Chapter 7: Overtime
As we walked back inside the building, she had a slight smirk on her face. She was up to something, or at least I hoped she was.
She hit the call button for the elevator then turned to me and said, "when we get into my office I want to see how everything fits when I'm sitting at my desk and we can make any adjustments as needed."
I gave an agreeable frown and said, "ok yeah. We can definitely do that."
We walked back into her office and she shut the door, took her coat off and shut the door.
"So, first thing is, I'd like a coat rack right here to hand my coat and my purse," she said, showing the spot on the door where she wanted the hook installed.
She wheeled her brand new office chair in and sat down behind her desk.
"Hmm, I think I want the desk turned so the L shape is facing the door. I want to use one desk for my laptop and tv, and the other facing where you're standing. I'll buy a couple chairs to put in front of the other side of the desk so my employees or clients can come in and we can all still see the tv," she said as she motioned to where she wanted the other section of the desk moved and chairs placed, "On the wall behind you I'll have a table to look at and markup storyboards for client projects."
She made a sort of scowl on her face, raised one eyebrow and crossed her arms with her fingertips of one hand tapping her soft lips. She was trying to picture the room the way she wanted it.
I looked around and gave a shrug and said, "ok well let's get to work."
She looked at me, still thinking, and said, "you think that's a good setup?"
"Yes. I like that idea. We won't know how it looks for sure until we get it all moved though," I said, taking my coat off and laying it across the desk.
I moved her chair and started sliding the desk over. I'm not a fit guy, but I have moved enough of these desks that I don't get winded or break a sweat as soon as I do strenuous tasks. I'm an IT guy. We don't do strenuous work in IT. I got the desk moved and stood up, loosening my tie and unbuttoning the top buttons on my shirt.
"Wow. Is it hot in here to you?" I asked.
She just stood there and looked at me with her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face.
"You know, it is a little warm in here, now that you said it," she said.
I decided to just take my work shirt off, revealing how big of a nerd I am from my T-shirt underneath. It had Iron Man's giant face plastered on the front.
She looked at me and giggled, "Jeffery, nice shirt. Cute."
I smiled and chuckled timidity and got down under the desk to move the cables I ran earlier this afternoon. Speaking to her from under the desk, I finish moving the cables and poke my head back up to see her, "So, when you get your laptop in here, all you must do is..."
She stood there, hands on her hips, staring at me with that seductive smile and sex eyes. She stripped down to the black lace lingerie, g-string and thigh-high stockings, in less than a minute without me hearing it. 'Holy fuck...,' I thought as my jaw hit the desk and eyes widened as big as golf balls.
"Jeffery, you were saying," she said, leaning down on the desk so her tits were practically spilling out in front of me.
"Y-um, I, uh... w-what, um, I, I f-forgot what I was, um, what I was going to s-say..." I trailed off. My eyes darted back and forth between her eyes and her tits. I swallowed hard and started trembling.
'Fuuuuuccckkk...' I thought.
I tried to stand up but froze on my knees right there.
"Jeff, tell me something... do you like my new lingerie? I bought it today on lunch, for special occasions, of course," she said, knowing my cock was rock hard and that I was trying to hide it.
I snapped out of it and said, "Y-yeah, I love it. Very sexy."
She reached over and wiped one finger against my bottom lip and said, "honey, wipe the drool off your face. You're making a puddle on my desk."
I grabbed my dress shirt and wiped my mouth. 'Jesus, man! Get a grip! Drool, really?? Come on, pull it together,' I told myself.
I stood up directly behind her desk. She was still bent over and staring right at my hard cock in my pants. She reached out again and ran her long nails across it and looked up at me.
"Oh, Jeffery, you have something I want," she said.
I was still frozen right there. She stood up and slowly walked around the desk. I turned towards her, stiff as a board, no pun intended. She placed her hand on my chest and the other rubbed against my cock.
"Sit, Jeffery," she said, pushing into her office chair.
I fell into it and it rolled back and it hit the desk. She slowly and alluringly stepped toward me and leaned down until she was face to face with me, her hands on the arms of the chair.
"Now, Jeffery," she said, lowering one hand to rub over my cock, "I need you to do something for me."
I couldn't speak. I just stared into her eyes and nodded.
She stopped a mear inch from my lips and whispered, "I need you to get out your cock and stroke it for me. Can you do that?"
I nodded and fumbled, trying to unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. My boxers had another giant wet spot on them from all the precum. She stood up and reached for her purse, slid it towards her and reached inside. My cock sprang out of my pants and I started stroking up and down, just as she asked. She pulled out a 10 inch long skin toned dildo and held it up. She admired its length and girth, holding it in one hand and stroking it with the other.
She looked at me and said, "like this, Jeffrey. I want you to stroke your cock like this."
Then she opened her mouth and slid the tip inside. She sucked on the dildo for a minute and then shoved the entire thing balls deep down her throat, pulled it out and looked at me. A string of saliva hung between the tip and her lips.
"Do you want me to suck your cock like this, Jeff?" she said with that sarcastic rhetorical tone.
She opened her mouth and licked the tip, then up and down the shaft, never breaking eye contact with me. My eyes still wide, mouth open, breathing heavy. I nodded, and she went back to sucking that massive toy cock. Her hand went down and started rubbing her pussy over her panties. Her eyes closed, and she moaned with the cock in her mouth.
"Fuck...," I sighed, watching her intently.
