He watched from the door as Sara walked back to her car. She turned to wave to him and he caught a glimpse of her lovely naked body through the opening in her gown.
Tonin smiled as he remembered their recent sexual encounter on the back lawn: his cock entering her as she kneeled in front of him.
She waved from the car and he wondered when he would feel her body against his again.
Over the next three days he settled into his usual routine at work, and tried, without success, to not think about Sara.
He would find himself working on some complex programming problem when a memory of her touch or smell would come to him. He would then close his eyes and start touching himself the way she had touched him, running his fingers over his hardening cock, grabbing his balls and squeezing them. Then he would waken with a start and realize what he was doing.
The weekend came and went and he was soon sitting in his office again.
She had said she would only be gone for a couple of days...that was five days ago. He was starting to wonder if she would ever call.
A knock on the door broke his thoughts.
"It's Peter, may I come in," the company director said. Everyone in the company knew that Tonin rode everywhere and that he was quite often getting changed in his office, so they all knocked.
"Sure." Tonin said.
The door opened and in walked Peter Wilkins and Sara.
Sara and Tonin's eyes locked onto each other, neither saying a word.
The director seemed not to notice and proceeded with the introductions.
"Tonin Barclay is our programmer. Tonin this is Sara Parkinson our new Art Director." he said.
Tonin was still unable to speak but Sara had recovered her wits.
"Tonin. That's Irish isn't it," she said.
"Yes," was all he could get out.
"Well Tonin, nice to meet you. I will be coming around to all the staff tomorrow morning to find out a bit more about them so I will see you then," she said.
The director and Sara left and closed the door.
Tonin slumped in his chair.
Sara was working at the company. Was this a good thing or not?
The following morning he went to the office convinced that the worst-case scenario would come true - she wouldn't want to continue the relationship now that they worked together.
After the ride to work he had a shower and returned to his office to get changed.
He was in such a state that he forgot to lock the door.
He slipped off his shorts and shirt and stood, completely naked, before his locker.
After putting on his shirt and jumper - Tonin never put his pants on first - he bent to pick up his underwear.
Without warning, the door opened.
It was too late.
"Nice ass," Sara said as she entered the room.
She moved up behind him, then moved a hand between his legs and took a firm grasp of his hanging balls.
After playing with him for a short time she moved her finger so that it was under his balls and began to rub his sensitive skin.
Tonin gasped at the sensual feeling of her touch.
Now she ran her finger under him and up his crack, grabbing his arse with both hands before backing away.
"I should get dressed," Tonin said, feeling like he really didn't want to get dressed at all.
"Yes. That might be a good idea," she said.
After putting on his pants he sat in a chair opposite Sara who was already sitting.
She was dressed in a brown, floral skirt that showed off her legs nicely.
She uncrossed her legs, and in a provocative but somehow innocent move, stretched out one of her legs and placed it on the chair between his legs.
She then dragged her chair closer so that she could kneed his groin with her foot.
He placed his hand on her leg then moved it slowly until it had reach the hem of her skirt.
She dragged her chair closer still, bending her leg upward as she did.
The bottom of her skirt fell away, revealing her thighs and the thin cotton material of the crotch of her panties. He looked down at her and could see small tufts of pubic hair escaping from the sides of her underwear.
His hand continued to move up her leg until it reached her underwear.
