I recommend first reading "Happy Hour". Also worth noting that "Wife's Work Adventure" goes on another pretend route divergent from this one in case you are interested. As always, note the tags and make sure that you are comfortable with them, and please know that the characters are not real.
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The weekend passed into Monday morning without event, and was painfully slow.
Elsa, the woman with whom I had spent the most amazing sexual experience of my life on the previous Friday, hadn't returned my numerous calls all weekend and so far this morning was acting as though nothing happened. I made a few attempts at catching up with her, but she was always running to a meeting or chatting with other coworkers.
One of my employees, Angie, hadn't looked me in the face since we arrived. I had hired Angie straight out of college about a year earlier, and she was a stellar employee: intelligent, motivated, and full of ideas. I always figured she would move to the top someday and sooner rather than later.
The problem was that Angie had stayed late at Friday's happy hour... too late, and had walked outside while I was ravaging Elsa on her car hood. The image of that look on her face - not the shock or disappointment I expected, rather some excitement and maybe even lust - had burned into my mind.
I walked past Angie's desk a few times throughout the morning just to try to clear the air, but she was obviously trying to avoid me. I didn't want to make things even more uncomfortable, especially since we'd be working together long after Elsa was gone. So, I decided to let it go.
After lunch, I was finally forced to walk over to Angie's desk in order to deal with a work-related issue. I had to lean over her to view her computer monitor, and the view of her modest neckline plunging into and under her business shirt, along with the scent of her sweet perfume and our proximity made my cock start to stand at attention.
If Elsa was the girl of many men's dreams, and she was, then Angie was the kind that sneaks up on you. While she had a smile that could light up a room, she had grown up a typical "nerd" and still dressed like it. She had excelled in math during college and was working on her master's degree in data science, completing the nerdy picture. However, her prudish business attire complete with thick-rimmed glasses, suit pants and jacket and tight, white blouse with her auburn hair done up in a tight ponytail in back, couldn't hide her gorgeous slim figure and beautiful face today.
We both ignored the awkwardness that arose from Friday night's events, and stayed focused on the business need. "Thanks for your help, sir," she finished. I never quite understood why, but Angie started calling me "sir" early in our working relationship and it just kind of stuck.
I took in a breath of her scent, a hint of the soft perfume on her neck, and lightly brushed my hand against her upper arm before wishing her a good night; with a sweet smile and daring just a glance at eye contact, she wished me the same.
On the way back to my desk, I ran into another one of my employees, Jeff. "Damn, bro, Elsa looks all kinds of fuckin' slutty today, did you see that outfit?" Jeff muttered. "She looks like she's trying to seriously get fucked, man." Jeff was kind of an asshole and rarely made any attempt to filter himself at work. "What do you think my chances are? It is her last couple of weeks in town right?"
"Why not concentrate on your work, Jeff?" I answered.
"Dude, how could you concentrate on anything like work when she is walking around in that?" He gestured over to Elsa, who was bent over a coworker's desk.
Jeff had a point. Elsa had come to work wearing the exact outfit she wore Friday night - the top of her red strapless sundress strained against her supple, natural 25-year-old D-cups that barely reached up past her nipples. I was amazed that it was able to contain them at all as it pushed inch upon inch of cleavage towards her smooth neckline. The bottom of the sundress hung just below her petite ass and left a few inches of her milky thighs before revealing the tops of the white stockings that traveled her long legs and hid under her red spiked heels. Elsa's hair was still done up in light blond curls that bounced as she moved, and her bright red lipstick matched her dress.
I knew that Elsa wasn't wearing the same panties from Friday night because they had been left, cum-stained, in my bedroom. I couldn't help but wonder if the spot which was barely visible on the right side of her dress was more of my own cum.
Later in the afternoon, I again walked over to Elsa's office but she was either in yet another meeting or already gone for the day. I gave up and went home by myself.
The next morning, I couldn't stop myself from watching some of my new video before work and it just added to my already raging libido. I was running late and so I pushed stop right as Elsa dropped her dress to the floor in the video, and stuffed my raging cock back into my pants before leaving for work.
Elsa arrived at 7:45, and had again dressed up; this time she was wearing a tight-fitting gray business suit that accentuated her voluptuous form, and although more professional than the sundress, it was incredibly sexy - especially the just-a-little-too-short-for-work skirt and black stockings giving way to black heels. I could see just an inch of the flesh on her thighs between her skirt and stockings as she walked past, and decided to follow her as she walked into the conference room.
"Hey", was all I could muster at first.
"Oh hi there, good morning," Elsa said with a smile. "I decided to hide in this room while I try to get some things done. I can't believe that I'm almost done here."
Elsa placed a notebook on the table and moved closer, staring me in the eyes with her lips dangerously close to mine. I could feel the warmth of her breath, and was instantly hard again. I knew then that Elsa would be able to have me whenever she wanted - and she knew it.
"I... I've thought a lot about Friday night. It was the most amazing sexual experience I've ever had," she put her arms around my neck and kissed me lightly on the mouth.
I reached around her with both arms and grabbed her toned ass. "Me too, Elsa."
"Did you watch the video of us? I bet it was super hot," she quipped as she released her grip and backed up.
"Yes, and... yes," I responded with a wry smile.
Elsa continued, some distance now between us, "The thing is, Friday night made me realize that I don't really know what's out there in the world for me, you know? I had only ever been with one man before you, and it was so... incredible, the things you did with me and... to me. I'm so sorry, but I need a couple more days to think about things. You really woke me up to the possibilities out there, and I think I just need to explore some more," she finished.
I felt like I had just been punched in the gut.
We talked for a few more minutes and agreed that until Elsa was ready to talk, we would focus only on work at work. I left the conference room feeling dejected.
Later that morning, Angie walked by. "What's wrong, sir?" she stopped and asked.
"Oh nothing, just feeling a little down." It was the first time we'd spoken about anything other than strictly work issues since the previous Friday.
"Yeah. You should know, the rumor is going around that you hooked up last week and that she's kind of dumped you already. I'm so sorry to hear that. If you need to, you know, talk or whatever this week just let me know. We can have my one-on-one meeting early this month or something. You know I always like our one-on-ones, so I guess you could call it a kind of one-on-one win-win!" She giggled and gave me a warm smile, her bad pun giving no hint to convey the horror that she must have still had in her head at the scene of me servicing Elsa's pussy in front of a crowd outside of the bar Friday night.
I figured it couldn't hurt to talk to someone, and we went into another nearby conference room.
We talked for over 45 minutes. Well, more like Angie listened to me for 45 minutes. She had a very giving personality and although I was really mixed up with my feelings of lust as well as gratefulness for her kindness, I knew deep down that it wasn't a good idea at the conclusion of our meeting when I stood up and opened my arms for a hug. I was her boss after all, and people get in big trouble for these kinds of things in the corporate world.
Angie didn't hesitate, however, and stood to meet me. A slender girl, 5 foot 9 and not an ounce over 135 pounds, Angie could have been a model in a different life in spite of her goofy personality and style. Customers were in the office today, and she was dressed for success: a matching black business jacket and modest knee-length skirt covered her pink button-down collared shirt. White nylon stockings traveled down her long, toned legs to her black leather heels that made her reach almost as tall as myself.
I reminded myself that she had been a "nerd" her whole life - bookish and smart but not always comfortable in her own skin - she hadn't really noticed while she had blossomed in the past year. In the way of girls of this type, the fact that she was completely unaware of it made her even more attractive. As I took her into my arms I was amazed, not for the first time, that she remained single even at the young age of 23.