Mean Business

Part 1

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Part 2

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Mean Business Pt. 03

Chapter 1- Tom

It's true, love is a strange beast. I am now looking at life through a different almost rose-tinted happy prism. Things are just better. There has also been a shift in the past few weeks. Personal barriers that existed between us as colleagues have completely vanished. This was highlighted when I couldn't help myself looking up from my desk as Emma marched out of her office looking down at her phone. It was just something that just happened day in day out, I would normally then return my focus back on my work. The sound of her black tights on her thighs swishing together, her heels on the polished floor making the sound rhythmic like a clock ticking. Usually she was predictably ignoring me, with her head down looking at her screen being busy. It was just ten past three in the afternoon, this was her toilet visit after finishing her two thirty coffee. Yes, I am that sad that I practically know her bladder schedule. One needs to know these things if there's a phone call. But rather than disappearing out of sight, she got halfway down my desk and the clacks of her heels stopped. Silence prevailed.

I waited, expecting a demanding order. Run out paper in her printer? Need something scanned?

No.

"Follow me." She quietly barked in her growly serious office voice. Not even taking her eyes off her phone to look at me.

"What, pardon?" I panicked. This was unusual. I like routine.

"Just follow me." She growled once again. Then had the microsecond of a smile as she looked at her screen before lifting her head and looking intently at me.

"Oh, okay." I stuttered, not one hundred percent sure what was going on. I get out from behind my desk and do as ordered. She marches us along the hallway, I do enjoy taking in her figure. Then she turned in towards our shared bathroom. It has enough room for the toilet and the sink, but she doesn't stop walking. I am waiting for her to shoo me away as I am literally following her into the toilet. I am then standing behind her. There is not much space. I am not claustrophobic, but being squished into the bathroom with your boss cum lover is slightly unnerving.

"Shut and lock the door." She growls a quiet whisper. It sounds loud in the confined space. I fumble around, there is not much space, but I do as she request. The smell of her perfume fills the cubicle as I make sure that the stainless-steel bolt is secure with a firm clunk. She then turns around and before she says anything, or I can ask what the hell are we doing, her strawberry lip balm covered lips on mine.

"Fuck, this is so good. I so wanted to kiss you. Tommy, it's all I could think about since lunch." She mumbled intermittently between our sloppy kisses as she wrapped her warm hand around my body and pulled me closer.

I kissed her back, the situation was reckless, she smelt delightful as ever, kissing her in the toilet was exciting fun. As we grunted and moaned in pleasure, potentially rocking backwards and forwards as her calves kept banging loudly on the plastic toilet seat as our hands briefly explored each other. I do love squeezing her overly squishable buttocks.

"Okay..." I stutter as she shuffles back a bit. This kiss is broken, and she is grinning looking up at me. Grinning in the cute way that I have only seen her do before sex.

I panic, we can't have sex during work hours, especially in the toilet.

"Thanks, I really couldn't wait until five thirty..." She grins and looks up and gives me one more kiss.

"For a pee?" I questioned briefly looking around the cubicle.

"God. no Tommy, to fucking kiss you." She grinned again and came closer and again kissed me overly passionately on the lips.

"Oh". I couldn't help but squeeze her tightly. Breathing her in. She was warm and loving. I may have been a little too firm.

"Oi, Tommy no, I do actually need a pee. Give me a second before you run away."

In front of me there was a flurry of activity and in one smooth action, her dress is up around her hips and her pink panties and black tights are down around her knees and with a clang of the toilet seat her backside is sitting down on it. She was then smiling whilst looking up at me. I don't quite know where to put my eyes, I smile at her then I look over her head at the white extractor fan high above us spinning quickly around as something to focus on. As all I can hear is the thunderous waterfall mixed with a hissing sound of her pee lands forcefully into the bowl water.

I am distracted once again as she stands up in front of me, the toilet roll is loudly spinning on the metallic holder, like a hamster in the wheel and then I find myself intently watching her hand wipe herself.

No sooner is the toilet cistern itself suddenly hissing as she has flushed, her panties and tights are up and her skirt is falling back into place. I hug her whilst she is at the sink. I squeeze a little too tightly. "No, see you at five thirty!" she declares before ordering that I go first, but importantly that I walk with purpose.

Breathing a little heavily my fingers feel as if they are covered in butter as I finally get the door unlocked and then follow her instructions and purposely stride to get back to my desk. Thirty seconds later she is marching back past me looking down at her phone but with one hand checking and tugging the hem of her dress to ensure it's definitely down over her panties.

Chapter 2- Emma

Oh hell, my dad was so right. Men and relationships are too much of an issue. Something if I had behaved and been a good girl, I would have now stayed away from and not got myself into this mess. I should have known, as he was also right about the problems with smoking. I didn't listen to him then either.

As my head is filled right there with the thought of Tommy's erect cock firmly bouncing between his thighs as he climbs on top of me. It's such a delightful problem. Who knew the idea of having a sexy man in your life causes so many other issues. I knew nicotine was addictive. I am not

that

stupid, but there is serious delight when I light a cigarette. I may have said to myself several times that I love to smoke. I have now told Tom that I love him too.

But actually,

loving

a man? Something that for most of my life was equally forbidden to even touch a male let alone do the disastrous achievement of falling in love with one. I pined for Garry Barlow in my youth. I wasn't allowed posters on my wall. A distraction from my schoolwork.

I now know all about distraction from work. Firstly, I am now finding that my mind drifts, you lose your focus and start thinking not about spreadsheets, but about him. Not your work. The feel of him touching my skin, the firmly holding me, and then the delights of being naked and throwing myself at him.

For my whole life my dad told me to think about work and focus your career, do that first. He never said when I should fall in love. I followed his instructions the best I could, rebelling where I could. But that was my aim. My dad drummed into me as a teenager that your focus drifts from the important things of your work and career to men if you are not careful. It was a dangerous situation to get yourself into.

I now have that situation. It is dangerous. My amazing sexy gorgeous hunk of testosterone fuelled guy is just sitting inches away from me but infuriating just out of reach on the other side of the stud wall. My issue is that even though he is out of sight, he is not out of mind, however much I want to, I can't ignore him. I can see him working, my emails are continually being flagged and deleted. It's almost as if he is in control of me. All I can do later is take him home, undress and then climb on top and get that fabulous cock inside me, then remind him who is boss.

That's the crux of my issue now, and it is where my head is going every single quiet moment.

I had just finished my coffee, I had another problem, the building urgently, I knew I needed a wee, lunch cola and two thirty coffee, had gone through me. But I had another building urge. Almost more important than that. What I really wanted on top of everything was a kiss and a hug from Tom. His smell, his touch and his lips. A simple need. He was so close, yet so unattainable. I couldn't have it. Just like a post lunch cigarette. The two things I really truly wanted; I couldn't have at work. They were both categorised as an after-work thing. At first, I thought I just had to wait and get through it.

The building concern, and one could argue, was a more pressing issue, and that was the need to pee, it was a problem that couldn't wait until later and needed a solution sooner. Compared to needing either sex or a smoke. This concern couldn't wait until I got home.

I don't quite know how I find myself at his desk asking Tommy to follow me to the bathroom. I had thought some of the plan out. It was still a little fuzzy. I knew that no one could see us there. It's effectively mine and the occasional customer's toilet. Tom is meant to use the admins further down the corridor, but even I am really not that cruel, it's practically in front of his desk.

Unfortunately, I didn't have more of an idea, if I did it would probably have been easier. The only thought I had was to enjoy myself touching and kissing him. That's all I wanted. His fingers holding my body, his lips on mine. I had been sitting there for most of the day just dreaming of kissing him. It wasn't about sex. It was just being with him.

No sooner had the lock clicked like a coiled spring, I was ready to pounce. I've been so in control of my libido for years. I've survived being practically celibate. Don't get me wrong my wand is available in the bottom drawer of the bed side table and is frequently needed, but oh My God a real living man is just amazing.

I blame Tom, as I now truly deeply love him. He has somehow found and flicked what was a dormant switch in me. I now can't stop thinking about him. To be truthful, I find myself daydreaming of his cock disappearing inside me. Sitting at my desk, wishing he was there fucking me. I am meant to be focusing on the screen and be busy working, but I am sitting there with a damp gusset getting incredibly turned on in the process.

Standing there he turns around from looking at the door and my head is now in his face. All I want is just to kiss him. Oh, we do, it's naughty, it's delightful. I know better, we shouldn't be doing this in the bathroom.

His large hands soon grab my ass, I quietly stifle a squeal and moan, we are so confined. I'm in real danger of actually undressing him there and then. There is no space for anything more. It's as his arms affectionately squeeze my sides tightly. I remember the whole reason I am there. Not for potential sex, however amazing it would be, but with the even tighter affectionate squeeze, I really do need to pee.

I'm kissing him and enjoyably he is properly kissing me back. There is a small problem, I really don't want to wet myself. I also really don't want to put him in the position that he has to watch me pee. Our relationship is far too new.

He is amazing. The feeling of his kiss is electric, just what I truly wanted. I really don't want it to end. His strong fingers are practically lifting me up onto him. I am convinced I feel his hardening semi digging in against my soft stomach.

The kiss had to finish before it was genuinely too late, so I decided. If he was to go then, by the time the door is opened and closed and locked again, I knew I would end up in the unfortunate position with even wetter panties. With every kiss, grope, and squeeze they were getting wetter. He was unfortunately going to have to stay.

Bless him he looks bamboozled. I managed to wiggle free, drop my skirt, tights, and panties then tried to keep eye contact with him as I sat down and peed, but he couldn't. He looked up above me, I think studying a crack in the tiles. Anything but look down at what I was doing. All I was doing was genuinely hoping not to embarrass myself any further and pass wind.

He did however decide to lower his head and watch me intently as I wiped. Trust him to stare then. Next time maybe I should get him down there to lick me clean? Don't know why I had that wicked thought. What he would think about that, except he would loyally do whatever I asked. Maybe I would find that process amazing.

As I washed my hands, he did wrap his arms around me and gave me a delightful squeeze. Then grinning at him and with a deep breath looking back in the mirror I used my fingers to put my hair straight as my heart was thumping hard. Looking back in the mirror as his hands cupped my belly then started to travel down to my crotch, however much I would have loved him to finger me there and then, I willed for his fingers to touch me, I thought better of it and wiggled free with a quiet "No.". That would have been exciting but wrong, anyone could have been waiting for the bathroom.

I ordered him to unlock the door. Effectively pushed him through it. I watched as he left, then felt it, there it was, the pang in my chest. I just wished that I could have stopped and lovingly given him another kiss.

I was annoyed with myself that I sent him back to his desk without it. I knew I just had a very long wait until five thirty.

Chapter 3- Tom

Firstly, I know I keep saying it but have to admit I have truly deeply fallen in love with my boss. The proverbial head over heels. I now live and breathe her, almost 24 hours a day. But it's not boring. As I am equally fascinated now that I am literally under the bonnet (hood), or in this case under her skirt and often buried between her thighs, the contradictions and differences of public and private Emma.

At work she is overly confident oozing control and knowledge, strutting around the office as the boss. Pushing me away and keeping her distance whilst growling. Whilst at home she is completely the opposite and incredibly insecure, holding and hugging me. That evening we had just finished after dinner sex, again on the sofa. Emma was just sitting there. Her black cotton panties were still halfway up her bare thighs. She was in too much of a hurry to light up once we had cum. I just wanted to snooze. Her gorgeous breasts were hanging free rising as she dragged on her cigarette. Her plain white work bra was discarded ages ago and was still beside me on "my" sofa.

Sitting there as she exhaled a plume once again. I have to admit I was getting used to the smell of the smoke drifting in the room. It was no longer tickling my nose. It was concerning me that it was not as awful as you would think. Emma looked great sitting in her smoking seat. Totally ignoring me whilst alternating between drags on her cigarette and gulps from her wine glass and then mixing it up by eating the contents from a nearby box of chocolates quite happily to herself. Emma was lost in the zone. She is very individually focused. She didn't even think to offer me one. But there was a change from the norm. After a few minutes she shuffled the rather full ashtray across the table a little towards me. I was scrolling through on my phone but saw the movement. Then she got my complete focus as she stood up, I had to admire her naked self even with her panties still around her knees. She was there holding her cigarette and wine glass. I couldn't help but smile as I took in her gorgeous curvy body. Her incredible plump breasts and paunchy curvy belly above her neatly trimmed blonde wisps of pubes. She shuffled closer towards me then put the wine glass down and settled down next to me. Showing me affection. What surprised me was that she was still holding the cigarette. She then with her smoky chocolate coated lips kissed me.

Was it a statement of being closer to me? I had to accept that she was a smoker that loved me. I had to accept that I loved a smoker?

With her hand on my leg, she then turned her head away and took a final drag on the cigarette. She forced the exhale away and then groaned as she reached forward to her ashtray forcefully squishing what was left of the fire in the paper cylinder out. I watched on as she was squeezing her belly against her thighs as she reached.

Emma then rubbed her lips as she looked sternly at me and sighed loudly then claimed that she was feeling fat.

It was a left field slightly too much to drink of a statement to make, especially as she was the one eating the chocolates all to herself, so I sort of shook my head and ignored it and did what I thought was right and just smiled and kissed her. I am not going to tell the practically naked and, in my eyes, very sexy Emma, that she was fat. She is really not

that

big.

She huffed as the smell of her recent cigarette flowed off her body and filled the space between us as she again grunted as she reached over for the wine bottle to top up both our glasses. I watched her back and ran my hand over her skin finding her spine as the clear fluid chugged into the glasses. Emma put the bottle down and wiggled herself a little, I removed my arm as she slowly sat back and frowned at me holding on to the glass. "Tommy, I mean it. I am getting fat."

"I don't think so?" I questioned as I stroked her bare thigh being careful not to wobble it, and then smiled as I tried to kiss her.

She pushed me away. "Tom, I'm on the wrong side of thirty-five." She turned away from me as she whinged then took a gulp of her wine.

"I genuinely think you're sexy?" I again stroked her thigh and couldn't help myself but twang the elastic of her black panties. She looked at me, put the glass down and glared at me sternly and then pulled them off completely, kicking them off leaving them on the floor.

"You are only saying that because I am now naked, and I will happily play for hours with your cock?" She smiled and put her wine cooled fingers around my flaccid penis. Before leaning over my thigh and tickling me by taking all of it, in her mouth whilst tickling my balls with her fingers.

"I mean it." I declared.

She instantly looked up rubbing her lips together, I studied her face. "You are also so much younger than me!" She whined as her hand kept stroking.

"There is nothing I can do about that." I looked down smiling as my cock came back to life between her fingers. Her thumb flicked the moist tip.

"I know you're both keeping me feeling young but making me feel old at the same time!" Emma giggled and leaned in and kissed me.

"In that case, if you want to get fit, I know what, shall we go for a run together on Saturday morning?" I asked after the kiss broke, and I watched as her nipples hardened as she continued playing with my hard cock.

"What?" She stopped stroking and her face creased up as she looked very confused.

An idea formed in my head. "Em, let's get fitter together?"

I watched the thought rotating through her head. It was as if through her eyes I was watching the metallic cogs slowly turn.

"I guess so?" She said in a non-committed way and brought the wine glass to her lips, making a barrier between us as she hurriedly gulped more down her throat. With the cogs still turning she then instantly reached for her cigarette pack.

Looked like going forward she was now going to continue to smoke, but no longer ostracising herself, by sitting beside me.

Chapter 4 Emma

Tommy's buttocks look amazing in his running shorts. There I said it. His shorts and top made him look masculine. He also looked young and athletic. Yes, he looks amazing naked or in a shirt and tie. But even in his dressed down running stuff, he looks handsome.