It was seven in the evening and Stephen's final business call was coming to an end. At least he would soon be able to grab a drink and relax. It had been the usual frantic week with endless meetings, interviews and one problem after another. He had assumed he was all alone, so it was a big shock to suddenly see his office door slowly open. Stephen had assumed that by now everyone would have gone home. When he saw it was Leanne who had walked in, he went through a whole range of emotions.
Firstly, he was stunned as it was her leaving day and things had been pretty uncomfortable between them. Leanne had not taken it well when Stephen had told her she was being let go, after her probation period had ended. Despite the tension between them he still felt delight, as well as surprise that she was still here, he would miss her and it made him sad things had not worked out. There was a faint moment of concern that she had come back for another argument, and finally just plain bewilderment as to why she should visit him so late on her last day.
It was a big struggle to clear his mind to concentrate on the phone call, and the complicated discussions going on in the background.
Leanne slowly strode around to the front of the desk. Stephen watched her every step and then frowned, his confusion growing. As she walked both of her hands reached behind her head, and grabbing her ponytail she removed the band that was holding it in place. Her wonderful blonde hair cascaded down onto her shoulders, and she momentarily paused in her walk to shake her head. As she resumed moving she used her fingers to push her hair into place. Finally, she slipped the band onto her wrist.
It had all been done as though letting her hair down was the most natural thing to do in Stephen's office.
Another thought struck Stephen, Leanne must have gone home and changed, for now she wore a simple-blue shift dress. He found that he had gulped for the outfit brought out the blueness of her eyes. She looked casual, but absolutely gorgeous. He knew she must have changed, for he easily remembered what she had worn earlier that day. She had turned up in a daringly short skirt with white tights and flat shoes. Her shirt had had a wide-open neck with a broad collar. The white tee shirt underneath had allowed enough cleavage to poke out to show a little of the crack between her tits. He had found that outfit pretty distracting and now this new one simply took his breath away.
Someone on the call had asked him a question, which made him stumble, and then he asked his colleague to repeat what they had said. Stephen made several aborted attempts to answer, finally coming out with a stream of words that made little sense.
The main reason for his struggle was Leanne now stood in front of him. Initially she had only just leaned on the desk and looked at him. Those wonderful blue eyes looking straight into his. There was a broad, almost mischievous grin on her face. He watched her, growing more puzzled by the moment, as she methodically removed everything she could off the top of his desk. His pen holder, calculator, papers, laptop. One by one she carefully moved them onto the table at the side, while he desperately tried to continue with his call.
What could he do? There was no way to mute the call. He would have to tell his colleagues what he was doing. Nor could he tell her forcibly to stop, the people on the conference call would want an explanation as to what was going on. He could, he supposed say something had come up and that he needed to leave the meeting, but even that he felt would create some questions. Questions he had no idea how to answer. For he had no idea what was going on.
That was all distracting enough, but when the desk was clear, Leanne lifted herself up and slowly climbed onto the desk. She reached forward with her left hand and crawled onto the work surface, moving deliberately towards him. The view down her dress was so distracting. He knew he should look away, but he could not. The moment she had walked in he had wondered if she was wearing a bra. Now he was in no doubt. He could see hanging-down two shapely bare breasts with two hard nipples poking out. Stephen found himself feeling a little breathless, she was close enough now for him to smell the intoxicating scent of her perfume. He felt his dick going hard in his pants. Leanne paused, she was now right in front of him, on all fours, on the desk.
There had been a set of papers on the desk that she could not reach when she had been standing in front of him. These were the documents he was using on the call, so when she went to move them as well, he tried to grab them. He was too slow and so he could only watch as she calmly dropped them onto the floor.
Leanne brushed some hair out of her face and moved a little closer, obviously trying to get his attention. His eyes briefly met hers, there was a glare on his face, but she simply smiled and leaned further forward. Her left hand reached slowly down. It seemed to inch forward, as time for Stephen almost stood still. Leanne gently touched the inside of his thigh and then up to his groin area. Stephen was aware that he was already hard, had been since the moment she had walked in. Leanne's fingers traced out the shape of his erection which was bulging in his pants. He gulped, now she knew how excited her arrival had made him.
"Er yes, I er think, that plan is fine," he said down the phone, as he closed his eyes and hoped to the other callers he sounded normal. Leanne continued rubbing his dick for a few moments, the look on her face showed she was enjoying her little game. Her hands briefly wandered up to his chest, but then straightaway returned to his groin area. She was clearly teasing him and enjoying every moment of his discomfort.
Stephen looked at Leanne who smile remained as wide as ever, as she moved her face a little nearer his.
"I am on a call," he mouthed, he immediately realised this was a stupid thing to say, as it was obvious what he was doing. She nodded and then in response mouthed to him to relax.
"It's okay," she whispered. "I just wanted to say sorry, for you know, well everything really."
She sat back on her haunches and Leanne seemed to be reflecting on what was happening. Stephen wondered if that meant her game was now over and that she would now leave. He felt very conflicted as to whether he wanted Leanne to go any further or not. Then the realisation wandered through his head that he was not in control anyway. What happened next was her decision. There was little he could do to stop her without making a scene, something he was not prepared to do.
Leanne just looked at Stephen and then pushed all of her hair back behind her shoulders. God having her hair back made her neck look so sexy he thought. She moved back onto all fours and with her hand she began to rub his groin area again. Those lovely breasts caught his attention again, making him sigh deeply with desire. He closed his eyes, stopped himself from groaning with pleasure, and tried once more to fix his mind on the call. Leanne continued gently stroking him.
Leanne's hand went to his belt buckle and she began to try to undo it, immediately finding she needed two hands. He silently told her again that he was on the phone, but once again all she did was nod. He decided to try and resist. One of his hands was holding the receiver to his ear, so he only had one hand to try to fight her off. Somewhat half-heartedly he tried to push her hands away. Almost immediately something happened in the meeting that he needed to focus on. Stephen stopped struggling and once again tried to form a coherent reply to someone on the call. He obviously did not do very well since his next comment was.
"I am fine," he said. "Just been a long day. So, it's difficult to concentrate." As he finished that sentence he gave Leanne a hard stare, but her look showed she was amused at his struggle. She loves the fact I am finding this difficult he thought.
"Shhhhhhh," she quietly said. The belt was undone now and pretty soon so was his trouser button. He watched transfixed as she slowly moved his shirt out of the way and undid his fly. As her hand slipped inside his pants he said.
"How about we talk about that in detail on Monday?" Midway through the sentence a gasp escaped from between Stephen's lips as Leanne's hands clamped firmly around his dick.
"I am going to blow you." Leanne whispered. "Just to show how sorry I am." He glared at her, but found he could not stop gulping and once again he mouthed for her to stop.
"I will be quiet, if you co-operate," she said in a quiet, but firm voice, before adding, "stand-up, so we can get these trousers off." Stephen put a finger over his lips to urgently tell her to be quiet. "Stand-up," she said this time dangerously loud. So, Stephen had little choice, but to comply.
"I think that's too expensive," he commented in a voice unnaturally raised, as in a half-standing position he allowed her to pull his trousers down. When she gave him a gentle shove he sat back down again on the chair with a bump. He watched as she lay herself down on the desk, taking great care to keep her hair out of the way before her left hand reached forward and grabbed his dick.
"We could talk about that on Monday as well, couldn't we?" He said somewhat desperately down the phone, and then made a noise that seemed to suggest the reply had been that there needed to be a discussion now. Leanne lifted his cock and lowered her mouth. She calmly slid her lips over his dick. Slowly her head began to rise and fall, her hand stroking up and down his shaft at the same time. At the top end, she would allow his dick to come out of her mouth and then she would go down on it again. In this slow rhythmical way, she blew him, as Stephen tried to discuss whatever matter could not wait till Monday.
She continued servicing him in that calm methodical way as he moved onto another subject.
"Yes, I told her she had the job," he said, trying hard not to sound out of breath. Leanne seemed to pause and Stephen gulped, but after a few moments she continued blowing him again.
"Yes, I think she was very happy and excited," he continued. Leanne lifted her head to look at him and gave a shrug. Oh shit, thought Stephen she realises we are talking about her replacement. Leanne paused, still holding his cock in her hand, she seemed to stare hard at it for a moment. Stephen studied the uncertainty on her face, worrying what Leanne would do now, but then like before she lowered her head and slipped his dick into her mouth again. Once more up and down went her head, as she took the long shaft deep into her mouth and then released it again.
