It was only a few days after my recent trip to Florida and I was having trouble thinking about anything else. Images of Amber's naked body had become commonplace players in my mind over the last six months, but now I also had the image of her not only sucking and fucking two utter strangers on a beach but the memory that she had come to enjoy it with a pure animalistic pleasure. The desire to call Amber and arrange a meeting was constantly burning in the back of my brain, but she was still married, and I reminded myself that I had to respect the limitations inherent in our situation.
My job was such that I was able to work when I saw fit, but the work still had to be done and piled up in my absence. I now had quite a backlog to attend to, and was staying late in the office, well after everyone else had gone for the day. I was getting very little done by this point, though. I realized I was now too tired to resist the insistent memories of Amber's wild beach performance enough to get any work done.
As I shut off my computer monitor, I heard the unmistakable sounds of the janitorial service in the outer office. I smiled to myself a little then when I caught myself wondering which cleaning woman was out there. I was truly incorrigible, I told myself, but that didn't stop me from getting up from my desk, crossing the office and opening the door to check.
I found myself greeted by the spectacle of a nice, tight butt thrust into the air not five feet in front of me. As I admired the view, and took the time to imagine the long legs, each with some nicely decorative tattoos, that I knew were concealed under the woman's sweatpants, I was aware of the fact that the light in my office had been clearly visible through the frosted glass of my door. I knew a staged presentation when I saw one. I said nothing as the woman finished changing my secretary's garbage, and waited until she stood up, shook out her long black hair with the red highlights and turned to look at me over her shoulder.
"Hi, Helen," I smiled. "How've you been?" I was leaning against the door frame with my arms crossed.
"Good," she answered with a smile. "Did you have fun in Florida?"
"Of course," I nodded. "Did you have fun while I was away?"
"Oh, I usually find a way to have fun," she winked. Her suggestive smile was putting my already revved-up libido into overdrive. She was a willowy young woman. Her slender frame made her look taller than she was, which was a few inches shorter than me.
"Now, that I believe," I said. She was all flesh, bone, muscle and tattoos, and attitude. Well, at least she had that attitude as soon as she and I were alone in the same room. This, unfortunately, had never happened for more than a few moments of idle banter as I was leaving for the night after a day such as this had been. Still, we'd exchanged names and enough flirtatious banter to establish a very nice playful chemistry.
She made a show of continuing to do her job. I knew that the company she worked for normally sent two workers (usually Helen and a much more demure Latina woman named Christina) to clean the offices in our six storey building, and that each of them took a floor at a time. I made no effort whatsoever to pretend that I was doing anything but watching Helen. I was trying to think of something clever to say when she asked, "You're going to stay a while tonight?"
"Well, I'd hate to be in your way," I smirked.
She stopped and looked me directly in the eye and said, "I might like you in my way."
"Likewise," I nodded.
She started to go back to work and then stopped, looking back at me with a cocked eyebrow and a mischievous smile, "Are you just going to stand there and watch me?"
"I was seriously considering it."
"You're not going to get much work done that way."
"I can live with that."
"Well, did you consider my feelings about it?" she laughed. "I might feel guilty about distracting you."
I laughed, "I doubt that very much!"
She thought about it for a couple of seconds and then said, "Well, maybe I should clean your office first, then."
I was way past working out the logic behind this idea and just nodded and stepped back out of the doorway. Later I would remember that she didn't bother to bring any cleaning equipment, not even a dusting cloth, but for now I simply turned and took a few steps back toward my desk. I stopped as I heard her close my office door behind her. Turning around, I saw her standing there smiling at me. She reached down, crossing her arms, and took hold of her T-shirt's hem and lifting it up, peeling her shirt off in one fluid motion. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her firm, small breasts were capped off with tiny erect, reddish brown nipples.
I let my gaze admire her naked skin as she kicked off her sneakers and then moved toward me. There was a very brief moment when she was standing in front of me looking up at me with a playful glimmer in her gray eyes. I moved my hands up to hold her waist as she reached up and grabbed my head in both hands. She pulled my face down to hers and kissed me violently. Her tongue thrust into my mouth aggressively while she pushed me back toward my desk.
My hands held on to her muscular sides as I returned her avid kiss in kind. I moved one hand up to take some of her dark mane in my fist and held her mouth to mine as securely as she was holding my head. She then moved her left hand to hold the back of my head while the right dropped down to grab for the now very hard item in my pants. I responded by reaching up to squeeze one of her delectable tits in my hand.
After several wonderfully long minutes of this, she shoved back away from me, gave me a wickedly sexy grin, and then dropped to her knees in front of me. In what must have been record time, Helen had my pants undone and shoved down, my naked cock in her hands. She looked up at me as she began to kiss and stroke it. She wasted little time in preliminaries, though, and was soon taking the entire length into her mouth and down her throat, sucking on it voraciously. Her enthusiasm encouraging me, I held her head gently but firmly in both hands and soon it wasn't at all clear who was setting the pace as my cock fucked her mouth and she sucked me with abandon.
Between all my recent memories and fantasies of Amber, and the heat of this unexpected encounter with Helen, not to mention the vigorous blowjob, it wasn't at all surprising that I soon felt my orgasm building with an undeniable force. I leaned backward against my desk and thrust my cock forward into Helen's eager mouth, as the explosion overwhelmed my body. I felt my cock swell as my balls tightened and then the surging, pulsing flood of cum shooting out of me. I heard Helen murmuring further encouragement as I pumped spasm after spasm into her mouth and down her throat.
Slowly I caught my breath and felt my pulse returning to normal.
"Wow!" I breathed to myself.
I felt Helen slowly letting my cock slide out of her mouth then kissing it, before she said, "Mmmm, that was good!"
"It sure looked like it!" said a third voice from the open door of my office.
I snapped to sudden clarity and saw Amber standing in the doorway. She was wearing a long, heavy coat, and seemed to be quite amused at catching me with my penis in another woman's mouth.
With the luxury of hindsight it is tempting to say that I was trying to sort out whether I should be concerned about a jealous reaction, defensive about the fact that Amber and I certainly did not have an exclusive relationship, or any number of possible alternatives. The truth, however, is that I was too shocked too do much more than be surprised. Although I'd told her where I worked, Amber had never, as far as I knew at that point, even considered visiting me there. Of course, she managed to pick the perfect moment to arrive.
I looked at Amber, with a comical expression on my face I'm sure, and she looked back at me with a wry expression. It was Helen who broke the silence...
Still kneeling in front of me, she looked over her shoulder and cheerfully said, "Hi, I'm Helen."
"Hello Helen. Nice to meet you," Amber laughed a little.
"Helen, this is Amber," I offered, making an attempt to regain my savoir faire.
While clutching my cock in her left hand, Helen stood up and extended her right. Grinning from ear to ear, Amber stepped into the office and took Helen's hand.
"Well, don't let me interrupt you," Amber smiled mischievously. She then sat down in one of the leather chairs in front of my desk, not two feet from Helen and me. She crossed her long, muscular legs and, as her overcoat parted, I saw that they were bare, aside from her stylish boots.