A Day at The Office

A typical day in the I.T. department at the law firm of Kelly, Bowes and Frank involves teaching an 80 year old attorney how to recover an email he was writing. I was hired ten years ago when cyber security first began to come to the fore front of modern business and I’ve been here ever since, maintaining the systems for over 150 lawyers in one of Memphis’ largest most successful practices.

Because the firm is so well established and because I’ve managed to streamline my systems over the last decade, most of my day is spent staring at my computer with the occasional new hire email to setup.

This was the case last week when I got a call from H.R. we had lawyer from South Carolina joining the team. Her file came through with her name and contact information so I could set up her passwords and laptop. Every new attorney is given a top of the line computer with our software and templates so that there is no chance of anyone bringing a virus from their personal accounts.

My phone rang a few hours later and the voice on the other end came through softly with a charming southern drawl. It was the new hire.

“Hi, Chris”, she spoke sweetly, “this is Victoria on the 9th floor, I’m sorry to bother you,” she continued, “I was told you would have a computer for me.” She began again, “would you like me to meet you to pick it up?”, she inquired.

“Good morning Victoria”, I smiled into the phone, “no, that’s okay, I’m just finishing up and I’ll be there shortly for a tutorial”, and I hung up the phone curious if she was as pretty as she sounded on the phone.

The elevator doors parted to the 9th floor and I made my way through the deep green hallways to a large corner office. I like to call this area the high roller section of the firm because the most successful attorney’s have their offices here. Corporate takeovers, multimillion dollar land deals, and Fortune 500 mergers all take place in the East corner of the 9th floor, which means this woman had paid her dues, and her time was extremely valuable, $1500 per hour to be precise. I knew from experience I needed to simply show them the basics and make my way back to my office.

I knocked lightly on the large frosted glass and the door inched open. Through crack I could see Victoria standing with her back to me at the edge of her desk staring out at the view of the city. She was on her phone with her arms crossed, if she was taller than five feet, it was only because of her seven inch black heels. I followed the curve of her muscular calf up her leg to the hem of the gray pencil skirt. The fabric clung tightly to her body. The long triangular split up the back of the skirt rose seductively to draw the imagination and I paused there transfixed at the possibilities of what may lie beyond. Here long auburn hair twisted and in a ponytail and bounced with a curl as she looked down at her heels. The pony tail resting against the crisp white color of her dress shirt. In the ten years I have been working at the firm, I have never once seen someone as elegant occupy an office.

I cleared my throat and knocked again with more force. She turned, still on the phone and smiled, waving me in to the room. I placed the computer on the desk and pulled a small chair closer while she finished her conversation. The computer came to life and I began logging in and waited as I heard her say her goodbyes.

“I am so sorry, Chris,” she said with a polite smile and southern accent.

“Oh, that’s okay”, I said, “happens all the time.” I stood up to shake her hand and quickly noticed how I was drawn to her green eyes. I also noticed almost embarrassed, how I towered over her. At six feet tall, I’m usually one of the taller people in the room, however, this seemed somewhat awkward. She smiled up and me and paused, as if she had something she wanted to confess, and then she tilted her head and made a slight “hmmm” sound.

“Okay, Chris,” she began, “have a seat and walk me through this.”

I began with the basics, writing down her password and logging her in, making sure to explain in detail where she could navigate to change any of her settings. As I sat there, she leaned over my shoulder. One hand resting on the back of the chair, the other on the desk close to the edge of the computer. Her hand was so close in fact, when I typed the return key, my pinkie grazed the side of her finger.

“Oops, I’m sorry,” she giggled, as she scooted her hand away, “guess I was getting a little too into your presentation.” When she finished the second part of her sentence, she lightly scratched my back with an innocent reassurance that it was an accident. Her long black fingernails felt incredible against the thin blue fabric of my dress shirt. Chills went down my spin and the hair on my arms rose with Goosebumps.

She laughed, “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry, did I give you chills,” she purred like a kitten, “you’re so sweet”, as she squeezed my forearm.

“Thanks, it’s okay”, I stuttered, “guess I wasn’t expecting a back rub today.”

Victoria laughed again, “Oh, shoot, you just come by anytime, I’ll work all that tension out,” and she placed her hand on my shoulder and gentle massaged me for just a moment before turning her attention back to the screen.

The massage only lasted a second, however, the pressure and feel of her hand combined with the previous scratching had my mind wandering from the keyboard. As I typed, Victoria leaned further in, pointing to icons, apps and documents asking about their function and location. He face was inches from mine and each time I turned to answer I had to lean back slightly. When she would turn to face me, we were close enough to kiss and it became harder and harder for me to concentrate.

Her sweet southern charm clearly melted the hearts of her clients and she worked her sexuality like a virtuoso violinist composing a masterpiece. She was soft and affectionate, warm and seductive. During our meeting she touched my arm or shoulder and I felt electric waves move through me.

“Victoria, unless you have any other questions,” I began, “I think you have everything you need.” I continued, “is there anything else I can do for you?”

She stood up with one foot in front of the other and crossed her arms, placing one finger to her lips, tapping it slowly. I turned in the chair to face her and leaned back drinking in her small frame and eloquent shape. She started to speak and then paused, like she had done earlier, as if she wanted to say something but second guessed herself.

I interrupted, “well, Victoria, I’m down on the 3rd floor,” I stood, “please, if there is every anything I can do for you, I’m here for you”, and I reached out to shake her hand, “it was nice to meet you.”

She looked saddened, “awww, we are old friends now,” she mused, “we hug where I am from”, and she stepped forward with a shift in her hips and wrapped her arms around my waist in slow, pressing manner. I could feel her hands exploring my torso threw the thin fabric as she pressed her body against mine. She moaned, ever so softly running her nails up my back again before letting out a sigh. I felt the electricity again move through my body as this erotic, sexual woman felt me up and flirted with me.

I felt the blood drain from my head and rush south. Victoria looked up at me, in a somewhat half hug. Her arms clutching my triceps as she licked her lips and began to speak.

“You know Chris,” she lowered her eyes, “I’m sure you’re not used to someone so forward,” she continued, “I can’t explain it, there was just something strange I felt as soon as you walked it”.

“Victoria,” my mouth was dry as I started to speak, “I’m sorry, I… I… have to be honest,” I fumbled with my words, “you’re extremely sexy.”

Victoria turned her back to me. I grabbed her shoulders as she arched herself, pressing her firm ass into my groin. One hand inched up the side of her neck as Victoria looked towards the sky with her eyes closed. My other hand dropped down over her shoulder, and I flipped the top button open of her blouse cupping her right breast over the lacey black bra.

Her breath was heavy and I leaned down taking a bite from her neck before licking my way up to her earlobe. Her hands reached behind her, pressing between my thighs and massaging my stiffening manhood.

Her moans intensified as she again turned to face me. I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up, carrying her towards the door which was still cracked. I slammed her body against the dark oak panel, and quickly latched the lock into place.

Victoria was on fire, kissing me deeply begging my hands to roam her body. Her tongue swirled and snaked inside my mouth as she bite my lip and pulled her skirt higher above her waist. I held her in my arms, pawing at her bare cheeks and massaging them.

Closer and closer my hands roamed to feel the heat between her legs as she moaned into my mouth, “yes, yes, touch me.”

Still wrapped around my waist desperately devouring my face, I found the slippery entrance to her soaked pussy. The soft folds slick with her cum.

Swirling one finger around inside her she bit my earlobe and hissed, “taste me, I want to feel your mouth.”

I sat her down gently on the chair. Her eyes were on fire as she slowly spread her thighs open her heels planted firmly on the floor. The wet dripping folds of her pussy begging to be licked.

I kneeled before her, gripping her thighs firmly. Slowly my mouth circled around her inner thighs feeling the heat radiating from her body. Finally, my tongue found the firm button of her clit and I swirled it between my teeth.

Victoria threw her head back, gripping my hair and pulling me deep inside her. Her heels wrapped around me as I devoured her every drop. She moaned deeply as I felt her body shake and flood me with her orgasm.

Breathless, she released me. My hair twisted and matted. My chin dripping as I lick my lips and smile at the wicked southern woman who seduced me.

She grins and said, “let’s go to my house.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/8e7vvf/a_day_at_the_office