Nightly conference calls [MF]

This story happened somewhat of a year ago – it is a little bit longer (roughly three pages – the fun starts at the hashtags). I’m not a native English speaker, so I am happy about any comments.

Back then, I was a senior associate in a management consulting company. The kind of company, where everything was just second to none. The people, the offices, the hotels, the travel, the invoices sent to clients etc. I don’t try to brag, I just want to give you the feeling what it was back then. The company advised mostly in the sphere of mergers and acquisition (so if you read American Psycho, you get a hint of the typical character of my colleagues). We worked long hours, mostly leaving the office past midnight and start again the next day around eight. Most of my peers were around 25, some younger, some older, I was 25 back then. We all had an excellent education, expensive clothes and were mainly driven by our career and the money we earned.

Almost always the atmosphere of professionalism prevailed. We had a strict and discipline way of working together. Even when Luisa started working with us, this didn’t change. Back then, she was 24 years old, just graduated from a top-of-the-line business school and came here to make a career in M&A.

When Luisa first was introduced to me, I really didn’t think much of her. The same blue pantsuit most of the girls in the office used to wear, black high heels, somewhat on the smaller side, her breasts barely noticeable behind the jacket, the blond hair neatly tied back. Her handshake was firm, cold and professional. The first three months, we really didn’t see much of each other and I, due to my recent breakup, had my mind somewhere else. This all started to change when we were assigned on the same client. We now worked closely together, elaborated on valuations and countless documents, spend hours in conference calls and got our periodical kick in the butt by our senior partners. At another numbing late-night session on a presentation, I first noticed her checking me out. I was not entirely sure what to make of it. This never happened to me before in the office.

The next night, long after we left the office and I was already at home in bed, I received the first text from her – some Idea for the next presentation. I answered, and her immediate reply was: “Good night and sweet dreams, hope it’s not of us working ;)”. I wasn’t really sure what to make of it and didn’t reply. The following night, after we had left the office, she texted me again – almost the same. First an idea about a presentation and then the goodnight wishes. This time I replied and whished her a good night as well and wrote, I never would dream about us – working. This went on for another week and we grew a little bit closer. We texted quite a bit after leaving the office and the texts grew more and more casual. At some point, she even hinted that she hasn’t got time for anything else besides work where I was a little bit more suggestive and proposed that if she needed help with anything, she just need to say so.

So far, we hadn’t really made any physical contact or texted anything explicit. I wasn’t entirely sure where we went. Although she was now advising on corporate takeovers, she seemed kind of inexperienced and innocent. It could be that she just needed a friend in the office or it could be something more. I supposed more the first than the latter, but alas I was deeply wrong.

Our first physical contact was in small telephone booth. Our company had a pair of these at the end of every hallway so that you could do long conference calls without disturbing the other employees. They were made of expensive wood, had a small desk and a conference phone and one or two chairs next to each other. A small tinted window was in the door so that you could only see if they are occupied or not, but not who was in there. We had a long, tedious call starting at 11 pm in the night with the client. It was determined to last two hours, so we had some time to spent in there. I took my notebook and went first in the booth, she joined my shortly after. I immediately noticed her sweet smell – she must have just put some perfume on prior joining me in the room (it was “Flowerbomb” by Viktor and Rolf – I’d like to think that you don’t do this if you don’t have anything in your mind …).

The room was small, but you could easily sit there with two people without touching each other. She put her notebook down and immediately leaned to me. The call started, we just had to listen, take occasional notes and seldom answered a question regarding some unimportant detail. The call went on and she leaned more and more to me. At some point, her head rested on my shoulder, she looked up and I was pretty sure, she thought about kissing me. At least I did. But nothing happened. We finished the conference call, send some emails and went home shortly after. No texts were exchanged that night.

For the next three nights, we had the same routine waiting for us, a two-hour conference call starting at 11pm. This night, I was in our small room again first, she came second. She definitely had put on some perfume. She wore her usual outfit, skinny dark blue pants and a white shirt. Immediately after she sat down, she leaned to me, but this time, I saw that her blouse seemed to be opened on button more than usual – I could see directly into her white bra and when she moved, I could see her small dark nipples. She rested most of the time leaned against me, except when she spoke, then she slightly shifted forward and put her hand on my leg to support herself. When she moved back, she slowly moved her hand towards my crotch, but took it away before touching anything relevant. She leaned back to me and at some point, when I glanced into her blouse to see her nipples, she turned her head and looked directly into my eyes and smirked. At that time, my member was semi-hard and I am pretty sure she noticed it too. After we finished our call, we hugged each other for the first time and left for the night. Half an hour later, she texted me just two words: “good call?”. I responded innocuously, to that she replied that she hoped that I liked it, the way it went, of course. It replied that I am sure tomorrow will be even better and whished her a good night.

The day was somewhat torn between reviewing presentations and meetings, and the setting at 11 PM for our conference call was as usual. I entered our small booth first, she came some minutes after me, again with freshly put on perfume. This time she wore the blue skirt of a costume, of course with stockings as per company rules and again a white dress shirt. This time I compared the number of closed buttons from seeing her this morning and now and she had not only opened one but two.

Again, immediately after she sat down, she leaned into me and I got a good look at her black bra and when she moved, the nipples of her breasts. The call went on, and it seemed more dull than usual, but I didn’t really care because I got Luisa next to me. She moved closer to me and put her left hand first on my arm, said something about the person on the phone talking and then moved her hand nonchalant to my right leg, not far away from my crotch. I really enjoyed it – you could see it in my dark blue pants – and thought I can do the same. So I touched her arm with my hand, whispered, albeit being on mute, something in her ear, and let my hand came to rest on her leg. When I put my hand down, she immediately shifted her body a little. Glancing down at my hand , I saw that her skirt had moved up a little bit and she didn’t wear stockings as I supposed, but thigh highs. My dick filled more and more with blood. I moved my hand a little bit upwards, her legs opened slightly and she put one of her feet over mine under the table – all while keep a straight face. Her hand started moving upwards on my leg and slowly came closer to my hardened dick. I did the same and was already just short of the end of her thigh highs. At this point, I didn’t listen anymore to the ongoing call – luckily she did, because one of the participants asked us a question. She unmuted us, started speaking and – simultaneously started massaging my hard member through my pants. This took me so much by surprise that I started to cough and excused myself. She finished the answer, put us on mute again and whispered to me “did you swallow something wrong?”, all while continuing rubbing myself through my pants. I politely answered no and moved by hand further upwards until I felt her silky panties, which were already quite damp.

Another question came up, she put us out of mute and started answering. This time I suddenly started massaging her through her panties. And although she remained pretty calm and cool, she had to make a little pause in the sentence when I put a little pressure on her clit through the wet tissue. She unmuted us and I immediately whispered to her if there was something wrong with her. She declined and started stroking me even harder through my pants.

Although we were alone in the telephone booth, there were still, even at this time, quite a few people in the office. Would somebody have yanked open the door, I am not sure what kind of picture he would have got. We continued to massage each other, our faces just an inch apart from each other. As we were almost kissing, another question was directed at us. Since it was my area of experience, I had to answer it. As I straightened myself on the chair and grabbed the telephone to unmute it, she opened my zipper. I started speaking, whereas she put her hand directly into my pants, got a hold of my dick and started slowly massaging it. I floundered and had to take all my concentration to answer the question without appearing like a total moron. I finished my answer, put us on mute and looked at her, but she had the most cool and professional poker face. I grabbed her left leg and lifted it to me, her skirt moving up, and as I could now see her black and rose coloured silk thong, started to massage her. I moved two fingers up and down her slit and when I reached her clit to massage it through her wet panties, she closed her eyes and let out a tiny moan. Just when I wanted to pull her thong aside, another question popped up and she quickly put her foot down, shook herself, put us on, and answered as professional as ever. This time, as she elaborated on some unimportant points of our presentation, I wanted to see how long she could keep her coolness. I quickly moved my chair to the back, sat on the floor and moved between her legs. She sensed what I wanted to do, tried to close her legs, but I had already my hands and my head between them and moved closer to her wetness. As she kept talking, I but a long and deep kiss right between her legs on her wet panties. She audibly gasped, but continued speaking with some points of our valuation while I continued to slowly push my tongue through her thong into her. After a little while, I pulled the fabric aside and just exhaled my hot breath against wet pussy. I could feel her shiver and slowly moved my face closer, stuck my tongue out and slowly moved through her lips. My tongue circled in on her clit and I alternated between licking, massaging and sucking it. Now she was still speaking, but you could sense that she was now seriously distracted and the flow and tone of the sentences weren’t as cool as usual. As she finished her answer, she quickly muted the phone again, but a follow-up question was directed at her. She unmuted and started talking again, whereas I was still sucking on her clit, her pussy getting wetter and wetter. When I inserted my index finger into her, she let out a little shriek right in midst her explanations, but quickly got back in her almost regular speaking rhythm. The question ended right when I put another finger in her and started massaging her pussy from the inside while sucking on her clit. She let out another moan, this time even a little bit louder. She spread her legs now even further, started playing with my hair while my fingers went in and out of her wonderfully wet pussy, my mouth sucking and playing with her clit and my other hand in her blouse fondling her breasts. Her whole body started to tense, her pussy contracted more and more and as I flicked my tongue faster and faster, she pushed my head into her crotch, quietly moaning “oh god” and cumming hard.

When I came back up on my chair, the first thing she did was to kiss me, tasting herself, our tongues playing with each other. Through my still open pants she grabbed my dick and started slowly stroking it up and down, making it even harder. She moved her head down, putting her mouth around my erect cock, twirling her tongue around my tip while stroking my shaft up and down with her hand. This wasn’t definitely the first time she did this, and within seconds, my cock was slippery and covered in spit. With my free hands I tried to pull down her thong, but since she still had her skirt on, failed. She quickly got up, pulled her skirt to her waist, her thong down and looked at me. I wanted to start to suck her beautiful pussy again, but she pushed me back against the back rest of my chair, and took a step in front of me. I could only sense what would come next. She put her hands on my shoulder and slowly let her whole body down. Just when my dick was hovering under her dripping pussy I held her, and carefully slid my dick up and down through her pussy. She gasped, grabbed my shaft and quickly but distinct lowered herself on me. She felt wonderful, warm, incredibly wet and wonderfully tight. When she fully sat on me and had all of my dick in her, our tongues found each other again and she started moving back and forth. Riding me, I grabbed her sweet butt and started to control the rhythm. She released the kiss, leaned her head to my ear and whispered “fuck me, fuck me”. I did neither expected a young girl talking to me like that in the office, nor any other action we took part in this night.

We fucked faster and I could feel her pussy growing tighter and tighter around my cock. Her “fuck me” went over into high-pitched and fast moans and her hands clenched around my back. I felt her pussy contracting more and more around my cock, moving fast in and out of here until I couldn’t hold it any longer and pumping everything in her. She let out a “aaaahhgood” and collapsed on me. Just then it dawned on me that we technically were still in a conference call but as I looked after the phone, all I could hear was the dial tone. This was the beginning of a wonderful time. We weren’t in a relationship but used every occasion to fuck. We even made it a game to see where in the office we can do it.

If you liked it, tell me, I’ll write another one of our adventures.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6y109r/nightly_conference_calls_mf