This chapter continues right where ch 05 left off. If you haven't done so, it would be best to read it before reading this chapter.
All characters are over 18 years old
Am not sure about US usage, but "glasses" in this story means "spectacles".
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Diana changed back into her striped blouse and went to the kitchen to make them both a drink.
Thomas got dressed again -- the windows of the office were all hung with vertical blinds anyway -- and awaited her return. Remarkably she was almost fully composed when she did. She placed his drink on the desk where he was seated and spoke softly to him.
"I really must get on with some work for an hour or so now. But cheer up -- it shouldn't take much longer than that. And then we will both be ready to roll again, love!"
She kissed him on the cheek, and again her nearness and the smell of her perfume excited him. He looked at his laptop and decided to edit some of the photographs he had taken on his latest digital camera. It was squishy still to be at liberty to glance across at her, and he availed himself of the opportunity. For now though she was too engrossed in her work to pay him much attention, and he contented himself with fleeting glances. He genuinely had no wish to distract her, and he knew that in any case the sooner she was finished, the sooner their sexual role-play could recommence.
Diana was still acutely aware of his presence and desire for her, but she did her best to focus on collating the data she needed. She made a couple of careless mistakes that cost her ten minutes or so, but on the whole she was quite pleased. She skimmed through it and was content that all was correct and in order.
It had taken just over an hour and a quarter, but that would still allow plenty of time for another round of sex with Thomas before heading home. To avoid arousing her husband's suspicions she needed to ensure that she was not much later home than on other occasions when she worked overtime. She smirked to herself as she thought ahead to his casual greeting and enquiry after how her work had gone - and to his total oblivion to her having sex there with their young neighbour.
As soon as she pushed her chair back she saw Thomas look up eagerly. She beamed. Thomas' pulse quickened in anticipation as soon as he saw her stand up, and when she walked over to where he was sitting, he felt the start of an erection.
She stooped and put her finger under his chin, raising it a little, then kissed him on them mouth.
"All done now, love. And you know what that means, don't you?"
Thomas nodded in response. She placed her hand on his shoulder and gazed at the landscape photograph he had on screen. They spent a few minutes chatting about it. She complimented him and asked how he had edited it. Thomas was reluctant to reply, conscious that he easily got carried away when speaking about such things, but he managed to do so concisely and, he trusted, without boring her.
To his delight she kissed him again, warmly and affectionately.
"I'm amazed at your skill and your patience, Thomas, and I'd love to see more of your pictures some time. But not now..."
She rested her hand on his thigh and squeezed it, then she slid it to his crotch. Through his trousers she gave his balls a gentle squeeze.
"Right now, 'Fanny' is hungry. And she wants to feast on something big...and thick... and hard... that will truly fill her up..."
Thomas smiled at the outdated term she used, and at her double-entendre. At each pause she gave his rising erection a squeeze. Thomas groaned, and reached up and caressed her breast through her soft, warm blouse.
To his disappointment, though, she stepped back.
"First though, I'm going to get changed. Then, when the phone on your desk rings, please answer it. It will be me, your 'boss'. It will be a summons to my office -- and I think you know where THAT is by now!"
Although she was smiling saucily, Thomas noticed an eager intensity in her eyes. He gazed at her backside as she turned and walked back to her own desk. He was slightly intrigued to see her pick up her handbag and shopping bag. She walked past his desk and stopped briefly.
"I won't be too long, love. But you must wait for the call!"
He watched her skirt flick alluringly against the backs of her slender legs as she left the room.
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Diana headed for the ladies' toilets and got changed. She checked her appearance in the large mirror over the old-fashioned washbasins and applied some more makeup. She grinned at her reflection, and headed back to her boss's office, where she and Thomas had consummated their passion a little earlier.
She had placed an empty lever arch ring-binder on the desk and, despite her guilty feelings, she placed inside it the little cassette recorder on which she had secretly recorded her first sexual encounter with Thomas. She positioned the microphone against the finger hole in the spine of the binder and checked that it would not be noticeable. Later she would enjoy tranferring the recording to her home computer and editing it with the software she had recently purchased with this in mind.
She would also enjoy listening to it, of course. It would be a permanent reminder of Thomas' desire for her and of their time together. It would also be a lewd accompaniment to her self-pleasuring.
She reached for the telephone but stopped herself. She decided to keep him waiting a few more minutes. It would feed his adrenaline -- and his testosterone, too.
She switched on the record button of the cassette recorder just after she rang him. _____________________________
He was on tenterhooks, almost to the point of being annoyed, and wondered what could be taking her so long, when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Thomas. Please come to my office. Now." Her voice was rather stern. It sent a quiver of excitement along his spine.
"Er, yes, Mrs Barrett."
He got out of his chair and made his way to the familiar door. He knocked timidly, then stepped inside. After all, she had explained before their rendezvous something of what she had in mind. For now she was the boss and he the wayward junior employee.
Nevertheless her appearance took him by surprise. She usually wore minimal makeup, and although she had not exactly plastered herself with it, she had applied considerably more than usual. Her lips were glossed red, and her eyelashes bore more mascara than usual. She had also put some blusher on her cheeks, and was wearing large hooped earrings instead of her normal small stud types. Her nails were painted bright red.
The overall impression was slightly overdone without quite looking tarty, which was exactly the effect she had been hoping to achieve. In addition she was wearing a pair of reading glasses, perched half way down her nose. She looked over them at him as he entered the office. When he closed the door she gestured to the chair facing her desk, and he sat down.
She looked down at the contents of a cardboard folder but said nothing. Her heart was beating fast with excitement. He looked at her face and at her breasts. She was wearing a silky white blouse and was evidently not wearing a bra. The shape of her modest, semi-firm but slightly sagging breasts was very obvious under the shimmering satin. The top buttons were open and he could see the top of her shallow cleft. She forced a glare at him.
