I started to get more work from Senator Davis. It was pretty menial work, and I still fetched coffee and food like I had been. But the new tasks meant I spent more time with him in his office, which afforded me more time to stare at him. It was my favorite pastime, after all, so I looked forward to any mundane task that gave him a reason to call me in. I stared pretty frequently and openly and wondered if he ever noticed. He hardly looked up from his work when he was at his desk, but people can sense when eyes are on them. And mine were always on him.
Today, Senator Davis asked me to open letters from a Boy Scout troop and write brief responses back to them. Senator Davis would read over them and sign them later before sending me to a post office to have them delivered out. Unlike the admirably-focused Senator, my attention was divided between my task and enjoying my view.
I had an intense attraction to men in suits, and state senators always wore suits to the Capitol. Senator Davis had an impressive wardrobe and fine taste. Today he was wearing a tailored grey suit with a navy tie. His suits always fit him snug in a way that allowed me to admire his body. I loved the way a firm belly in a clean dress shirt pushed out and demanded attention.
With my eyes largely fixated on Senator Davis, I noticed he kept reaching awkwardly behind his back. He tried different approaches with each arm at different angles, but clearly couldn't reach the spot. I considered offering a helping hand when he noticed me looking and summoned me.
"Come help me with this itch, would ya?"
I approached him and stood behind his chair as he leaned forward allowing me access to his back. His left arm contorted behind him towards the center of his back and I started scratching around where he was reaching.
He directed me "higher" and "right" until I found the spot and he slumped forward in relief. I continued working that area for a minute or two and he was clearly enjoying it. I waited a moment for more directions before my instinctive desire to satisfy him took over. I expanded the area of my massage, rubbing and scratching gently all over his back. I loved the way his large frame felt in my hands, filling as he inhaled slowly and deeply.
After a few minutes, he sat up a little and put his arms wide. "Take this off for me?"
I worked his suit coat off his shoulders and placed it neatly on a table before returning to my work, more earnestly massaging my master. I decided removing his coat meant he was enjoying my work, which gave me the encouragement to rub a little deeper into the tissue. I leaned in and quietly inhaled his scent, triggering my dick to start to chub. His skin was warm even through his linen dress shirt.
I'm not sure how long I massaged his back and shoulders. My mind wandered, imagining the same scenario but a little different. We're in the privacy of his home office and I have more courage to do what I want. I reach around his neck and slowly undo his top button. Then two more. His scent is the same and I inhale again. I smell the real senator which only fuels my fantasy more. I keep massaging his back, now enjoying the view of his chest hair as I work. That only lasts a moment before I grow impatient. I reach lower down his torso and undo the rest of his buttons. I'm undressing him, basically snuggling him as my arms rest all over him to reach his bottom buttons.
"Collin"
I nervously snapped out of it, worried I was draped across him like I was in my fantasy.
"All that loosening me up made something else real stiff."
He turned his chair towards me and leaned back into the puffy leather cushion. It was one of the sweetest sights I'd ever beheld. My well-dressed boss leaning back comfortably with a nice shirt hugging his soft curves. His belly jutting out and a hint of nipple poking at the light blue fabric. His belt is just barely visible between his belly and his impressive bulge tenting his grey suit pants.
I dutifully knelt between his legs, grabbing his thighs for stability as I lowered myself. I looked up into his eyes. "We're going to have to fix that."
I grabbed his crotch through his pants and he moaned. His eyes closed and his mouth made an "o" shape. His hands tightened on the arm rests. His wedding ring and silver watch dazzled against the dark leather. I reached for his zipper and slowly lowered it down. I could already see the head of his cock pushing at the fly of his briefs. I reached in and adjusted the pouch so that he was jutting straight through both layers. With his cock out, I put my hand back inside and playfully fondled his balls.
"In your place, boy."
I was disappointed, but obedient. The door was closed and I was hoping to have more space and really enjoy the view. Instead, I crawled into the cavity of his desk and he rolled his chair in close.
Once we were in position, I took him all the way in at once. His chair bucked and he groaned, giving me pleasure. I hungrily slurped on his dick, savoring the feeling of his veins and glans against my tongue.
A knock on the door startled me, as I paused my motion and held his cock in my mouth. I was suddenly grateful he had me move under the desk.
"Come in!"
I couldn't believe he let the visitor in. I didn't dare move or make a sound.
"Good afternoon, Senator Davis."
My own father's voice paralyzed me. I was petrified.
"Please, Stan. Call me Hugh."
"Right. Well, we have this booklet put together with that research you asked us to do on zoning laws."
I pulled back off the senator's cock and prayed my dad would leave as quick as he came. Just drop off the booklet and leave, dad.
"Thanks for that, Stan. Why don't you take a seat."
