It was a pretty typical Tuesday afternoon. I sat in my office with the door closed and surfed on the internet. It had gotten all my work done that morning, and now I had several hours of boredom to look forward to.
The biggest problem with this was that when I had nothing to do, nothing in particular to occupy my mind, I began to think about my assistant.
She sat right outside my door at a little desk of her own. All I had to do was think about the way her golden blonde hair fell over her shoulder when she bent to hand me my coffee in the morning, and my throat closed up with desire. I picture her hands, perfectly manicured with light pink polish like a little girl, and I closed my eyes and imagined those fingers running through my hair. I wanted to kiss her full, soft lips and feel her tongue in my mouth. I had lusted after from the moment I first met her, and it was absolute torture.
Thinking about her, my hands strayed of its own accord to my blouse, and I slid a hand inside and gently caressed my left breast, pinching the nipple just hard enough to send a delightful dart of pain through my body. I could feel myself getting wet. I knew my face was flushed. I smiled, thinking that perhaps I'd just lock the door and relieve myself, when the door abruptly swung open and she came in.
"Alice." I sat up, jerking my hand out of my blouse as I felt my face burn with embarrassment. Oh Christ, had she seen me touching myself? She must think I was some sort of sex addict or pervert, unable to control myself even at work.
"Sorry," Alice said in her low, smoky voice. God, where did she get that voice? It was like a practice whore's voice coming from an angel's face. Her wide blue eyes looked at me, all innocence, and I felt myself go soft inside. "I just wanted to see if you needed anything." She smiled slightly.
Something about the smile struck me. I looked at her more closely. Had that been... a come-on? From Alice? Impossible. I forced a smile on my face and shook my head. "Thanks, I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" She bit her lower lip, and gently closed the door behind her.
Now that was a little harder to ignore. I swallowed, trying to look casual, but I felt my leg begin to bounce beneath my desk. At least my hands weren't fidgeting. I clasped them before me and looked levelly at Alice. "Was there something in particular you thought I needed help with?" I asked, thankful my voice sounded calmer than I felt.
Now Alice's smile was soft and confident. She turned the lock on the door. "I thought maybe you'd like it if I kept you company. It gets so slow around here in the afternoons." She walked slowly forward, eying the papers on my desk as she came around it. She idly pushed a few things around, then to my surprise she lowered herself to her knees in front of me. "I thought you might like it if I ate your pussy."
My breath froze in my throat. Christ, she didn't really just say that, did she? I stared at her mutely. She looked up at me with her long-lashed sapphire eyes, her full mouth smiling just a little. She was wearing a button-up pale yellow blouse over a light gray skirt. She put a hand to her blouse, unbuttoned the top button.
"Would you?" she asked. "Would you like it if I ate your pussy, Miss Green?"
My skin felt as though it was on fire. I nodded, half afraid she'd laugh and get up as though it had all been a joke. Instead she reached out and grabbed the arm of my chair, turned me so that I was facing her. I was wearing a skirt myself, a black knee-length skirt, very professional. She smiled and slid her hands beneath it. Her palms smoothed their way up my thighs to my underwear. I felt the fingertips of one hand gently stroke between my legs. She smiled again when she felt how wet my panties were. She hooked her fingers through the sides and pulled them down.