All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.
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David was momentarily speechless when the pretty young woman asked him who it was he wished to see. He had come into his father's office early and had expected to see Mrs. Standish sitting at her desk outside his dad's office as usual, not this attractive 20 something blonde. It was only when her smile broadened and she asked him for a second time if she could help him that David collected himself.
"Hi. I'm David Henderson. I'm here to see my father."
"Oh David, yes! I'm Gloria Allen. I'm interning here for the summer. Your father said you were coming in. Would you mind taking a seat for a moment. He'll be right back..." Gloria said smiling up at David.
David found himself blushing for some reason as he said.."Sure.." and awkwardly seated himself on the too soft sofa opposite Gloria's desk.
He was supposed to be starting work that morning at his father's law firm. Stan had told him one of his partner's could use an additional clerk for the summer to do some 'gophering' and to fill in for vacationing staff. David was anxious to make a good impression because he could make a lot more money doing this than the landscaping work that he had been doing for the last couple of years when he was home from school.
He certainly hadn't expected to meet anyone like Gloria at his father's stodgy old law firm. She was probably a couple of years older than he was and looked a lot like Nicole Kidman... long, frizzie blonde hair, calculating eyes and crimson painted lips. When she got up to retrieve a file from one of the file cabinets behind her, David couldn't help but watch her. She was tall and had a stunning figure. She was wearing a form fitting, white sleeveless top beneath which her up-turned breasts swelled dramatically. Her long, nylon clad legs were fetchingly on display beneath her little black skirt. As she returned to her desk she looked over and saw David staring at her. She smiled knowingly to herself as she sat down.
She was working at a modern, chrome and glass kind of desk. There was no front to it and although David had picked up a magazine, he wasn't really looking at it. He was staring at Gloria's legs under her desk. Gloria was reviewing some kind of report, and poring through a number of reference papers on her desk. She was shifting back and forth in her chair and it seemed to David that every time she moved, her knees parted a little further allowing him more and more of a glimpse of the juncture between her curvaceous thighs.
David heard voices approaching but really wasn't paying attention to anything other that the fascinating spectacle unfolding under Gloria's desk. He literally jerked upright when he heard his father's hearty voice boom..."David! There you are! You remember Mrs. Fletcher don't you!..."
For a moment David's eyes whipped up into Gloria's. Her eyes danced with amusement as she returned his look and shifted once more in her seat, bringing her knees together primly beneath her desk.
David lurched to his feet as Debra Fletcher approached, her hand extended to him.
"Unnn...Sure!...Of course!...Hello Mrs. Fletcher. Nice to see you again. Thanks for ...for letting me come in. I mean for giving me a chance...to... to meet you...about the job..." David stammered lamely, finding it hard to concentrate with the vision of Gloria's invitingly parted thighs still dancing in his head.
"Good morning David. I'm sure you're eager to get started. I see you've already met Miss Allen....Stan. I'll see you at the partner's meeting later. David why don't you follow me and I'll introduce you to my assistant." Debra said
"Great!..." David said, stealing one more glance at Gloria who by then had returned to the work on her desk.
"Thanks Deb!...David, I'll see you later at home. ..Gloria, would you bring me the McMichael file when it's ready..." Stan Henderson said as he turned and ambled into his office.
David had to move fast to keep up with Mrs. Fletcher who was rapidly disappearing down the corridor ahead of him.
It was a few days later, about 3:00 in the afternoon when David had an unexpected break. He had no idea that lawyers' offices were such sweat shops. On that morning he'd been given a conference room table and four banker's boxes of case notes that a number of the firm's lawyers had been working on and he had been instructed to refile all the documentation in order by date. He finished just before 3:00 and then went looking for Mrs. Fletcher but was told she was in a meeting for probably another hour.
Not knowing what else to do and thinking he might get to see Gloria again, David went looking for his father.
When he got to his father's office Gloria wasn't at her desk. The door to his father's office was closed but still ajar and David thought he'd just look inside and see if his father was there.
Sure enough, Gloria and his father were standing behind his desk, apparently looking at some paperwork that was spread out in front of them.
Stan had an 'L' shaped desk that faced the door of his office. The 'L' faced the big window beside the desk and this was where all the papers were spread out. In fact Gloria and Stan had their backs to the door when David walked in.
David stepped into his father's office and was about to say something when it struck him that there was something odd about the way Gloria and his father were standing together.
Stan was bent over slightly above the paperwork in front of him. He was leaning on his knuckles that were planted on the desk. Gloria was standing just behind his right side, her left hand resting on Stan's shoulder, one outstretched finger toying with his ear. Her right arm was sort of wrapped around his waist and at first David thought that she must have been sorting through some of the papers on the desktop. Gloria was definitely working at arranging something because her right shoulder was flexing repeatedly as she reached around her boss from behind.
It was eerily quiet in his father's office and David suddenly realized that the only sound he could hear was a juicy, rhythmic squishing sound.
David couldn't believe it. Although he couldn't really see anything, he thought for a moment that Gloria was masturbating his father right there in his office. But he knew that couldn't be right! He was just about to say something when he saw his father drop his head and groan gutturally...
"Goddd!...Oh God honey!...Suck it for me!...Come on!... Gloria!...Pleaseee!..."
"Oh shit!..." David gasped in amazement.
David's father didn't hear him but Gloria did. She turned her head and looked at David over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering into his. She didn't for a moment stop her lurid masturbation. In fact, as she continued to stare wantonly at David she purred...
"Not now lover!...We don't have time...You've got that meeting at 3:30....Don't worry, I'll get you off!...You know you can never hold it when I do this!..."
As she spoke, Gloria was leaning more and more heavily into Stan's side. She tangled her left hand into his hair and pulled his head up, turning it so that he wouldn't inadvertently see his son standing behind him. At the same time she dropped her right shoulder, and really started flexing her arm as she gave David's poor father what must have been a furious stroking.
"Unnnn!...Oh Yeah!...Oh Yeah!..." Stan grunted feverishly, rising up on his tiptoes in response to Gloria's lurid masturbation.
