You are frustrated. I look at you through the thick glass walls that defines your office. You’ve closed the door on your way in and have been sitting at your desk for the last 2 hours hammering away at your laptop. I guess your day in court did not go as expected and now you are trying to bury yourself in more work.
I worry about you, even if you are my boss and I am just your secretary, we share a special bond that no one else understand. I pick up my phone and press down for the intercom. I watch as you slowly lift your head and meet my gaze before you lift your phone.
“Can I get you something sir?”, you give me a tired smile. “You haven’t gone home yet?” your voice is deep and warm. “I want to be here if you need anything” the smile you give me is teasing. “Anything…?” you lean back in your chair still watching me. I bite my lower lip, unsure if I can confess that I find you extremely attractive, or if we are just playing our usual game, which we of course perfected over the last year of working together.
The dark gray suit underlines your masculinity, even if you did take of your jacket the moment you stepped through the office door, something you only do when you are frustrated. The white shirt clings over your shoulders, not hiding the fact that you spend a considerable amount of time at the gym across the street from the office.
“Of course sir, anything…” I choose to answer with a playful tone and you reward me with a laugh. “Tease” you say before hanging up the phone. I turn, facing the corridor, hang up my phone and leave you to your work.
I let another hour pass, working on some spreadsheets you want done till next week. Our last colleagues left 15 minutes ago for the weekend but you are still working hard. My stomach rumble, letting me know that I missed lunch today again. I pick my bag up rustling through it before I finally find the mini double chocolate chip cookies at the bottom. The first bite is heavenly, rich dark chocolate with a hint of bitterness. I close my eyes and moan.
“What are you doing?” My eyes snap open as I hear your deep voice and I turn around. “Nothing” I try to look innocent as I push the cookies down my bag. You snicker as you move around my desk. “Oh come on, can I have some?” You stretch, trying to get a hold of my bag. “Oh no, get your own” I laugh and stand up, keeping it out of your reach. “Stop teasing, I’m starving” you take a step closer and I back away. “I asked you if you wanted something and you said no so I treated myself” I wink at you.
You take another step having me cornered as I press my back against the wall. “I didn’t say no, I just didn’t want anything when you asked and now I do” you smirk as I push my bag behind my back. “Well then, get your own, these are for special occasions, my work-late-because-my-boss-is-a-workaholic occasions”. Your laugh is friendly and you try your puppy dog eyes on me and I soften. “Oh alright… just don’t eat them all, I don’t have anything else to eat if you are pulling an allnighter” I hand over the cookies after getting them out of my bag. “If I finish them I promise I buy you another one” I glare at you, pouting my lips. “Oh fine… I give you 3 and I buy you some dinner?” you smirk.
I have to admit, you are quite charming when you try, and sexy as hell when you are tired and munching away on my cookies. “How about I get us some dinner, and I help you sort out whatever you are doing in there?” I motion to your office. Your smile is heart melting and you groan both in pleasure and disappointment when you finish the last cookie. “You don’t mind staying with me on a friday night?” you lick your fingers, trying to catch the last chocolate stains. The sight of your tongue makes me instantly wet, my fantasies running wild. I try to gain my composure, I don’t want you to get even the slightest hint that you are the main character of my sexual imagination. “You know I get paid if I work overtime right?” I stick my tongue out to tease you.
“How about you get us some coffee and I take you out to eat after we are done?” you ask. I nod, accepting your terms and head for the kitchen.
*
I lean back, resting my head against the sofa. Sitting on the soft rug in the lounge space of your office I feel beat. A couple of hundred pages of your last case is spread around me on the floor. I mark down the passage I’ve just read with a highlight marker brushing my hair out of my eyes for the third time. I stare up the ceiling, letting the stack of papers drop to the floor. You went to the restroom about a minute ago and left me in charge. My eyes flicker. I’m too tired to think and too hungry to sleep but I let myself close my eyes for a second.
“You are cold” your touch my arm softly, easy not to scare me. I open my eyes, trying to focus. You are close, you are sitting down beside me, leaning your shoulder against the sofa, watching me. “I’m just tired that’s all…” My voice is low and soft. I stretch, tensing my arms above my head, letting you look at me. I’m not fully awake, still enjoying the attention you are giving me with your eyes. “I’m sorry I made you stay for so long” you sound remorseful. “Oh come on, what else would I do on a friday night?” I turn, facing you.
You stare at me for a moment before you lean in, breathing against my lips. “If you were my date I wouldn’t let you work late with your boss, all alone at the office, on a friday night” your voice is deep, just a whisper. If I were sleepy a moment ago I’m wide awake now. Are you actually coming on to me or is this another one of our playful games? I decide it’s time for me to not overthink this, I lick my lips nervously “if you were my date, then what would you do?”. Your eyes are fixed on my mouth as you swallow hard.
Your fingertips slide slowly over my shoulder in under my hair. When your fingers grace against the nape of my neck I close my eyes in pleasure. “I would touch you like this…” I feel your knuckles brush against my bare thigh, then your warm fingertips. “And I would kiss you…” your lips barely touch mine “…like this”. I open my eyes staring into yours. “Are you teasing me sir?” I emphasize the word sir, guessing that you like being the dominant one. Your eyes widen, goes darker and more playful.
Instead of answering me you put both your hands on my thighs, moving yourself between them. My dark green skirt slides higher up my legs and I whimper. Your fingers slowly caress my skin making me long for more. “You are the only girl in the office who don’t wear any stockings” you sound mesmerized. “I just find it inconvenient even if I know the firm disapproves” I blush, shaking when your fingers trail higher. “I don’t care if you violate any rules, remember i’m the lawyer” you snicker. “Well then, counselor, am I guilty for breaking any rules or are the odds in my favor?” I smirk and bite my lower lip.
Your hands are now high up under my skirt, your fingertips toying with the thin straps of my thong at my hips. You hesitate, or maybe you are just teasing me, but it drives me wild. You lean forward, finally pressing your lips against mine with unexpected hunger. I squeal as your fingers begin to pull my thong down. I press my palms down in the soft carpet, lifting my butt to help you get them off. You growl in disappointment when you get stuck by my knees, realising you are in the way. You break our kiss only to move and finally getting my thong down my legs.
“Definitely in your favor” you hold my thong up by your index finger, white lace with pink hearts, before you throw them over your shoulder. You dive back in to continue our makeout session letting your hands roam under my skirt digging your fingers into my soft skin. I shake, trying to open your shirt buttons. Frustrated I simply tear your shirt, making the buttons fly over the rug and floor. You growl encouraging, biting my lower lip. I moan when you pull me onto your lap, cupping my bare ass under my skirt. I grind hard as I dig my fingers into your shoulders and you groan, tearing your lips from mine. “Fuck… you need to stop that or else…” your breathing is ragged against my mouth. “Make me…” my tone is daring, teasing.
You grin and push me down on my back on the soft rug. “My pleasure…” you take your time, savoring every moment as you slowly push my skirt over my knees. I tremble when I feel the fabric slide over my thighs leaving me exposed for you. You bite your lower lip, making you look sexy as hell, enjoying the sight of my wet pink pussy. “Well… Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes…” your fingertips trail along the inside of my right thigh making me shiver with anticipation.
With your shirt open I get to take a good look at you, your skin slightly tanned and your muscles tensed, like you are ready to hunt for your prey. You are hard, I can see how your cock is straining against the thin fabric of your pants. Your cock throbs when you dip your fingers at my wet entrance. I buck my hips, wanting more than just a tease, moaning your name. “Please…” my voice is just a desperate whisper. You obey, I guess you are just as desperate as me.
You lean down, nibbling on the sensitive skin on my left thigh, moving closer. I can feel your hot breath against my pussy, plain stinging torture, and then my total release as you push your warm tongue over my clit. “Fuck…” my legs shake as you press your mouth against my wetness. I try to pull back, wanting to wait for my climax but you grab me by my hips pushing me down hard. “I can’t get enough, I love how you taste” you mumble, then licking me unbearably soft taking your time. I try to move again and you lift your head growling, looking at me. “I can make you cum” you push two fingers into me, making me moan louder.
“I want you inside me” I pant, trying to delay want I want the most. The need growing stronger with each second. You move your fingers inside me, making me buck my hips in pleasure. “Beg…” your eyes are dark with desire, your voice dominant. “Please let me have your cock” I blush, not used to be so harsh. You smirk, pulling your fingers out leaving me even more frustrated. Your hands goes for your belt, unclasping it and unbuttoning your pants in a swift motion. The sound when you unzip makes me tense. You pull your pants and boxers down. You take of your shirt, throwing it to the floor. My mouth is watering by the sight of you.
You grab me by my thighs pulling me towards you and you lean over me. You kiss me, your tongue tasting me. You are teasing my clit with your cock, making me moan desperately. And then you move down to push against my dripping wet entrance. “So tight…” you try to take it slow, inch after inch you growl between clenched teeth. You pull my tank top down, exposing my matching white lace pink hearts bralette. My hard nipples long for your touch and your mouth. You pull it down, lean in and suck on my left nipple. I buck my hips against you, your cock filling my tight pussy. You move your hips, hard, making my body move in pleasure. I dig my fingers into your back urging you.
Your hands are holding me in place, pushing me down. “You are mine” you pant against my chest. I let my right hand trail between us, down to my swollen needy clit. You lean back, looking as my fingers start to rub. You growl deep, enjoying the sight of my movements, rocking your hips even harder. I rub my clit, my other hand cupping my left breast, moving my hips against yours. “Faster” I moan desperately. My eyes flicker as I’m rapidly closing in on my orgasm. “Cum for me…” your voice is harsh, commanding. I force my eyes open to look at you, holding your gaze. “How about you cum for me…?” I whisper, teasing, feeling your cock twitch inside me.
And I cum. Hard. My thighs tense around your waist and I scream. It echoes as my body goes up i flames. My scream sends you over the edge and you bury yourself in me, filling me with your hot cum. You lean down resting your body against mine. We pant, trying to gather ourselves after our climax. I blink, trying to comprehend what just happened, slowly pulling my fingers through your hair, my body still shaking after my orgasm..
You lift your head to look at me, smiling, your hair messy and boyish. “So… how about I get us some dinner and we stay for another 2 hours?” you give me a deep kiss. “And double chocolate chip cookies?” I purr biting your lower lip. You laugh, kissing me deeper “absolutely”.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/cyltr1/the_firm_mf_first_person_boss_secretary_after
Absolutely perfect.