Back in the boss' office,
"Whenever you're ready for me, ma'am," I told Katie with a slightly mischievous grin but in my most polite tone and left the office.
I could feel some of the guys staring, as if waiting for an explanation. Stan, of course, couldn't resist and inquired as to the matter that was discussed.
I shrugged and told him, in a most casual tone, "Oh boss wants me to show his daughter how things get done here." I could tell he was holding back a lot of his own excitement, even volunteered to assist in case I needed it.
Lunchtime came, I thought to just rush up on the work so I could have more time for Katie, when she came around to seeing me, that is. The sandwich lady had left me a Turkey on rye by mistake, which now proved helpful since I didn't want to waste time leaving my desk.
A knock on the glass, I looked up. Katie's figure half-filled the doorframe, still like a glowing image of sexiness that any man would just want to throw down and fuck like mad.
"Have you finished your lunch?" she asked.
"Pretty much," I replied, pointing to the empty sandwich box beside me. "You?"
"I'm not really hungry," she answered.
"Come on in," I stood up, pointing to a chair nearby. "Ready for... whatever I come up with to teach you?" I smile at her shyly. That definitely came out wrong, I thought.
She shrugged and looked around the enclosed space. "My dad thinks I should start at the very bottom," she answered, her curious eyes looking around the room.
That definitely came out wrong too, I grinned at myself, imagining her on her knees from his feet moving up between...
"He wants me to organize the filing room, read up on old files, study old designs," her voice popping the erotic bubble in my head.
"Oh!" I managed to say, swallowing hard. "Well then, to the little filing room for you, luv." I waited for her to walk ahead and followed her out, leading her to another floor, more secluded and slightly dimmer and older than the interior of the main floor.
"Apologies for the dust," I said as I opened the door, "nobody likes to do the organizing work."
She grinned at me and stepped in. It wasn't a big room, but it was loaded with tons of documents and folders and god-knows-what. I looked at her and saw the worry on her face.
"Are you okay?" I asked her, a bit of concern.
"He can't really expect me to sort this place out!"
I looked around. It was definitely more than just a clutter, it was a mess, a waste to her chic and sexy attire and the heels, fated only to paper-cuts and dust. "I could help you a bit, if you'd like," I told her.
She looked at me, partly surprised, and partly happy, "really?"
I smiled, "at the end of the workday. Can't be doing all the heavy lifting for you now."
As I turned to leave, I noticed her smile had disappeared.
That entire afternoon was just as much a struggle. I couldn't stop thinking about her, alone, bending over to pick stuff up of the floor, that her ass would be up in the air, reaching up for more files that her skirt would ride up her ass...
A quarter before 5, I decided to leave my desk and see how she was getting along. I had tried immensely to distract my thoughts just to keep my cock from bulging out in anticipation. I peered inside and she as sitting on a chair looking at a file, her hair was tied up now, a pencil in her hand, her blouse tucked out of her skirt, the top button had slightly come undone that I could see the thin dark lace peering out. I wanted to just grab her by the hair and make her suck me.
She looked up, innocently surprised at my presence. "Did you need something?"
I smiled and closed the door behind me, "I was just checking up on you, see how you were handling things," a bit of a naughty smile on my face.
She looked at me with uncertainty and stood up. I walked towards her, she started backing away as I was getting closer.
"You remember me, don't you?" I asked her.
She swallowed hard but didn't answer.
I started undoing the buttons on my shirt.
As soon as I got to about an inch away from her, she made a move that I thought meant she tried to get away. I pushed her back against the wall, holding her hands on either of her face. I stared hard into her eyes, "Do you remember me?"
She whispered, "Yes"
I smiled and forced her legs apart with my feet. I could feel her breathing getting heavy, her chest was heaving. I kissed her lips, gently but the taste of her made them into hungry, craving kisses. I was definitely hard now, and I wanted her to know, as I pushed my crotched against her. "Did you like what we did that night?" I asked between breaths.
I held both her hands up with one hand, undoing her blouse with the other, revealing the lace that covered her full mounds. My finger just lightly grazing at her hard nipples, she shuddered and I knew my answer. I released her hands wondering what she would do as I moved down to her chest, my mouth sucking on one nipple through the lace, the other hand pulling down on her other breast, pulling the lace up down to free it from its restraints. It drover her mad, I soon felt her hand at the back of my head, her hips grinding against the hardness in my pants.
I pulled one leg up, folding it by the knee, grinding my hard bulge against her. My teeth nibbled and teased her nipple, she whimpered sexily, her fingers clutching at my hair.
Her skirt had ridden up her waist, I slid my fingers between her legs, she was out of breath but I could sense some reluctance as her hand held my hand back. I stopped and stared at her, her cheeks were pink and flushed, her chest was heaving, her lips were quivering, I wanted to take her so bad, I unbuttoned my pants, trying get some relief. At this time, both of her breasts were hanging out of her bra. I leaned back towards them, pinching and squeezing them, running my tongue around the hard nub. They were obviously very sensitive to her, the pitches of her cries increased every time my teeth closed down on them.
The second time my hand slid down between her legs, there was no resistance. She was so wet, her panties were soaked. I knelt down and hooked my finger on the fabric, pushing it to one side, I could smell the sweetness of her arousal, see the glistening of her bare pussy. I leaned closer, taking in her scent. A quick glance up at her as I was about an inch away, she was looking down at me, slightly nervous, slightly anxious as well, I think.
I ran my tongue against her slit. She cried out in such a sexy, ecstatic tone, I thought she would cum right there. I went easy on her at first, light gliding of my tongue, slow, loose sucks on her clit, never hard pressure that I was so sure she had craved but wouldn't ask for.
