A long day at work. We all have them, and sometimes they just happen to fall on a Friday. Is that better or worse? I'm still not sure. On one hand you just want to finish the day. On the other, the next day is Saturday, and you don't have to worry about waking up early. I do know that there is little worse than still being in the office at 6 pm on a Friday after being stuck on the same problem since 9 that morning.
"We're not gonna have to order pizza, are we?" John asks. I chuckle. "You paying for it? I know they're not." I gesture to the floor above us, acknowledging the gods who ruled on high.
"Definitely not making happy hour," John grumbles. I sigh. A drink did sound nice. My phone buzzes and I glance at it, seeing a text from Lexi. I type a quick response, letting her know my situation, telling her I'd be home as soon as possible. My phone buzzes again, and I groan at the message.
"Tell me that's a happy groan. Tell me that's Sean, he's saying screw this and everyone involved, and telling us to go home."
"Close, but no. Just my wife, reminding me that we have plans tonight."
"Where you guys going?"
"Nowhere special. Just getting some food with a friend of hers."
"Emmy?" I raise an eyebrow. "Yeah. How'd you guess?"
"I met her at your place one time. She's a cutie."
He's right about that. Emmy's a cute blonde, short, slim, and athletic, a lifetime of lacrosse still paying off years later. She certainly has the legs and butt to prove all the effort. I notice her of course, but only in passing. I am more than happy with my home situation.
Lexi and I married young (that is a story in and of itself), just recently blasting past the five-year mark going nice and strong. We have a late anniversary gift all lined up, a trip to an all-inclusive place in the Caribbean. We're both looking forward to it. In all honesty, I'm really just happy to be anywhere she is. I'm a decent looking guy, fit and athletic, but I still don't know how I landed Lexi. She told me once after a few drinks once it's because I like going down on her so much, and I'll take it. She's tall, slim, tan, with a head full of crazy hair. We work out together and she likes to keep everything tight, and her little butt at the apex of her longs legs drives me crazy. She's funny, empathetic, caring, hard-working - I love her, she actually loves me, and marriage has been pretty great so far. She and Emmy go way back, and I do really like her, but after a day and week like this, a night on the couch with my girl sounds better than anything else.
"If you want to make it a double-date, I'm more than happy to attend." I grin at John. "What happened to Jess?" John shrugs.
"Didn't work out. Guess she's not a fan of alliteration."
"Or your thing for Emmy?" He laughs. "That was just an observation. But no, she probably wouldn't be happy about that at all. I actually came out of the bathroom the other night to her digging through my underwear drawer." I stare at him. "Seriously?"
He nods. "Yup. Turns out the trust issues were a bit more than I realized. We only last a few minutes after that."
"Sorry man, she seemed pretty cool." He shrugs again. "All good. Always next time."
"No doubt. Maybe not tonight, but I'll throw it by Lexi. See if we can set something up."
"Think I have a shot?" I hold my hands up, questioning. "Why not?"
Did I mention that the only reason we were still at work right now is because we are waiting on our boss to okay everything we had worked on all day? He's up there on one of the floors above us, and we, the help, were left waiting for his blessing to be cast upon the fabled shores of another weekend. So here we sit, discussing women and all else we could think to pass the time, while awaiting the verdict.
It comes about 6:45. Sean, all in all a decent guy to work for, stands in the doorway with a sheaf of papers in one hand. "Sorry guys, just a few changes. Should be quick. Soon as you're done, shoot them to me then get out of here." John hops up and grabs the papers from him.
"You owe us a drink," he calls to Sean's retreating form. He flips through the pages. "Shouldn't be too bad. You want the front or the back half?" I shake my head, non-committal, and he tosses me the front. We each set to work, our freedom in sight. The room falls silent except for the clicking of the keys on keyboard, and we're walking out the door at 7:20. We split up in the parking lot and I text Lexi again, letting her know I'm on my way. I get home at 7:45. We're meeting Emmy at 8:00.
"Hey baby, I'm home," I call out as I walk through the door. "Think we can be a few minutes late? I really need a shower."
"No need to worry Mr. Brooks, I pushed some of your appointments back. We have some time to take care of what's necessary." I freeze. That's Lexi's voice but it sounded too - official? Imperious? And what was this Mr. Brooks?
I take a few steps forward and open my mouth, but before I can say a word the breath is sucked from my body. Lexi rounds the corner in, the best way I can describe it, the sluttiest office outfit I have ever seen. It's a business suit, but the dark-grey skirt barely covers her thighs, the red shirt is skin tight and half-unbuttoned. Above the shirt is a cropped jacket that matches the skirt, beneath it is a bra of black lace. She's wearing black tights that sheathe and frame her thin legs to perfection. On her feet are the black heels that she usually only wears by my request. Her hair is pulled back in a fierce bun. She stops a few feet short from me looks up from the papers in her hand with a straight face.
"I know you're a busy man Mr. Brooks, but we have things to discuss. I hope you don't mind that I rearranged your calendar without your permission."
"Uhhh..." I say, and she smiles. "I thought not. Come sit down." She turns from me, moving towards our couch. I can only follow her, right? I'm hypnotized by the way she walks, my eyes glued to her hips. She turns just short of the couch, grabbing my hand and pushing me into the corner seat of the sectional. She looks down on me with a hint of a smile.
"You are a busy man, Mr. Brooks. And it is my job to ensure you are well cared for. Now," she puts a finger to her lips, "where did I leave that one form?" She turns away from me then, facing the coffee table. She bends at the waist, spreading her legs but keeping them straight. Her skirt, already ridiculously short, rides up. She shuffles things around on the table but all that is meaningless against the vision before me. Her stockings are held up with black garters, the lines taut against her ass. Between those lines there was... nothing. Only flesh. I need only lean forward and we would both be in heaven.
My mind seems to race and be vacant at the same time. While I try to breathe, Lexi stands up and faces me, a tumbler partially filled with amber liquid in her hand. The stern look from earlier is gone, and she places her free hand against my cheek.
"You work hard, so hard. I need to make sure you are alright."
I inhale the scent on her hand, a body spray we both love. I close my eyes and lean into her palm. She leans down and kisses me, a quick peck. She pulls back, the mask back on.
"Why, Mr. Brooks, I don't think your wife would appreciate that."
Quick caveat, we had talked about roleplay but never taken part. Our sex life is good, but this, this is something else. This is great.
"Miss," I say, finding my voice.
"Misty," she says, correcting me before biting her lip.
"Misty," I say, firming my voice. "I need you to put that drink down."
She arches an eyebrow but turns from me once more, placing the drink where she found it. Again she gives me that delectable view. I force my hands to remain where they are. She faces me, hands folded in front of her. I grab her behind the knee and ease her foot next to my hip on the couch cushion.
"It's my job to ensure we're both cared for, Misty," I say, kissing her just past her knee. "I like to make sure my... secretary?" I kiss her further up her thigh, and I take her moan as assurance that my guess was correct. "Is properly cared for."
Lexi is far from a prude, and has a fair share of lingerie. We like to try new things, but seldom does she go sans underwear. A few times she has actually stripped naked in the car after going out for a few drinks. We never waited to get in the house before going any further. Those were great nights.
But I digress.
This current sight is driving me wild. My lips move up her thigh as I push her skirt to her hips. My hands run down her firm ass, massaging her tight thighs.
"I saw us being in opposite positions here," she breathes. I smile against her warm skin.
"You know there are some things I cannot get enough of." She laughs, her fingers running through my hair. "Do I?"
Oh. Right. Roleplay. "Let's say this is... on the job training."
She snorts, a crack in the façade. I stop her with a quick kiss right on top of her clit. She gasps, and I move to lick all around it, covering her smooth mound with kisses. My hands run up her blouse, undoing the few buttons doing their job. I push off the shirt and jacket, glancing up to take in the sight of her in only a bra.
So I said Lexi is thin, and she is, and while her breasts are not large, they pop out from her lithe frame. They are perky to a fault, and she has had to explain to more than one person that they are not fake. All that to say, much like the woman herself, they're perfect.
I know what she likes, so the bra doesn't stay on long. The flesh held behind it moves near not at all, and my hands are quick to replace the material. She sighs and leans into them. I move my tongue lower between her legs, delighting in the bare skin. I lick up and down, and when I know she's ready I cover her clit with my lips and suck in, applying gentle pressure. Her entire body reacts, her hips moving against my face, her abs tightening and rippling. Her fingers enmesh deeper into my hair. My fingers massage her breasts before concentrating on her nipples, pinching and rolling. Her breath quickens and I increase the pace of everything I'm doing. She drapes her leg around my shoulders, giving me even better access. Her head lolls back and I double down on her clit.
