I consider myself pretty lucky to be only 35 years old and sitting near the top of the proverbial "corporate ladder" for a major advertising company. Don't get me wrong, I've invested a lot of hard work to get here, but I would be lying if I didn't admit to getting a few lucky breaks along the way. Unfortunately, like most executives, the price I pay for such fortune is that I find myself working way too many hours and playing way too few.
I was working late one evening reviewing an ad campaign for a major client, when Kelly, the administrator for one of my department heads came strolling into my office.
Kelly is not your typical office administrator. With her short blond hair, ocean blue eyes and a smile that could light up the darkest night, to simply say she is "attractive" would be a gross understatement. A self proclaimed fitness freak that spends several days a week at the gym, Kelly possesses a well toned body that would not look a bit out of place on the cover of a Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. I wouldn't be at all surprised if the cliché, "drop dead gorgeous," was written with Kelly in mind.
It was about 8:00 pm when Kelly came waltzing into my office. I was a little surprised to see her working so late. Kelly is pretty much a nine to five person due to the fact that she also takes evening classes at the local university.
It was obvious that Kelly had gone home after work and was just returning to the office. The sexy black skirt that barely dropped below the perfect curve of her firm and shapely ass was a little more risqué than she would dare to wear to work. Kelly looked incredibly sexy, but not trashy. She seemed to know exactly where to draw that line.
Although that teasing black skirt was the first thing to catch my eye, Kelly's loose fitting satin blouse quickly redirected my attention. With the first several buttons left open, the pure white fabric plunged just deep enough to perfectly frame her well tanned cleavage.
Kelly was always the best dressed female in the office, but tonight she had really outdone herself.
"Hello Mr. Smith," Kelly beamed, as she excitedly walked through the door. "May I come in?"
"Certainly," I said, "But what is this 'Mr. Smith' thing?"
Everyone in the office called me Brian, and Kelly was no exception. If we had bumped into each other in the hallway, it would have been, "Hello Brian", never "Hello Mr. Smith". She must have said hello to me a hundred times in the past and it was always the same; "Hello Brian", or "Hey Brian."
Without saying another word, Kelly closed the door behind her and walked over to my desk. Damn this girl was sexy.
When Kelly reached my desk, she leaned over, put both hands on the edge of the desk and looked me straight in the eye. I knew I would be caught, but I couldn't resist the temptation to allow my eyes to drift a few inches southward to her cleavage that was now incredibly displayed before my eyes.
Kelly raised her right hand from the desk, put her index finger under my chin and raised my head forcing me to stare straight into those fiery eyes.
"Mr. Smith," she said, "Do you know what the strongest aphrodisiac in the world is?"
"Power," she said, "It's power; and you Mr. Smith, are a powerful man."
I have always had a standing rule when it comes to mixing work with pleasure at the office. It's a pretty simple rule; never, ever mix the two. In this day and age, executives get sued and fired for dabbling in the forbidden fruit with employees. I've never had too much trouble resisting the temptation in the past, but I've also have never had such an incredible temptress flaunting her desires after hours and behind closed doors.
There was no mistaking what Kelly had in mind. My own mind was racing frantically as I wrestled with the "Do I" or "Don't I" dilemma. To put it mildly, I was more than just a little flustered by her brazen proposition, and Kelly sensed it. After a few seconds of dead silence, she winked at me and grinned.
"What's the matter Mr. Smith, pussy cat got your tongue?"
By now the blood was quickly rushing to my groin and the inevitable erection was building in my boxers. My thinking was getting pretty clouded, but I somehow managed to keep my composure. I fumbled for the right words and my cracking voice immediately gave away my nervousness.
"Look Kelly," I stammered, "You are an incredibly sexy girl. If you didn't work for me, I'd be clearing this desk top faster than you can imagine. But the fact that you do work in my organization; I just can't."
"Not the answer I was hoping for," Kelly replied, "But I understand."
"I actually had my heart set on that soft leather chair you're sitting in instead of this hard desk," she teasingly added.
Kelly maintained that mesmerizing eye to eye contact for a few more seconds before finally braking away and releasing me from her lustful stare. Before she turned toward the door to leave, she steadied herself and hiked her right foot up on the edge of the desk. I'm not quite sure if the noise I heard was the sole of Kelly's high healed shoe hitting the top of my desk, or if it was my jaw hitting the floor.
That sexy black skirt climbed effortlessly up Kelly's elevated thigh leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. The view was unforgettable. The absence of panties made it impossible for Kelly to conceal her own state of excitement. The dampness glistening on the lips of her freshly waxed pussy was a dead give away.
Kelly once again placed her finger under my chin and lifted my gaze from her smoldering womanhood back to those captivating eyes.
"If you ever change your mind Mr. Smith, all you have to do is ask".
Damn, I thought to myself. Did I really just turn that down?
After Kelly left my office, I immediately packed up for the night. There was no need to stay and try to get more work done. I couldn't possibly concentrate on work after that encounter. Instead of sitting in my office half the night replaying that scene over and over again in my mind, I did what all men would do in that situation. I went home and jacked off.
I ran into Kelly at the coffee pot the following morning. It was a little awkward, but Kelly acted as if nothing had happened the night before. Like a hundred times before, she simply winked at me and in that sexy voice of hers said, "Hello Brian."
Everything was back to normal.
About three months later, I got an opportunity to transfer to Boston to help start up a new division for the company. It was with mixed emotions that I told my staff I would be leaving, but they understood this was a great opportunity for both me and the company.
Some of my friends and colleagues decided to throw a going away party for me after work at a local gathering place. It was a Friday evening and everyone was drinking, laughing, and having a good time.
I was a little disappointed not to see Kelly there, but I assumed she probably had class that night.
Sometime around 8:30, Kelly came strolling into the bar. My heart skipped at least a beat or two when I realized she was wearing the exact same outfit she wore that night she came into my office. When she walked up to me, threw her arms around me and gave me a big hug, my cock responded immediately.
"I'm going to miss you Mr. Smith," she whispered in my ear, as she pushed her thigh between my legs and pressed seductively against my growing excitement.
Kelly was still whispering in my ear when she added, "Too bad you're so tied up here tonight Mr. Smith. I'd love to have you tied up back at my place where I could give you a more proper goodbye."
I was no longer bound by the "office rules" since I was leaving the next day for a new position and Kelly was no longer one of my employees. Free to act on her tempting invitation, I put my arm on Kelly's shoulder and pulled her in the direction of the bar.
"I need a drink," I said, as we nudged our way through the crowded bar.
"I need something stiff too," Kelly quickly responded, as she grabbed my tented pants and gently massaged my cock through the fabric of my pants.
If the invitations to the gathering had not said, "Come by from 7:00 to 10:00 to wish Brian a grand farewell", I would have paraded Kelly right past the bar and out the door. I was having fun at the party, but I was pretty sure that what Kelly had in mind would make the fun at the bar seem extremely boring.
For the next hour and a half Kelly proceeded to discretely tease and torment me every chance she got. I don't think my cock ever got fully deflated. Every time the swelling started to subside, Kelly would either brush against me making sure she rubbed my cock, or she would whisper sexy suggestions in my ear.
Shortly after 10:00 I was talking to Adam, one of the up and coming executives at the company, when Kelly walked up to me and put her finger to my lips.
"Don't be telling Adam all of the secrets of your success," Kelly advised.
It seemed innocent enough until I realized that the index finger that Kelly was pressing against my lips was wet. At the same time the wet sensation hit my lips, the aroma hit my nose. Less than a millisecond later, my cock sprang into action once again as I realized the wetness on Kelly's finger, and the wetness now on my lips, was the sweet nectar from her hot pussy.
That was all I could take. It was time to end this party and go start a private one with Kelly.
I discretely slipped Kelly my car keys and told her to go ahead to my car and I would be there shortly. I would have been happy to walk out of the bar with this fine lady on my arm, but I thought it would save her a lot of potentially embarrassing questions on Monday if we left separately. Kelly said her goodbyes and headed toward the door.
Less than five minutes later, I had said my final farewells and headed for the car. I was thankful the bar was dark as I pushed my way toward the exit. In a well lit bar, the anticipation bulging in my pants would have been impossible to conceal. The thought of an incredibly sexy and insatiably horny young lady waiting in my car had my cock begging for relief.
