From: afgun@engin.umich.edu (Andrew F. Gunnesch)
Subject: Anonymous story: vignette - annual review
Keywords: anonymous vignette
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Two minutes to go, and I'm still not at work...I'm gonna get canned. Hurry up! Made it! And I didn't get seen...everything's O.K. Get to work now, before anyone suspects anything. <BEEP>
"Luke, can you come in here a minute? It's time for your review."<BEEP> Now what? Can't be anything I've done. I wasn't THAT late...
The door opens, and I walk into your office, and sit in front of your desk. You seem busy, finishing a note or something. You do look good in a pink blouse and blue blazer, however, and just a touch of jewelry. "I'll be right with you," you say. "Have a seat." I sit, trying to adjust and be discreet. You have always had that effect on me. A faint aroma fills the room...White linen? Can't place it. Pen down. Hands in lap. Nice bosom.
"Well, Joey, you've been in our department for 6 weeks now. How do
you like it so far?" Those eyes. Even through the glasses, they
look right through me. Getting uncomfortable to sit.
"Not too bad so far. Executive assistant to the Manager. Good pay.
Not too far to commute. I like it. Hope I'm doing a good job."
"Very good job. You have done your job with zeal and the proper
decorum. I'm very impressed. You have all the things we need to do
the job." Wonder what that means...
"Just trying to do my best."
"That reminds me, Joey...I've noticed that we work well together.
Sometimes you get so focused on your work that you don't notice the
other things around you...your co-workers, your boss...especially
your boss. I've been looking at you for some time, and you haven't
noticed. Is there some problem?"
Those eyes again. The moist lips too. What a
picture. If only she knew how many times I've played
with myself with her as the main event...to kiss those
lips...to touch that soft skin...I could only guess the
rest...
"No, Ms. Auglaize, no real problem. I just thought that,
since we are working together, and you ARE my boss, I assumed
that any, uh, fun things wouldn't happen. I wouldn't want to
jeopardize you or me."
"Well, that's noble of you. It's nice to know you're thinking
instead of reacting. Maybe it's time I clear the air with you. I've
been making passes at you for about two weeks now. I'm strongly
attracted to you, and would like to get to know you very well. You,
however, have been too shy to notice. If you want to keep this job,
perhaps you'd better pay better attention...Do you know what I'm
doing now?"
Man, it's getting tense in here. Wonder what she's
doing? Mentally undressing me? Thinking of severance
pay? Moving me to another area? Wonder if I should play
it cool, or be abrupt. Best be cool. "No, Ms. Auglaize.
I have no idea."
"I'm thinking of you naked in front of me. I'm thinking of your
hands running all over my body. I'm thinking how good you'll taste in
my mouth. I'm getting wet just thinking about how good you'll be in
bed. I've been playing with myself in this office knowing you're right
down the hall. Have you been thinking of me this way?"
Now I notice the scent. It's musky, and just slightly
salty. She must have been amusing herself for some time.
Wonder what her hands are doing in her lap. Wish my head
was there..."Well, Ms. Auglaize..."
"Audrey, please."
"Audrey...perhaps I've been admiring you from a distance. You do look
very attractive today."
"Quit with the Leave It To Beaver act, please. Just so you know, I
have two fingers in already, and I'm very wet and soft for you. If you
want me, you'll have to take me here. And now. Or we can terminate your
position here and now. What's it gonna be?"
Wow. All this time, I had no idea she wanted me THAT
bad. She's getting herself off, and I haven't done
nothing. She keeps licking her lips. She's breathing
harder, too. Better not press it. I WANT to press it.
I bet those boobs would be fun to suck on. Wonder if her
nipples are firming up at all...God, I'm hard. Wonder if
she saw that when I walked in..."Uh, O.K., Ms...Audrey.
What do we do? I mean, what's allowed?"
"Anything goes. Just let me take the lead, O.K.? For starters,
how 'bout moving over to my side of the desk? I want to get a good
look at you. Good. Come over here. Bring the side chair up, and sit
right next to me. You need to get a good look."
Oh yeah. I forgot you were wearing the skirt, too.
That explains why you wear knee socks all the time. The
view IS lovely. Legs spread, knees out, and two hands
massaging a lightly furred bush. Your nipples are
definitely up now. Looks like a strain on your bra to
keep them in. Panties around the ankles, too. How long
has THIS been going on? Now you're leaning back in the
chair, facing me, slowly rubbing up and down, looking
right at me, watching the look on my face. You're looking
rather sultry, and tongue goes to lips to wet them. Nice
tingue. Love to suck on that, too. Of their own, my hands
drift to my crotch to readjust the bulge formed beneath. I
stare at your hands, rubbing the mound, then the lips, then
poke inside, then wet fingers come out to make another lap.
"Do you like what you see?"
I'd love to lap the juices, too. My eyes move up to
yours, and my face gets real close to yours. I smell the
want in your breath, as it is rather ragged by now. Lips
parted, mouth open and ready for a lingual assault. I
press my lips to yours...soft warm lips and an active
tongue. I'd love to feel that mouth around my shaft.
Maybe I will.... GOOD kiss...
Boy. What a soft tongue. And wet. And just a tinge of ketchup. Fries for lunch? Better kiss her again, gentler this time. More lips, less tongue. Play hard to get. Ooof. Must be your hand on my crotch. I pull back. You draw me forward, led by the waist. Stroke, stroke, tickle. This lady's good. Nimble fingers. I'm gonna come soon if she keeps this up. Apparently you sense this from my thrusting hips, and slow down. Now both your hands are busy with belt and zipper, to see the main event. My hands are busy, too, loosening the blouse (very sheer) to see a lacy bra filled to overflowing with creamy breasts. Deep cleavage, too. I want to plant my meat between them and rub back and forth. Maybe my chance will come later, if I don't come now. You seem intent on examining me with a blindman's fingers, learning every vein and texture. Did you notice I trimmed? Makes the package look bigger. Two balls cupped by your palms. Are you testing the weight?
A knock at the door. "Quick, under the desk," you say. I crawl under, trying to get small in every way. Old lady Swithens comes in, then stops. I can almost see the look on her face: your flushed face, blouse undone, smell of excitement. You mumble some excuse about aerobic isometrics (!) and needing to change into some more appropriate clothes. All the while, I am inches away from your sex. It looks good enough to lick, so I do. Sorry to make you jump. I lick again, more slowly, then a trill on the mound and nub. Your legs get wider. Will she never leave? I hear her mention something about having rooms for changing, then the click of shoes as she hits the door. Coast is clear? Your two hands grab my head and bring it to your nether lips. I AM a little thirsty, so I drink my fill. The heady odor fills the close area, and your thighs start to quiver. You are enjoying this too much. While I lick, I caress myself, slowly at first. Your hands let me go. Wonder what they're doing? I push back your chair to get some air, and your hands are busy with very erect nipples, your head back, mouth open, eyes closed, focused on the sweet pleasure coursing through. I know I'm ready to shoot, and can sense you are near the edge, too. I trail my tongue up your belly, stopping at the bra to suck your nipples through the bra. Your hands show me where to go and how hard to suck. My hard-on beats against your thigh with every heartbeat. You pull a lever on the chair, and the back drops to near vertical. Grasping me with both hands, you place me at the entrance and beckon me in with your feet on my hips. I am only too eager to comply. Still sucking any breast I can find, I slowly work myself into you. Wet heat. You'll come soon at this rate. So will I. Sliding in and out, feeling the tiniest ridges of your walls, even a sucking of your sex, pulling me in deeper. The noise of sex mixes with moans from me, and deep breathing from you. Almost there. Your hands roam all over my back and rear, pushing me near the edge. I can wait no longer. "Wait." It's the first words you've spoken in 30 minutes, and I am startled by the deepness of your voice, heavy with lust. I think of something to drive my mind from the edge. It's a losing battle; you're bucking like a bronco. "You need to get on top," I suggest. My dick comes out with a pop, and the air is cold. Quickly we re-arrange, me lying back, you finding me with one hand and sliding in to the hilt. "Much better.....much deeper," you sigh. Better for me, too. There is liquid all over your hips, and now there's plenty on me already. I reach up to tweak earlobes and neck and cheeks and nipples and anything else I can touch. Man, if I don't shoot soon...My hands now race all over your skin, under your skirt, cupping your rear, scratching your thighs, now your calves, then back up to rub your mound. Head back, you look like you're in the home stretch. "Now? PLEASE?" I ask. "Now, dear. Fill me to the brim. Come, baby, come hard..." I take your words to heart (and hips) and push up with all I have. You pin me down with your mound, loving the squeeze on your clit. I suck in one huge breath, and pulse my semen into you, 7, 8, 9 good spurts, then little ones. A whimper from you, and your sex closes on me, pumping all life from the hardness inside you. I tweak your nipples one last time as you come down from the height of climax, shuddering and dropping onto my chest. Goosebumps. Now where have I seen those before? The warmth seeps back into your skin as I slowly caress your back and thighs. Little murmurs of satisfaction and small kisses of appreciation fly from your lips. My hips are soaked with our juices.
"Well," I rumble, "how'd I do on the review?" as we reassemble our clothing. I bid good-bye to the righteous bosom I feasted on, the fragrant flower of your sex, still red with pleasure.
"I think there's some good things you have going for you. But, you'd better stick close to me. I can do things for you...."
Don't I know it.
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