Work Meetings Just Got Better

My eyes scan the packed meeting room, every seat is taken and people are standing practically shoulder to shoulder against the wall. My eyes catch on my friend Ryan, he half jokingly pats his lap. I take a final look around and surrender, making sure to hold my pencil skirt as I sit over one of Ryan's legs. He lets out an amused snicker and I get as comfortable as I can for this mandatory meeting.

"Don't get any bright ideas mister," I hiss under my breathe.

"Me? Never?" He declares innocence as our bosses walk in.

Savanna shoots me a puzzled look before looking around the room and looks to soften.

"I'm happy to see everyone here, thank you for coming. Ill try to make this quick for all of us." Tony began before continuing his monologue about this months revenues, stories, and new plans.

I shift on Ryan's leg trying to get comfortable in a sneaky manner but unsuccessful. Ryans moves his other leg close under me. With a second nudge I take it and sit sideways on his lap, using the table behind me for support too. I playfully move my legs a little farther up and Ryan greets me by a casual arm over my bare legs as we focus on the meeting, not hearing a word. After a long half an hour, Tony and Savanna, leave the room and it erupts in gentle chatter.

My other friend Sam standing next to us finally chiming up, "so Emily how are you going to enjoy this weekend?"

"Uh, not too sure haven't decided." I shift on Ryan's lap and feel his hard bulge under my leg, his hand tightens around my knee. "I think I'm probably just going to stay home and enjoy my night, you?"

"Ugh Bobby invited me out to the bars again but I really don't want to see him, you know? I'm still kind of mad at him from last time. My dad has chores for on Saturday like always which I also don't want to do but whatever, I don't get to choose my life I guess." People around us start to file out. "Alright well have a good weekend Emily, Ryan. See you guys on Monday!"

Sam falls in with everyone else and I gingerly rise from Ryan's lap now that the room is more clear.

"What are you doing tonight Ryan?" I turn and ask seeing Ryan still sitting.

"Oh, just the usual. Enjoy my empty place alone with my cats," he says causally.

"Sounds great!" I look around and see we are alone. I look back at Ryan only to watch as his eyes travel slowly up my body before our eyes connect. "You hungry? I could go for some good food before I head home," I offer.

"Yeah I can definitely eat," Ryan stands while talking and looks down towards me. "Where do you want to go?"

"Wherever you suggest, I still haven't explored the food a whole lot in this city." I confess and lead us out of the meeting room as we decide on food.

Ryan holds the door into the garage open for me, "so yeah I haven't been there in a while but I know the food is really good. I used to hang out at the bar all the time when I was younger. Do you want to ride with me?" He asks as I slip past him.

"That sounds great to me. I just really want a good drink and food, especially after that meeting," I chuckle.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" He asks as he holds the passenger door open now.

His aura a little different than usual, commanding me into his car. Our eyes meet and his darken as his pupils widen. My heart races and he shuts the door on me, joing me shortly.

"Oh no real reason," I manage. "Just the usual end the week drinks are needed. Don't you need a little something after listening to Tony for half an hour?"

"I can think of a few things I need after listening to him," Ryan sighs.

We let the car ride to the bar fill with music and small talk about work and what upcoming projects that are assigned to us. Ryan finds us a parking spot on the main road.

"Wait," his demand sends a chill down my spine leaving me in place. He opens my door and smiles sweetly as I step out. "The bar is just down the street."

We start walking to the bar and I glance over at Ryan. He's tall, well dressed, salt and pepper curly hair and beard, the silver fox of the office. Yet despite being over a decade younger we became friends at the office. We usually end up on projects together and I hang outside on break with him and the other smokers. We've never hung out outside of work alone together and with us dressed up from work I can't help but wonder if some people might think it's a date. I could use a sugar daddy.

The thought shatters as Ryan holds the bar door open and the noise inside cascades out. I step in before letting Ryan lead us in farther. I follow him to the only two open seat at the bar top.

"Is this okay?" Ryan asks leaning in closer than necessary.

"Of course," I reply as I slide into the seat, sliding a little closer to Ryan after he sits.

"Your usual?" I nod and he flags down the bar tender. "Two jack and cokes, we'll get food in a minute." His attention back to me, "I don't think there's a bad thing on this menu considering its bar food."

"Great, I'll just get something small and snack at home if I need to. How's their cheese curds?"

"The squeakiest," he tells me with a big smile and I laugh.

"Sounds perfect."

The bartender comes back so we order our food and I take a few sips of my drink. I turn a little to Ryan to find him looking at me willfully. I take an extra long sip of my drink.

"So, thanks for the seat at the meeting," I chuckle.

"Oh it was my pleasure. You can use me as a seat anytime you need," he reassures.

"I'll definitely keep that in mind." I cross my legs so I face him better and he looks down.

"I love your legs-leg tattoos. Any fun stories about them? Your knee is pretty gnarly."

"Thanks," I giggle and stretch my leg more towards him. "That one was one of the worst. I really like my desert in a jar, its an homage to my second home in Las Vegas. My guy has done all of my leg so he's kinda the only one that can touch it anymore."

"Beautiful," he pulls my leg on top of his and he looks closer at the jar on my calf. His eyes look at my knee and slowly travels up my leg, "so what's your worst one if your knee isn't the most painful?"

My face flushes a little, "well, maybe if you're lucky you can find my hidden tattoos; then you'll find the most painful one."

A fire lights behind Ryan's eyes and he looks like he wishes he had xray vision. Our food is placed in front of us snapping us back and I slide my leg off him.

"You're too much sometimes Emily," Ryan laughs before taking a drink.

I blush and follow his lead. We eat our food a little more grounded now. Ryan talks to me about the baseball game on tv in between our bites. We finish our food shortly and our drinks follow.

"I hope I'm not keeping you from any plans tonight," Ryan says.

"No I'm having a good time. I mean better than sitting at home alone, right?"

"I agree," he takes a beat. "Do you want to come back to my place and smoke some weed and really enjoy this weekend?"

My body has a rush of excitement. I've never been to his place before but he sure knows how to get a girl's attention. I look over at Ryan and try to read his face. Tonight's flirting has felt heavier than our usual flirty banter. I didn't think sitting on his lap would lead to anything like this tonight.

"Yeah that sounds good to me. It's about time you always say how we should smoke together sometime."

With that Ryan tosses some cash on the bar and we head back to the car. Ryan being a perfect gentleman the whole way. We get to his cozy townhouse and he leads me inside.

"Please make yourself comfortable, bathroom is up the stairs second door on the left. I'm getting my stuff and going to roll one."

"Okay, I'm going to use the restroom and

meet you in the living room then."

I start up the stairs and find the bathroom to freshen up. While in there I check myself. I smooth out my short bob turn around in the mirror, happy with what Ryan gets to see. I almost leave before I hike my skirt up a little and undo another button or two, a tattoo peeking out from my shirt. I hope I'm judging the unfolding night right and stash my lacey underwear in a cabinet drawer before I leave as a surprise.

I go back downstairs and find Ryan finishing up rolling the joint. His eyes flicker up before giving me his full attention before I sit next to him. He seals the final bit and lights it up, puffing before passing. The room fills with coughs and smoke before Ryan gets up to open his back door. We get more chatty as we finish it and soon we're both laughing over something small.

Ryan and I relax in the corners of the couch facing each other and keep chatting. I bring my feet up on his knees and throw my head back laughing at a joke.

"You're full of stories Ryan," I laugh. "I hope to live half an exciting life as yours."

"You don't know the half of it! What about you, what's some of your customer service stories?"

"I don't have much, I didn't stay in that work field long enough," I admit. "But for a little bit I was a mail lady and this lady went off on me one time over not delivering her mail when her dog was out and 'how can you be a mailman and afraid of dogs.' It was up to us for our own safety." Ryan nods along, his strong hands start rubbing my legs slowly. My attention catches for a moment, "but, uh, anyways she didn't even have mail from the day before only her neighbor did! I held her mail for a little until basically she realized she wasn't getting it anymore and called my bosses."

Ryan shakes his head while gently massaging my calves. "Thats insane people think they can do that," he agrees.

A growing tension hangs in the air with the fleeing smoke and I get lost in the sensation of his massage. His hands slowly moving up and he scoots a little closer. Ryan's eyes meet mine after he admires my tattoos more. They're low and dark, he looks so different from my friend Ryan a few hours ago.

"So uh do you want to do something or just keep talking and smoking?" I try to sound casual but I'm afraid it didn't work.

"I know that theres someONE I want to do, " he whispers and his hands get hungrier.

I blush and look at him, afraid to make a move.

"I have something you could do if you're already bored with talking," Ryan offers.

"No it's not that I'm bored-"

"Sit on my face." His interuption sounding more like a demand than a suggestion.

Ryan and I share eye contact before he slowly looks down at my legs on his lap and back up. I take that as my cue and lift my legs. Ryan stands and sits on the floor at the edge of the couch, using it for support, letting his head fall back. He slowly looks over at me, waiting.

My whole body flushes as I got lost in Ryan's dark eyes. He slowly unbuttons his shirt and I finally can't fight my curiosity anymore. His eyes have a fierce look as he watches me hike up my skirt. I stop right before he gets a peek at anything. As I step to him his head falls back with a smirk. I sit myself above him leaning to the back of the couch.

"Fuck," he growls before kissing the soft inside of my thighs.

Gentle, warm kisses are spread amongst my leg. Ryans kisses, nibbles, then sucks on one thigh as he gets out of his shirt. I picture a deep red hickey forms perfectly. My body fills with anticipation and tension as he does the same to my other leg, I hear his belt and zipper under me. His hands now free travel up my thighs, pushing the rest of my skirt over my hips. His hands grasp pulling me to him now, his tongue diving deep between my pink lips.

A moan quickly escapes my mouth and I melt fully into him. His arm wraps around my leg teasing my clit with his finger as his tongue worships what he's been craving. More moans fall out as my mind begins to go blank with ecstasy. Ryan's tongue and fingers work feverishly, eager for his reward. My legs shake and I reach for the couch for stability as I cry out in pleasure. Ryan slows and kisses and nibbles on my thighs again, his short beard already wet.

I move and let Ryan stand, a large bulge in his underwear greets me as I turn and sit down. My breath catches and I look up at Ryan, my green eyes pleading. Ryan gives me a sweet, lustful smile and runs a finger along my cheek.

"What do you want do?" He asked pointedly, lowly.

My eyes fall back down and I unbutton my shirt, "do I have to say it?"

"Say it," he growls.

I shiver, "I will happily take it." Ryans finger goes from my cheek to my lips, his thumb guiding my mouth open.

I watch hungrily as Ryan pulls his underwear down, his hard cock finally springing free. My mouth waters a little and while looking up at him I remove my shirt.

"No bra and no underwear? I knew you were a little slut."

I giggle, "well I definitely didn't plan on this happening."

One of Ryan's hand fondles and teases one of my small perky breasts. His other hand to the back of my head and my mouth falls back open. Ryan guides me and soon my tongue and mouth are happily wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock. My mouth slowly works the length of his cock, Ryan pinches a nipple and I moan softly. I increase my pace and my tongue swirls side to side. His cock throbs in reponse and I can't help but work my tongue more for him. Ryan outs let a moan that turns into a groan.

I squeeze a thumb in my hand and take his cock as deep in my throat as I can. I look up and smile at Ryan with my eyes, his meet mine with a fiery intensity his hands entangle themselves in my hair. I give a wink before Ryan takes a soft handful and holds my head in place as he starts thrusting deep into my throat. My eyes water and I do my best keeping myself open, fighting against an urge to gag. After another moment Ryan holds me deep down before releasing me and I sit back gasping for air. Saliva strings between my mouth and Ryan's cock, falling onto my chest too.

"What a beautiful little slut you are," his voice dark and hoarse.

"Thank you," I giggle.

Ryans hand slowly strokes his cock and my body pulses in anticipation. Ryan holds out his hand to help me to my feet. He pulls me into a deep, passionate kiss, one that's been years in the making. My knees buckle and I wrap my arms around him for support. He holds me before turning my back him and gently pushing me to the couch. I crawl onto the couch, stretching to the back cushions and pushing my ass out to Ryan, wiggling it just a little. He greets me with a nice sharp spank.

"It's even better than I've been imagining," he slaps the other cheek, it jiggling under his hand. I let a soft moan out and its met with another spank. "You aren't leaving until I give you an unforgettable weekend." His fingers tease the entrance of my pussy, playing with my wet lips.

"Oh please," is all I manage before his fingers dive him, pumping slowly into me.

His fingers deep and slow in me as Ryan plants kisses up my back. He whispers into my ear, "You're going to be my little slut for the weekend. Then on Monday while everyone is being good worker bees you're going to be a good girl, come ask me for supplies and if you can't keep quiet in the closet then I'll stop fucking you and start fucking your pretty little face, ruining your make up for the whole office to see." A harsh spank is given, "do you understand?"

"Yes," I whimper.

"Good girl," another spank and I almost cry out as his fingers leave me empty.

The couch depresses behind me as Ryan kneels behind me. His cock resting on my ass as he pushes me a little more forward, pushing me against the back of the couch. He bumps my knees further out, his hand traveling to my throat, bending my torso back to him a little.

"You ready?" He purrs into my ear as his tip teases my aching entrance.

I nod and hold my breath in anticipation. Slowly my begging pussy is filled and stretched as Ryan enters. His hips immediately against my ass and he wraps an arm around my shoulders keeping me close. His cock slowly pumps in and out of me, wanting to go even deeper with each thrust. Soft moans fill the room and Ryan fucks me slow and deep. Ryan plants more kisses along my shoulder blade and neck, a final deep thrust before he lets me fall out of his arm.

My arms going to back edge of the couch for stability and Ryan kneels upright, a strong grip on my hip. I feel a shift in the air from the tender moment we shared to a more primal one again. His cock still deep inside me Ryan gives me another spank.

"My whole neighborhood better hear you tonight and tomorrow they'll see your red ass leaving in my clothes," Ryan promises me.

Before I can say anything Ryan fucks me with a new fervor. My screams of pleasure and consistant slapping fill the room immediately. Ryan places a hand at the nape of my neck, pushing me down against the edge of the couch, his other hand gripping my hip to keep me close. I look back at Ryan, moaning, he gives me a lewd smile and takes a slightly slower stroke.

I watch the amusement on his face as he thrusts slow and deep so I feel every inch of him. I gasp to catch my breath, relishing in every inch and vein pumping deep in me. Our eyes lock as he slowly pulls out, my disappointment obvious.

Ryan gives me his hand to help me up, "let's go to my room."

I happily take it and fall into more deep, passionate kisses. Our feet stumble together towards the stairs. Our tongues in a dance as my heels kick the first step, my body wanting to fall but Ryan lays me down gently on the stairs.

"Even better," he growls as he bites my lower lip.

I moan in agreement and Ryan hooks an arm under my leg, lifting it to his shoulder. He smiles down at me as he rubs his tip, teasing me.

"Oh god please Ryan. I need you inside me," I beg.

With a wink and a slow deep thrust, "good girl," he whispers in my ear.

My body shakes under him as I moan in response in his ear. Ryan hooks my other leg on his shoulder and slowly but deliberately starts pumping deep in me. My arms and stairs supporting me as Ryan kisses me deeply, my legs between us. Our lips locked and he speeds up, thrusting deeper, harder inside me. My moans muffled by our lips. Moans, heavy breathing, and wet slapping fills the stairwell as Ryan keeps me folded and filled. My legs shake and my moans turn to screams, my juices splashing between us as Ryan keeps thrusting deep. The stairs getting wet from juices as well. Ryan groans and plunges deep inside me, his hot seed filling me and mixing with mine. He pulls out slowly, letting my legs fall with him. He stands back and admires his work for a moment.

"God damn," he sighs. "I could fuck you all night, whenever you want."

"I think we can make that work," I say with a breathless giggle.

Our juices drip out of me and cover the stairs. Ryan gives me his hand to get up again.

"So, bedroom?" He offers and I grab his hand tighter leading us up the stairs properly.

I feel Ryan's eyes watching my ass as I climb so I make sure to sway my hips for him. The gesture is met with a good grab and spank. At the top Ryan guides me to his room. He spins me around and pins me against the closed door, our lips lock in passion as he turns the door knob. We walk back onto his bed kissing. I crawl on top, his hard cock pulsing begging to be closer to my wet pussy. Now it's my turn.

Ryan's hands explore my curves as I sit atop. I lift his chin to me and my lips just out of reach, watching them quiver for more. My hips lower and gently grinds my wet lips along the length of his shaft.

Ryan groans in anticipation and pulls my head closer for a rough kiss. I moan and collapse into him, his arms wrapping around me holding me close. With a tease of my hip he expertly times it and his hard cock plunges deep inside me. Our lips break as a moan cries out of me.

Ryan holds me close to him, our hips in sync as his throbbing cock stretches me, rubbing me in all the right ways. Ryan kisses and bites my neck, my arms wrap around him and his hands grap my ass. His hands grab rough as he guides my hips deeper, harder on his cock. I softly moan into Ryan's neck. He groans and slams me deep before pulling me off. I gasp in desperation.