Chapter 2
Life just keeps getting better
Tom's new duties had redefined his position in the company. Yes, he still worked in a cubicle farm. Yes, he ostensibly was still a project manager who on occasion actually managed projects. But as Gayle had pointed out, that was a job he could do in his sleep, and his boss still underutilized him.
His new responsibilities were the real reason he came to work every day. Gayle was fascinated by his ability to eat her pussy, and frequently called him for what she deemed "private conferences," which generally consisted of him on his knees between her legs, her skirt hiked up to her waist, and his face buried in her dripping box. On one occasion she had him go down on her while she participated in a conference call, a situation he found very amusing when she came in the middle of a conversation. He could prolong her orgasm almost at will, bringing her just to that point then back down several times before her final, pulsating release. She loved it.
**************************************
Laura was one of the many administrative assistants in the company. The place was overloaded with executives because every time the owners acquired a new subsidiary, the owners of that subsidiary became some kind of vice president of the parent company, and every vice president needed a staff, right? Here in the DC area, the abundance of beautiful, educated women meant that those administrative staffs were chock full of smart, supremely overqualified, and stunningly gorgeous females.
Like so many of his coworkers, Laura was prettier than the average woman. Petite, with a round face and a ready smile, her most striking feature was her eyes -- large, widely spaced, and brilliant blue. She wore her dark blond hair in a fashion popular in those days, basically buzzed all around with a one-inch-long mop crowning the top. It reminded him of a Marine high-and-tight cut, and while he didn't find it particularly attractive on women, her natural beauty more than made up for it.
It started in such a seemingly innocent fashion: she had lower back pain from sitting all day and needed immediate, non-pharmaceutical relief.
"Hello....????" She stuck her head around the edge of his cubicle.
He looked up from the project he was attending to. "Hey, Laura. Wassup?"
"I know you're busy, Tom, but can you spare me a minute?"
"Of course." He stood and followed her back to her own work area, which was located in a far corner of the building and not subject to much foot traffic. Everyone else in the area was gone for the day.
When they arrived, she explained. "I don't want you to think I'm using you, but I know how good you are and getting rid of tension and backaches. Could you...?" she said, using her hand to indicate a region of her lower back, just to the left of her spine and just above her delightfully fit ass.
"Of course. Let's see what's going on."
He gingerly placed his thumbs on both sides of her spine and pushed gently, moving them around until her reaction showed he had found the sorest area. As he began his ministrations, she closed her eyes and actually moaned. "Oh yeah, right there..." she said.
His was no poke-and-rub nonsense; he had studied anatomy and massage technique and pretty much knew what he was doing. As his hands kneaded the tension from her lower latissimus muscles, she could feel the relief spreading across her back and sighed.
Oh damn, he's better than the girls told me,
she thought.
"You have exactly two hours to stop doing that," she said with a slight chuckle. He smiled but said nothing for a few minutes.
He finally gave further instructions. "OK, I want you to stretch things out a bit. Bend slowly forward from the waist, letting your spine curl down one vertebra at a time. Go ahead and try that." She did as directed, though too fast at first.
