I've tried a few different things for that chapter. It's my longest yet, and oh so lewd! The ending is unlike anything I've ever done before. I couldn't carry it further, thinking it would kill the whole climax I was going for. I've thought a lot about it, trying to really immerse the reader into thinking like him, and I still think it's a pretty good ending.
I got a couple of supporting artworks on the way, too.
Feedback is always very welcome! I love knowing that more and more people follow me and, hopefully, grow impatient for the next episode.
Part 7 got in the works when I wasn't even done with Part 6.
Hope you enjoy!
- Wood_
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Late June. Our annual staff BBQ, organized by the social committee, was coming up. It's a long-running yearly tradition and of all the activities planned by the committee, this one is the most expected. It's just such a fun kick-off for summer, before everyone leaves for long vacations. And wherever the director likes to make an appearance, pretty much everybody else follows.
Now, I was part of the social committee, but it's a good thing I wasn't the lead for planning it all. I was just supporting the main operations. I was already swamped with work, and social committee duties always have to be done outside of our regular hours. Everything was just hectic!
And to top it all off, Isabelle had been clueing me endlessly about something special she wanted to treat me with. As soon as we started advertising the event, she would wink at me at every chance she got, which always resulted in giving me a pesky boner that made me lose all my focus.
The day had finally arrived. Like every year, we had crossed our fingers in hopes to get the best forecast for the event that was held outside. In case of rain, the event can't even be postponed. It's just: so long, no BBQ - see you next year!
But this morning, it was as if Mother Nature promised. A gorgeous sunshine, close to no cloud in the sky.
Whistling on my way to work, I was relieved to see that the weather was on our side. I knew everything was ready and that the rest was going to be a breeze. Though deeper, I was even more excited to finally get Isabelle's surprise.
My heart was already palpitating as I walked into the office. Then I saw her, my busty secretary, sitting at her desk. I finally saw the "surprise" she had in store for me, just like she had appointed for today on her schedule, like the devoted secretary that she was. It was actually just her outfit, but holy crap, what an outfit! She wore a little black dress I never saw her wear before, with on top a tiny beige cardigan and cute white sandals. The dress cut just above her knees. It clung to her skin so tightly! And - get this - it had the deepest V neck I ever saw on her, which caused a massive cleavage line to imprint my retina! The buttons on her flower-patterned cardigan were working overtime to hold everything in tightly, giving the flesh of her breasts a round, bulbous, mouth-watering shape.
I thought this was a lot of cleavage compared to what she used to show, but she looked really classy at the same time, which made the whole picture pass as a very tasteful summer attire for the BBQ.
I knew the thought of Isabelle's breasts was going to cloud my mind towards the main events of the day. She saw me looking very intently at her. Her eyes were glimmering with lust and excitement. I just waved at the team, kept whistling and walked past her desk to go sit at my chair and catch my breath.
That was our usual routine now. We couldn't give out any clues pertaining to the fact that there was some kind of relationship going on between us. Even my wish of her wearing racy outfits at work was not quite granted. We assumed it would simply raise too many suspicions. And it was a daily struggle, too. Whatever she wore now that showed skin in the slightest would be enough to make me lose my mind. My libido tends to make me act in strange ways when it's triggered. I really had to double check my workplace behavior. I had to stick to the program.
I dropped my things and turned on my computer, but only to see if there were any emergencies that required attention. Otherwise, I had to get up and go help the rest of the social committee in setting up the games and tables. As my desktop popped up on the screen, I saw Isabelle chatting me already, asking "You like?"
By way of answer, I started punching random letters on my keyboard and sent her the most incoherent reply, which somehow reflected my lack of words to truly express if I did like her dress. I knew she'd find that funny. She just knew the answer, anyway. Simply put, she was a smoke show!
Then she added "I left all of my underwear at home, by the way. Just sayin'..."
I fucking gasped out loud and jumped off my chair, bulging my eyes out at my screen. The girls all looked at me, wondering what kind of insect I just saw crawling on my desk. But Isabelle had a huge knowing grin: she knew the exact reason why I blurted out like that! Her gaze was boring deep into me. She was that good...
So, as expected, I started obsessing on Isabelle, and her dress, and her lack of underwear... but I knew that doing hands-on duties was going to allow me to clear my mind and just focus on the BBQ. Those emails were going to have to wait. I managed to shoot her a last meaningful look before I got out of the office and went to help with the set-up.
It was 9 o'clock, and I felt the sun was already burning. It was going to be a hot one!
First, I had to put up the volleyball net and the goal posts for the soccer field. That was going to take me a while. All around me, other people were doing their thing. The caterer was there already, preparing the food. A few committee members came in and out of the building with chairs and bins. Staff members volunteered to lend their own games, like lawn bowling, lawn darts and a washer tossing game. The DJ put a few tunes on to test his PA.
For some reason, it seemed like it was that kind of day where a lot of things can just wait until later. The whole place was starting to buzz with activity, as people trickled out of the building and got the party started. Lunch was not being served until 11:30, but many were already out and see what's going on. Slowly, everyone was either chatting with coworkers on their lounging chairs, playing cards, volleyball, soccer; some had already kicked off their work shoes to dance bare feet on the lawn. I was mostly done setting up, though I didn't even feel like going back in. I lost track of time, as I hung out with some buddies, or made a few more errands for the social committee.
Then, Isabelle came out, and I lost my fucking shit. She was just beaming! From afar, I could finally get a good look at her skin-tight black dress that showcased her insane curves. She couldn't possibly not know about the sultriness and powerful charisma she emanated, still she walked into the crowd with grace and confidence, chatting and laughing with the rest of our team. The reflection of the sun in her pale blonde hair was blinding me, making me wonder if she was some kind of mirage. She had put on her sunglasses, giving her a remote and unapproachable look.
I couldn't possibly be the only one that thought Isabelle was a complete stunner. I was kinda positive I was the only guy she had an affair with (and I hoped), but knowing that every other man was looking at her wearing the dress that she had promised me, started making me feel a little jealous.
Lunch time eventually came. I was already sweating from the few soccer bouts I played. People must have noticed that I seemed a little distant or confused when I played. The thing was that my eyes kept darting towards Isabelle. I wanted to know if she looked at me too, but it was hard to tell with her sunglasses. After all, I was sure she was dying to hear me compliment her about how she looked today. But I hadn't even built the nerve to go talk to her yet. I was due for a little break, and a little bit of Isabelle time. I was growing thirsty, hungry... horny.
I stood in line for the caterer to go get my burgers and my soft drink. In a mocked woman voice, my mind started making up conversations between Isabelle and the other girls.
They would say Ho, Isabelle, you're looking very good today.
And she'd reply Oh stop it! Thanks, really.
No, really, you're so pretty. And sexy too, oh my God! Ahahah! Look at that dress.
I know, I love that dress. Thanks!
I mean... your boobs, they're all out there.
