Imane Garland stood flabbergasted and stared at the intern. She was having a hard time processing his absurd request. He wasn't serious, was he? No, he couldn't be serious. This had to be a joke, otherwise she might consider threatening him with a trip to Human Resources. But as she searched his face for any sign that he was joking, she didn't see an ounce of humor.
She'd called him into her office meaning to discuss his performance review. But, as usual, they fell into playful banter which quickly devolved into flirting. She thought it was just empty fun, but then he'd thrown a curve ball, that both surprised and aroused her.
"You want to see my ass?" She repeated his request back in a dazed disbelief, and followed it up with a dry sarcastic, "Really?" Sam nodded and let his grin deepen into something mischievous. She saw the arrogance of youth in him, but that wasn't all. There was spit and vinegar too, a solid work ethic she didn't always see in interns, and a gumption for teamwork. Plus, he was a flirt, which Mrs. Garland always enjoyed.
He hadn't been here long, maybe two to three months, but everyone spoke highly of him. Naturally, as a section leader, Mrs. Garland was curious to see what all the fuss was about. He was certainly a hit with the ladies from engineering, but those floozies liked to eye-fucked almost any guy that strolled through. She ought to know, it was where she cut her teeth so many years ago.
Mrs. Garland was far from an old maid. Spin classes and yoga did wonders for her figure, but she never imagined catching the eye of a man so much younger than her. She never imagined she'd like it as much as she did, and she never imagined she would let it go any further than flirting.
"I don't know," Mrs. Garland mumbled before turning from him, not wanting to show him any trace of excitement. "I'll think about it."
"It would really boost my morale," he said, explaining to her back.
She had an idea where he was looking. Mrs. Garland allowed Sam a moment before turning back to him. "Yeah? And what about my morale?"
"W-Well," he sounded momentarily off balance. He sat up a little straighter in his chair before clearing his throat and asking in a more confident tone, "What can I do for you?" He'd pivoted from making a request to a negotiation. Smart, but now he'd stumbled into a discipline she knew all too well. Poor kid. He never had a chance.
"What are you willing to do?" Mrs. Garland came from around her desk and stood in front of this dippy young man who was brazen enough to flirt with her as if she were a woman half her age. She crossed her arms in that haughty way that said that the game was over, and he'd lost.
"Everyone's been banging on about how you're such a great worker." She sucked her teeth once, then shook her head. "I just don't see it. What are you willing to do?" She canted her legs open just a little, loving how his eyes widened as she did so. "What are you willing to give?" She spread her legs further, letting her dress ride up her hips just enough so that he could see her panties.
Mrs. Garland beckoned to him with a finger, and Sam slipped out of his chair and went to his knees, all while keeping his eyes on hers. She'd watched that delicious mouth of his and wondered what else it could do besides flap its lips. It was time to find out if Sam was the team player everyone said he was.
She reached down, meaning to pull off her panties, but then thought better of it. Isn't that what they have interns for; to do the tedious work? She leaned back and gestured down, and Sam seemed to understand. He reached under her skirt, feeling for the elastic band of her panties, before tugging them down.
His touch was warm. Imane couldn't remember the last time she felt someone other than her husband touch her there. Too bad this was a heat-of-the-moment thing. Had she anticipated this, maybe Mrs. Garland might've worn something a little sexier than plain cotton panties.
She watched as the intern drew her panties down her legs before she stepped out of them. Then, Sam leaned in and proved to Mrs. Garland that his real talent was his oral skills.
"You taste fucking exquisite." He said before working his tongue up the length of her pussy. He paused, adding pressure for a moment before flicking it up over Mrs. Garland's clit. The sensation ran the length of her body like a current, and she gasped.
"No one has ever used that word to describe me before."
"What?" he paused and gave her a playful look. "Fucking? It's pretty normal to say these days."
Imane let out a mincing laugh and forced his head back down. "No, exquisite, you fool." She leaned back on her desk, bunched her skirt up around her waist, and threw a leg up on his shoulder. Sam feasted on her. He spread her pussy open with his fingers and licked the length of her. She moaned as the soft tip of his tongue lapped up her juices, and when Sam began licking her clit, she melted a little. She was just thinking that she could get used to this when the moment was pierced by the ringtone of her office phone.
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Mrs. Garland sighed. Sam lifted his head, probably meaning to ask if she needed to answer that, but she forced him back down again. "That doesn't me you stop," she told him before answering her phone.
"This is Mrs. Garland."
"Imane?" Templeton's nasally voice called back. She bit back a sigh. He was the head of the engineering section and a great asset in his field. However, he often had a hard time leading his team. Templeton wasn't a bad person, just a bit old and out of touch, and sometimes his self-importance rubbed people the wrong way, especially Mrs. Garland. "Good! I was going to leave you a message, but since you're still in your office-"
"I'm just on my way out," she said, curtly.
"Don't worry, this won't take long." With that, Templeton hung up.
"Shit," Mrs. Garland groaned in frustration. Had he called just ten minutes later, she probably would have climaxed and sent Sam on his way. Now what was she supposed to do?
She only had a moment before Templeton arrived, but with a bit of quick thinking, she came up with a plan. Risqué, sure, but a plan, nonetheless. Mrs. Garland ushered Sam around her desk. She told him to, "Get down and stay down," and he went, but not without giving her another curious look.
He stuffed himself into the kneehole, and she could see the obvious discomfort on his face. Mrs. Garland opened her mouth to offer some sort of explanation, but before she could utter a word, there was a knock on her door. Templeton came in without waiting for a response, much to Mrs. Garland's annoyance. She scooted into her seat, ignoring how her knees knocked into the young Sam below.
"Whatever this is about," she started folding her hands up on her desk and leaning forward. "I'm sure it can wait until tomorrow."
"I'm sorry Imane, but I wanted to share a rumor."
"A rumor?" she sat back in her chair, ignoring Sam's palms and smoothing her thighs open. "Is that why you burst into my office, over a rumor?"
Templeton sighed. "I'm sorry, it's just that the new intern has disrupted things in my department."
Below the desk, out of sight of the older engineer, Sam slid a finger into Mrs. Garland. Her lips parted involuntarily, and she thought "Damn, how big are his fingers?" To Templeton, it must have looked as if doubt crossed her mind. He raised his hands, clutching an unopened water bottle like an old man clutching a cane. "Oh, he's doing alright, I suppose."
