I had been working as at a local law firm in my home town for four years before I got the attention of the main office, it turned out one of the higher-ups had been searching for a new manager to promote, and I more than met the requirements; one month later I arrived in New York to take up my new position.
I had lined up a possible apartment I could live in, the rent was cheap because there was supposedly a ghost haunting the place. The last few people to stay there had reported strange sounds and many sleepless nights, and all of the men who stayed had left after their wives, girlfriends and daughters had become isolated and unfriendly toward them. I didn't believe in ghosts, and the place was gorgeous, so I decided to move in that very day.
After I had finished moving all of my furniture to the new place, I decided to have a closer look at the spare bedroom, as in all the hustle and bustle I hadn't got a chance to check out what the last tenant had apparently left behind. Inside were a few boxes of old winter clothing and a pile of moldy books, but most interesting was an old painting covered by a dirty sheet lying against the wall. I lifted the sheet to get a look then upon seeing it promptly held my breath in shock.
The painting depicted an older woman lying back on a large bed with what looked like another woman underneath her flowing dress. I had been raised in a strict catholic upbringing and although I was no angel I had never seen art anything like this before. The work was signed with the name Jessica Balee, and I didn't recall the manager mentioning anyone by that name (not that he mentioned many other names either) so I was clueless to what this was doing here.
Before I could spend too much time examining the painting my mobile phone began to vibrate, so I rushed back into the living room leaving the door ajar.
"Hey Maria" said the voice on the phone "It's me, Paul"
Paul was the boyfriend I had to leave back in town when I moved out. He didn't like the idea of a long distance relationship, but I couldn't pass up the position I was offered.
"Hey Paul, glad to hear from you"
"I miss you bad. So hows the new place?" inquired Paul
"It's fine" I answered "The view is amazing, and I didn't even have to bring a sofa or bed, they were already provided"
"That's nice" Paul then lowered his voice and said "so... what are you wearing?"
"Sorry, I'm not in the mood right now, I'm pretty tired after the long trip"
"I suppose that's cool, I guess I could let you sleep" he said, clearly disappointed "I'll try and call you again tomorrow after work"
"Try? Paul!"
"Sorry, I meant I definitely will. Hear from you tomorrow babe"
I disconnected and threw the phone onto the nearby coffee table, a little annoyed by him calling me 'babe'. I decided to hope into the shower for a quick wash to help keep my mind at ease. After the shower the apartment was a little cold, so I slipped into my little black negligee and curled up beneath the thick covers of my bed for a well deserved rest.
Just after midnight (according to my alarm clock) I found myself awake once more with no idea why. The room was even colder than when I dozed off, but my sheets and such should have negated that; however it appeared that the covers had slipped down to below my bust line, leaving the top half of me exposed to the elements.
I groggily pulled them back up to my neck and was just drifting off once more when I felt the sheets begin to slide over my body towards the bottom of the bed. I far was too scared to move or make a sound so I just lay there while the covers collapsed off the end of the bed, leaving me shivering in my sheer sleep-ware. Then things got even stranger as my negligee slid up until it was bunched around my breasts.
"What the fuck...?" I began when I felt what was obviously a soft pair of lips kissing my feet, scaring me but secretly turning me on just a little. I looked as hard as I could but there was clearly no-one there. As I lay wondering what was happening to me, the lips continued kissing, but slowly began to move up along my legs until they were working on the inside of my thighs.
The kisses stopped momentarily, then my underwear moved down my legs until they were wrapped around my feet. At this point I was pretty turned on, as evidenced by my rock hard nipples (though the cold helped with that a little). I was about to reach over and tease one when the kisses started up again, and after a few seconds the unknown lips were on my pussy. My soft pink lips parted slightly as a tongue came out and started to massage me down below.
"Oh... oh wow" I moaned out loud.
The talented tongue worked on my pussy lips for a few wonderful minutes then, to my disappointment, the pleasure cut off. I was just considering begging for more when I felt hot breath directly on my clitoris, followed shortly by an intense suckling sensation there. In no time at all I was moaning and writhing around on my silk sheet while my nails dug into the top of the mattress. The pleasure was overwhelming me and after what felt like mere seconds I had the most powerful climax of my life.
I used my willpower to keep myself awake as the pleasure slowly oozed away, but whomever had pleasured me was apparently done so I drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep.
I awoke at eight the next morning to the annoying sound of my alarm clock going off. Normally I would have woken up at least an hour before that, but that morning I was feeling physically drained, just after the nights I stayed up until late having sex. I knew that wasn't what had happened because my boyfriend was several states away, but I still couldn't clearly remember what had happened last night.
Unluckily for me I didn't have time to lay around and ponder this or I would be have been late to my first day at my new job, so I assumed It had just been a restless night and possibly a very erotic dream. I dragged myself out of bed and stripped off to hop into a nice warm shower for a quick wash.
As I was soaping up my breasts I began to recollect some of the previous nights event (in particular the expert cunnilingus session) so I decided that it had obviously been a wonderful dream, and I wasn't particularly afraid. I was however very turned on. I spent a lot longer than usual working on my breasts, the nipples in particular, and by the time I got to my cute little belly button I was soaking wet in more ways than one.
I admit freely that all thought of getting to work on time was abandoned the moment my fingers met my pussy lips, and I spend a good long time massaging myself and softly flicking at my clitoris. I must have had at least five shuddering orgasms while enjoying myself in the shower, and in retrospect it was pretty surprising that my neighbours weren't alarmed by all of my passionate screams. By the time I did get out of the shower my legs were shaking and my knees were weak, but I was so satisfied I didn't even particularly notice or care.
I took the train rather than a taxi to get to my office, and although I was almost late due to my shower playtime, no-one noticed anything strange. As I was new to my fellow employees I had dressed conservatively, the top of my breasts were barely visible, but the bottom of the work dress reached almost to the floor. This didn't stop me from wearing a pair of sheer lace panties and a very alluring bra however, as I wanted to feel at least a little sexy.
After a few minutes of introductions hours of mind-numbing busywork, just before lunch I received a notice from my secretary informing me that one of my underlings had arrived over an hour late this morning and that as her new boss I would have to make a show of disciplining this woman. I gave my secretary her orders and ten minutes after lunch had finished I received a second notice from my secretary, followed by a timid knock on my office door.
"Come in and take a seat Miss Marley" I called out to my unlucky visitor.
The door opened and a cute redheaded girl no older that nineteen entered with her eyes firmly on the floor. She was wearing a tight red dress with a hemline just barely keeping her panties from view, and the top so low cut that the edge of her areolae were just barely showing. As per my request she took a seat just in front of my desk, while I myself stayed seated firmly in my own.
"Do you know why you are here?" I asked her softly. The young girl, silently nodded, so I continued.
"I'm new here, Kairi, but I've been informed that up until today you have been a model employee..."
She was listening, but I noticed that her legs were crossed tightly and were vibrating slightly, she also seemed to be having trouble controlling her breathing. I automatically assumed that she was very nervous to be in this position, and this made me feel terrible having to hound her any further. I decided I wouldn't be able to face her in this condition, so I rose from my desk and walked over to look out of the window while I continued.
"I don't want you to be too worried. So I won't embellish on the official word..." I could hear her now, and it sounded like she was either whimpering or moaning quietly, and I wouldn't take much of that. I quickly opened my mouth to speak again, when I felt a sudden downward tug on my panties. Surprised, I stole a glance over my shoulder, but little Kairi was still in her chair, now looking very uncomfortable indeed, so I dismissed it as my imagination.
"Company policy states..." I began, when all of a sudden my underwear was savagely pulled all the way to the floor. I was so shocked that I froze for a full second, then continued standing there while I decided what I would have do. Luckily my legs and feet were still hidden by the desk, so in one swift movement I stepped away from my panties and sat back down. I understood that things could probably only get worse with Kairi around, so I needed to get her out of there, and quick!