One of the gorgeous young mothers that worked for me had asked to use a vacation day on Monday which happened to be President's Day. When I realized the local schools would be out that day and that the other mothers in my employ would be working while their children were home from school, I decided to be the nice guy and declare the office closed for President's Day. With the office closed and empty, it provided an opportunity for me to get some work done without the usual interruptions.
I ventured into the office at the normal time debating whether to leave the doors open or to answer the phone. I decided to do both with minimal interruptions. A scheduled lunch meeting was productive but when I returned, I decided to lock the doors, put the phones on "nights", and enjoy some productive isolation.
The street level windows are opaque and although I can see passersby, they cannot see into my office. Many of the nearby businesses had chosen to recognize this national holiday and there would be no postal delivery. A bottle of wine conveniently leftover from an office social soon found its way to my desk along with a plastic cup. A bit more daring after the first glass, I decided to kick off my shoes and violate internet protocol. Eventually my belt was loosened and my zipper opened. An enjoyable website, a tasty glass of wine, and a warm hand wrapped around my cock presented the ideal opportunity to enjoy an unscheduled holiday.
Harkening back to earlier opportunities in my career when I worked late in an abandoned office and shed my clothes to experience pure freedom in moving from my desk to the printer and into the copy room and kitchen, I unbuttoned my dress shirt, removed my undershirt, and was about to shed my trousers when a familiar sound emerged from the rear door.
"Hello? It's Kelly," called out our 19-year old college intern.
In a flash, I decided I had no time to dress and moved quickly to my office door and shut it quietly before Kelly was visible around the corner. I heard her drop her backpack on her desk that sat immediately outside my door.
"Is anyone here?" she inquired of an otherwise empty and dark office.
"Hey, Kelly, It's Craig! Sorry my office door is closed. I'll be out in a minute," I declared as I pulled on my undershirt and dress shirt hastening to be presentable. Stepping into my shoes, I stepped out of my office hoping not to appear as breathless and caught off-guard as I was.
"I think I was scheduled to work today, wasn't I?" she asked as she spun in her desk chair to gaze directly upon my open fly and visible skin of my cock which had not been returned to its proper place as I had hurried to gather my appearance upon her surprise arrival.
I attempted to be nonchalant in my response in saying that she had not been given the word that we were taking President's Day as a holiday. I apologized for the lack of communication and said she could leave.
"I really could use the hours. Spring Break is coming up and I was hoping to save up some extra money from working a few more hours each week. If I'm not interrupting anything, I'd like to stay until close if that's okay with you. Is there anything you'd like for me to do?" she asked as I swear she ogled my open fly.
"Let's see what I have for you." I said as I turned to walk back into my office hoping for the chance to put my cock back into my boxers and zip up. Unfortunately she followed me into my office and sat at a chair next to my desk as I took a seat. I was noticing how the fly of my pants had opened even more as Kelly observed more of her surroundings.
"What kind of wine are you drinking, Mr. Miller? I know I'm not of drinking age but my sorority had a wine-tasting this past weekend, and I found pinot noir to be my favorite red."
"That's what I happen to be...."
"What are you watching on your computer?" she interrupted having caught a glimpse of a well-hung executive fucking his administrative assistant as she was lying across his desk with her skirt draped over her head and her panties around her ankles.
"Well, Kelly, I could try and explain away all that you have witnessed since coming into the office this afternoon but you are a smart young lady and I have been caught red-handed, so let's make a deal." I countered hoping that she would willingly enter into negotiations.
I continued, "Since you need money for Spring Break, and I need for you not to share with anyone that you came into the office and found me with my door closed drinking wine and watching porn can I buy your silence for $500?"
As she pondered my initial offer, I took the opportunity to look at her for the first time since I had been absorbed with my own state of undress and general exposure to this point. What I observed was breathtaking.
