Morning Glory
The first indication it would be dangerous to proceed is that he is my boss. The second, a very married and most definitely unavailable boss yet despite the warning signs flashing like cheap strip club signs in my head I could not stay away from the powerful masculinity that oozed from him like liquid chocolate. Under normal circumstances I would be intimidated or nervous around a man who possessed so much self assurance and importance. However one look into dark eyes the colour of morning glory flowers and I fell into a desire spiral for which I would remain falling into day after day. Ironically the flower which matched his eyes became a fitting endearment.
It all started the day of my first interview. Being the CEO of a large conglomerate Thomas Norton’s assistant needed an assistant so there I was fresh out of university and ready to start at the bottom, well not exactly the bottom but far below my credentials. The appointment originally scheduled with his first assistant Kaitlin became reassigned when she come down with a lurgy no-one wanted her to bring to work. I was ushered into his office by a fresh faced and far too bubbly receptionist, whose inane chatter at least settled my nerves.
When I entered it appeared empty, well apart from the large oak desk and matching furniture along with a ridiculously large black leather chair. Unsure of what to do, I sat on one of the smaller chairs by the desk and jiggled my legs, impatient and nervous. As the chair behind the desk swivelled I caught sight of salt and pepper hair that I thought until that moment could only look sensational on Richard Gere. Those blue flower eyes pierced right into my soul and the tension I was barely containing spun like a vortex. My mouth went dry and I couldn’t breathe as my heart beat a rapid dance music beat.
His tanned skin though lined still held a rugged handsomeness only distinguished by his attire and setting. Hot was not the right term to use for this sophisticated, wealthy and powerful man staring deep into my eyes the colour of his desk yet hot is the only word which surfaced in my mind. I couldn’t force my tongue to speak so I sat staring at him, staring at me, waiting for the earth to stop spinning.
Before I continue this story of the most erotic weeks of my entire life I want to make one thing clear. Older men were not my thing. Young carefree blonds were my drug of choice yet Thomas Norton produced more animal lust, set my juices flowing in a way I’d never experienced ever before. Now where was I, oh yes, he finally broke the silence.
“Miss Brooks,” his deeply masculine voice softly rolled across the table setting my blood alight and wedging my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “Your resume indicates to me you are more than qualified for this position.”
“Suzanna,” I stammered.
“Pardon?”
“My name is Suzanna.”
The day our passionate affair started it was summertime. The day dawned with an intense heat which mirrored our beginning. I believe the short skirts I wore enticed him to our first encounter, the one I dreamt about many times over, waking with shuddering orgasms far too intense to ignore. My school girl infatuation ordered me to think up miniscule reasons to knock on his office door. This day was no exception and I thanked myself later for wearing matching sexy lingerie.
For weeks I found myself subtly flirting at every opportunity. If he noticed, he didn’t show it. If he liked it, I hadn’t been able to guess. Every time we rode the lift together intentionally on my behalf or by sheer accident, the chemistry and sly glances exchanged filled the air, making it thicker than my grandmother’s homemade fudge and sent me into desire overdrive. I wondered if I was imagining it all, that he didn’t glance sideways at me, that I hadn’t on numerous occasions caught him staring at my stocking covered legs. Until of course he made his intentions clear on one sultry sunny afternoon. I was also happy I decided not to clad my legs in nylon that morning.
I took a deep breath as I stood by the door to his office with a birthday card for a worker somewhere on our floor. This was one my many guises for interrupting ‘Mr Norton’, however each time I intruded on him with these flimsy excuses he appeared to welcome me. Anyone else may have been frowned at for not following office protocol and not leaving it with Kaitlin to deliver.
His velvety baritone beckoned me in and I sashayed my way towards his desk. The unreadable expression gave me little indication to his thoughts.
“What can I do for you, Suzanna?” His eyes swept my face before skimming lower and for a moment I thought I imagined the once over it was so brief.
“I have this card for...” Damn, what was her name? I flicked my eyes to the card before returning to his intense gaze. “Sally in accounts.”
“Another one, we appear to have a birthday every week.” He smiled which sent my heart leaping into my throat. The crinkles at the corners of his eyes and the hint of a dimple in one cheek were far too sexy.
“It does seem that way.” I returned the smile.
Something in his expression changed a flicker of something I hadn’t seen from him before. He lowered his eyes to scribble the appropriate message but instead of handing me the card across the table when complete, he stood up and walked around the desk to return it to me. A fingertip caressed the back of my hand and I gasped at the heat of the touch and the surprising gesture.
“You do realise that you are suppose to leave cards for signing with the other correspondence that Kaitlin delivers,” he said softly.
He stood so close I could feel his breath on my neck which sent a cartwheel of tingles down my spine. Thomas didn’t move away nor did he say anymore. Indecision and an erratic heartbeat dizzied my mind.
“I know,” I stammered, tongue in knots. “But I...” I stopped when one of his manicured supple hands lifted to my dark red hair and stroked it with a gentleness that surprised me.
When his other hand came to rest on the curve of my hip I gasped again, anticipation and astonishment playing havoc with my already rapid breathing. The lips that brushed mine were softer than I imagined. The slight touch was gentle. He didn’t move his hands, didn’t return his lips again, we just stood, parted slightly. I lifted my eyes to meet his and his intent was clear.
“This is inappropriate,” the professional voice inside me piped up. “But I don’t care.” The woman inside me won out. The ravenous beast lying dormant escaped and the weeks of sexual tension shoved me forward. I returned my lips to his, our mouths fitting together in perfect symmetry.
The hand which rested on my waist moved along my side and pressed against my back to pull me tight to him. His desire for me pushed against my thigh. My hands shot up to run through the thick peppery waves. I moved them down across his shoulders and was amazed at the strength I found there.
As his tongue made tantalising circles in my mouth, his hands run the length of my body and when they began their ascent again my skirt was hitched up with them. He clasped my bare bottom uncovered thanks to the g-string I’d chosen that morning. His hands were remarkably soft and his grip firm.
I tugged at his tie and loosened it just enough so I could unbutton his shirt. My hand plunged beneath it finding more strong and sinuous contours. A deep groan sounded quietly low in his throat as his hands mirrored my movements to clasp my satin covered breasts.
Hauling me with him he moved towards the door and when I heard the tumbler click I realised he’d locked the door. Those bright neon warning signs flashed in my head for the first time but I ignored them and continued my exploration of his mouth and body. Pulling at his belt and suit pants I somehow managed to undo them and buried my hand in his boxers to stroke him eagerly. All thoughts of foreplay were ignored when he swept items from his desktop with one arm and eased me back so I sat on the edge. With my arms locked around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist, he made short work of my bra.
“You are so sexy,” he whispered in my ear.
His fingers slid inside my eager and ready wetness. When and how he removed my g-string I didn’t know or care. Our mouths returned to devour as he plunged inside me. One hand fondled my breasts while the other rested on my back. I locked my ankles together at his back and moved them with him as he made each stroke, forcing him deeper inside, pushing him against the spot that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my veins. Mouths and tongues met between gasps and moans until we both groaned out our mutual climax.
Limbs weak with pleasure dropped and I lay back upon his desk unable to feel anything but intense satisfaction. Our swift spontaneous coupling left me breathless, shocked and gratified. Thomas helped me sit up again and pressed soft kisses along my jaw and lips. Unsure, I gazed up into morning glory eyes to find reflected emotions.
A knock at the door pulled us from our post coital bliss and shoved us back to reality. We straightened our clothes as he called out ‘just a minute.’
“Go into my private bathroom,” he said and placed a swift kiss on my lips.
I nodded, rushed to the bathroom and shut the door. I checked my appearance in the mirror and giggled. My neatly styled hair looked as though birds had picked at it and my cheeks were flushed. I fixed my hair, ensured my clothes were presentable and waited.
Several minutes later Thomas opened the door. “The coast is clear,” he said with a slight smile. With all the confidence I could muster I strolled out of the bathroom and tried not to let my self-consciousness show. I glanced at him as I walked passed then headed out the door.
The next day our looks were knowing and our smiles secret. For the first time since joining the company Thomas called me into his office. Kaitlin shot me looks which could shatter stone and I gave her a satisfied smirk which only intensified the daggers shooting from her eyes.
I knocked and entered to find him staring at me as though he was a bear out of hibernation and looking at his first meal. I wanted to devour him, feed from his mouth.
Instead awkwardness spoke words I didn’t feel. “About yesterday I don’t think we should... I mean it was great but...”
“Lock the door.” Against my better judgement I did as he asked then stepped tentatively forward.
With a self-assured stride he came around the desk as he had the day before. This time both hands circled my waist and I could feel their heat through my shirt.
“We probably shouldn’t,” he said. “It is like you said, inappropriate but sensational. I have been thinking about it ever since you walked into my office for your interview.”
“You have?”
He nodded and kissed me until my knees wobbled and my breath was taken. All thoughts of halting a repeat performance flew from my mind and was filled with exactly what I wanted to do to him. I decided to take control this time. Take from him what I wanted.
Pushing him backwards with my hands, I led him around the desk and with our mouths locked I removed his pants. With a forcefulness I didn’t know I possessed I shoved him into his chair and slipped off my all my clothes. His eyes hungrily swept my body and the sudden power made me giddy. I had the control now; he was putty in my hands. Suddenly Mr Norton big CEO was all mine for the taking, mine to dictate.
I straddled him on the chair and slipped him slowly into my already waiting wetness. Again I was startled by my instant reaction to him and the lack of foreplay required. Thinking of him, seeing him, the power I yielded, switched on a tap of desire. I wanted to taste him, feel his tongue lapping at me but there would be time for that later. This raw need to have him inside me overtook all other cravings.
Not moving for several moments, I relished the feel of his desire and hardness buried deep inside me. I arched my back and offered him erect nipples. His swirling tongue and teasing lips coerced my hips to move. As he suckled with a ravenous hunger at my nipples I rode him in with deliberate movements until the need for a release quickened my rhythm.
His mouth returned to stifle my moans as my shuddering orgasm speed through my body. Satiated, I collapsed against him and rested my head on his shoulder. The masculine scent almost enticed me to start again.
Each day for a nearly a month, I was summoned or found reason to enter his office. We found new ways to pleasure each other, on the couch, the floor, up against the door when he stood waiting just inside for me to enter and took me right there with my legs around his waist and his pants around his ankles. Hot, passionate and unrelenting pleasure became a day to day occurrence.
After a particularly steamy session on his large leather chair, Thomas surprised me with an offer.
“Would you like to spend the weekend with me?”
My heart swelled, though I knew it shouldn’t. He’s married, he’s my boss, we are having an affair! I never thought I would be the other woman yet here I was screwing a man on a daily basis who I knew I could not have. His offer to spend all day, all night, all weekend with him excited me beyond words. Needless to say I didn’t hesitate in accepting.
I paced and waited, checked my appearance for the hundredth time as my anticipation built. Reflecting over my relationship, if that is what you could call what we have, had me thinking about the mundane job I performed which I could do with my eyes closed. It wasn’t what you could call a challenging role and I know boredom would soon set in if I didn’t have the brief and intense daily rendezvous.
I continued to go to each day because of the erotic moments in the large oak furniture filled office. I had discovered instead of the career driven professional I sought to be, a woman with sexual prowess. In a man almost twice my age, I discovered an insatiable appetite. Those flashing warning lights pulsed in my head but I ignored them for the umpteenth time. The sudden knock on the door caused me to leap even though I’ve been waiting to hear it for an hour.
During the hour drive through the sunburnt country side, Tom, as I now called him, told me about his life and I mine. His powerful facade shed with the suit he usually wore to reveal a charming and kind man. This side of him endeared me to him further and though I knew they shouldn’t my feelings grew for him with each passing minute.
The cottage hidden in the quiet woods was like some picturesque Snow White story and I couldn’t believe it was real. The log-walled holiday house backed onto a lake almost as blue as his eyes. The absurdity of the situation, of the ridiculous fairy tale setting before me caused desire to flood in an instant between my thighs and I wanted him. Thoughts of slow sensuous pleasuring filled my mind instead of the usual ‘got to have you now’ images. How did he do this to me? I don’t think I ever found the answer to this question.
“Suzy, are you coming?”
I turned to him and smiled at his use of my nickname before following him inside. Gazing around the interior, I discovered more of the same, a quaint, whimsical ambiance that would make the hardest of women swoon.
“This place is amazing.”
“My grandfather built it so he could fish in the lake out back but I think he spent more time indoors with my grandmother.”
His smile was wicked but sweet and my insides melted. I closed the gap between us and kissed him with a newfound passion. He allowed me to lead for several moments before changing the intensity and kissing me slowly. His hands buried in my hair as mine roamed his back. Our clothes became a pile on the floor in the same frenzied way they always did but this time Tom eased me backwards onto the bed and continue with loving sensuous kisses. First my lips, then across my jaw and down my neck, his tenderness a contrast against the usual urgency as his mouth explored my skin.
Feathery kisses on my inner thighs were a prelude of the ecstasy to follow and when his tongue began its own exploration between my legs, my breath was stolen. His lapping tongue sent shockwaves of electricity through my veins while I gripped the bed covers and moaned louder than ever I could ever remember before. His skilled mouth brought a powerful climax that began at my toes and washed over me like the waves on the shore. I cried out his name as the final sensations shuddered through my body.
Eagar to bestow on him the same pleasure, I pushed him back onto the bed, the confident and self assured lover goading me on. Heady with power, I tantalised him with my tongue and mouth until he groaned and eased my head up to capture my lips. I wanted to try everything new, try new positions, find new ways to bring the toe curling orgasms we’d experienced over and again the past weeks.
As he went to approach, I halted him with a hand then I turned around, swang my leg over and eased myself astride him. When he sat up to press against me with his chest to my back, his hands reached around to caress my body and tease me with his fingers. Hot breath tickled my ear as he trailed hot kisses along my neck and shoulder. I moved my hips in slow sweeping motions, wanting to feel all of him buried deep. Reaching back, I wrapped my arms around his neck and rode us both to a slow building forceful orgasm. Our slick bodies lay entwined, satisfied sighs filled the quiet room as we drifted into blissful sleep.
The familiar warmth spread over me as I dreamt of his luscious mouth teasing me again. The climax rocked me awake. When I open heavy eyes I discovered I wasn’t dreaming, a salt and pepper head rest between my legs, waking me with orgasm.
“Morning,” I said my voice heavy with satisfaction. “What a glorious way to wake up.” I smiled like the Cheshire Cat.
“Nothing like a bit of morning glory.” His grin was as wide.
I giggled at his reference, pulled his head to mine and took exactly what I wanted.
We only left the bed to eat, though most of this was done in bed too. Like his office, no surface was left untried. Bending me over the small dining table unexpectedly and wickedly left bruises on my hips and a rapturous smile on my face. The shower, skinny dipping in the lake, in front of the fireplace, nowhere was spared. I never wanted to leave.
As we drove home he held my hand and brought it intermittently to his mouth to kiss it with tenderness. Those flashing lights in my mind blinded me as he said goodbye at my door.
I allowed desire free reign when I entered his office on Monday morning. Tom’s arduous greeting halted any doubts when he gave me morning glory again bent over his desk, taking me hard and swiftly from behind. His strokes were so vigorous stationery and files were jolted from the desk. Stifling my moans as he pounded against my g-spot over again was almost impossible as the desk rattled with our pleasure.
Morning after morning, day after day, we ignited our passion. How long could it go on? Would I ever want more than stolen moments, secret interludes? How could I walk away when he’d unleased a fire I couldn’t douse? Confusion and passion clouded my vision.
As the days wore on and mingled into the next my duties as an assistant’s assistant no longer fulfilled any type of need. The only excitement could be found in that office. I soon realised this wasn’t enough anymore but the ache in my chest at the thought of his absence compounded an already confusing situation. Action of some sort was required, what that was to be plagued me.
A solution arrived in an unexpected package one morning as we lay tangled on the generous leather sofa.
“I don’t want this to be the only place we can be together,” he said. “I have an apartment where the tenants are moving out. It is close by my house so I could come and see you there.”
The words ‘kept woman’ leaped about my head. Is this what I wanted, to be waiting for him to come when he could, snatches of passion when it suited him? The new confident, ambitious woman I’d become would not have it. The confusion fell away and a resolute decision surfaced.
“Thanks but no thanks,” I said, untangling myself from him and dressing.
“Why?”
“This has been wonderful and as much as I want to keep doing this, I can’t. This isn’t what I want, snippets of rushed passion, a job with no direction. I quit you and your job.”
I strolled out into the blinding sunshine feeling poised and in control. Without destroying my dignity I’d discovered the commanding professional, the strong woman hidden within. All the while the once authoritative Thomas became a pussycat called Tom and I’d become professional Suzanna rather than frivolous Suzy. My smile was wide as I stride towards the exciting life I had now paved for myself. I knew I would never forgot Tom as I headed into the unknown totally in control.
It all started the day of my first interview. Being the CEO of a large conglomerate Thomas Norton’s assistant needed an assistant so there I was fresh out of university and ready to start at the bottom, well not exactly the bottom but far below my credentials. The appointment originally scheduled with his first assistant Kaitlin became reassigned when she come down with a lurgy no-one wanted her to bring to work. I was ushered into his office by a fresh faced and far too bubbly receptionist, whose inane chatter at least settled my nerves.
When I entered it appeared empty, well apart from the large oak desk and matching furniture along with a ridiculously large black leather chair. Unsure of what to do, I sat on one of the smaller chairs by the desk and jiggled my legs, impatient and nervous. As the chair behind the desk swivelled I caught sight of salt and pepper hair that I thought until that moment could only look sensational on Richard Gere. Those blue flower eyes pierced right into my soul and the tension I was barely containing spun like a vortex. My mouth went dry and I couldn’t breathe as my heart beat a rapid dance music beat.
His tanned skin though lined still held a rugged handsomeness only distinguished by his attire and setting. Hot was not the right term to use for this sophisticated, wealthy and powerful man staring deep into my eyes the colour of his desk yet hot is the only word which surfaced in my mind. I couldn’t force my tongue to speak so I sat staring at him, staring at me, waiting for the earth to stop spinning.
Before I continue this story of the most erotic weeks of my entire life I want to make one thing clear. Older men were not my thing. Young carefree blonds were my drug of choice yet Thomas Norton produced more animal lust, set my juices flowing in a way I’d never experienced ever before. Now where was I, oh yes, he finally broke the silence.
“Miss Brooks,” his deeply masculine voice softly rolled across the table setting my blood alight and wedging my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “Your resume indicates to me you are more than qualified for this position.”
“Suzanna,” I stammered.
“Pardon?”
“My name is Suzanna.”
The day our passionate affair started it was summertime. The day dawned with an intense heat which mirrored our beginning. I believe the short skirts I wore enticed him to our first encounter, the one I dreamt about many times over, waking with shuddering orgasms far too intense to ignore. My school girl infatuation ordered me to think up miniscule reasons to knock on his office door. This day was no exception and I thanked myself later for wearing matching sexy lingerie.
For weeks I found myself subtly flirting at every opportunity. If he noticed, he didn’t show it. If he liked it, I hadn’t been able to guess. Every time we rode the lift together intentionally on my behalf or by sheer accident, the chemistry and sly glances exchanged filled the air, making it thicker than my grandmother’s homemade fudge and sent me into desire overdrive. I wondered if I was imagining it all, that he didn’t glance sideways at me, that I hadn’t on numerous occasions caught him staring at my stocking covered legs. Until of course he made his intentions clear on one sultry sunny afternoon. I was also happy I decided not to clad my legs in nylon that morning.
I took a deep breath as I stood by the door to his office with a birthday card for a worker somewhere on our floor. This was one my many guises for interrupting ‘Mr Norton’, however each time I intruded on him with these flimsy excuses he appeared to welcome me. Anyone else may have been frowned at for not following office protocol and not leaving it with Kaitlin to deliver.
His velvety baritone beckoned me in and I sashayed my way towards his desk. The unreadable expression gave me little indication to his thoughts.
“What can I do for you, Suzanna?” His eyes swept my face before skimming lower and for a moment I thought I imagined the once over it was so brief.
“I have this card for...” Damn, what was her name? I flicked my eyes to the card before returning to his intense gaze. “Sally in accounts.”
“Another one, we appear to have a birthday every week.” He smiled which sent my heart leaping into my throat. The crinkles at the corners of his eyes and the hint of a dimple in one cheek were far too sexy.
“It does seem that way.” I returned the smile.
Something in his expression changed a flicker of something I hadn’t seen from him before. He lowered his eyes to scribble the appropriate message but instead of handing me the card across the table when complete, he stood up and walked around the desk to return it to me. A fingertip caressed the back of my hand and I gasped at the heat of the touch and the surprising gesture.
“You do realise that you are suppose to leave cards for signing with the other correspondence that Kaitlin delivers,” he said softly.
He stood so close I could feel his breath on my neck which sent a cartwheel of tingles down my spine. Thomas didn’t move away nor did he say anymore. Indecision and an erratic heartbeat dizzied my mind.
“I know,” I stammered, tongue in knots. “But I...” I stopped when one of his manicured supple hands lifted to my dark red hair and stroked it with a gentleness that surprised me.
When his other hand came to rest on the curve of my hip I gasped again, anticipation and astonishment playing havoc with my already rapid breathing. The lips that brushed mine were softer than I imagined. The slight touch was gentle. He didn’t move his hands, didn’t return his lips again, we just stood, parted slightly. I lifted my eyes to meet his and his intent was clear.
“This is inappropriate,” the professional voice inside me piped up. “But I don’t care.” The woman inside me won out. The ravenous beast lying dormant escaped and the weeks of sexual tension shoved me forward. I returned my lips to his, our mouths fitting together in perfect symmetry.
The hand which rested on my waist moved along my side and pressed against my back to pull me tight to him. His desire for me pushed against my thigh. My hands shot up to run through the thick peppery waves. I moved them down across his shoulders and was amazed at the strength I found there.
As his tongue made tantalising circles in my mouth, his hands run the length of my body and when they began their ascent again my skirt was hitched up with them. He clasped my bare bottom uncovered thanks to the g-string I’d chosen that morning. His hands were remarkably soft and his grip firm.
I tugged at his tie and loosened it just enough so I could unbutton his shirt. My hand plunged beneath it finding more strong and sinuous contours. A deep groan sounded quietly low in his throat as his hands mirrored my movements to clasp my satin covered breasts.
Hauling me with him he moved towards the door and when I heard the tumbler click I realised he’d locked the door. Those bright neon warning signs flashed in my head for the first time but I ignored them and continued my exploration of his mouth and body. Pulling at his belt and suit pants I somehow managed to undo them and buried my hand in his boxers to stroke him eagerly. All thoughts of foreplay were ignored when he swept items from his desktop with one arm and eased me back so I sat on the edge. With my arms locked around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist, he made short work of my bra.
“You are so sexy,” he whispered in my ear.
His fingers slid inside my eager and ready wetness. When and how he removed my g-string I didn’t know or care. Our mouths returned to devour as he plunged inside me. One hand fondled my breasts while the other rested on my back. I locked my ankles together at his back and moved them with him as he made each stroke, forcing him deeper inside, pushing him against the spot that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my veins. Mouths and tongues met between gasps and moans until we both groaned out our mutual climax.
Limbs weak with pleasure dropped and I lay back upon his desk unable to feel anything but intense satisfaction. Our swift spontaneous coupling left me breathless, shocked and gratified. Thomas helped me sit up again and pressed soft kisses along my jaw and lips. Unsure, I gazed up into morning glory eyes to find reflected emotions.
A knock at the door pulled us from our post coital bliss and shoved us back to reality. We straightened our clothes as he called out ‘just a minute.’
“Go into my private bathroom,” he said and placed a swift kiss on my lips.
I nodded, rushed to the bathroom and shut the door. I checked my appearance in the mirror and giggled. My neatly styled hair looked as though birds had picked at it and my cheeks were flushed. I fixed my hair, ensured my clothes were presentable and waited.
Several minutes later Thomas opened the door. “The coast is clear,” he said with a slight smile. With all the confidence I could muster I strolled out of the bathroom and tried not to let my self-consciousness show. I glanced at him as I walked passed then headed out the door.
The next day our looks were knowing and our smiles secret. For the first time since joining the company Thomas called me into his office. Kaitlin shot me looks which could shatter stone and I gave her a satisfied smirk which only intensified the daggers shooting from her eyes.
I knocked and entered to find him staring at me as though he was a bear out of hibernation and looking at his first meal. I wanted to devour him, feed from his mouth.
Instead awkwardness spoke words I didn’t feel. “About yesterday I don’t think we should... I mean it was great but...”
“Lock the door.” Against my better judgement I did as he asked then stepped tentatively forward.
With a self-assured stride he came around the desk as he had the day before. This time both hands circled my waist and I could feel their heat through my shirt.
“We probably shouldn’t,” he said. “It is like you said, inappropriate but sensational. I have been thinking about it ever since you walked into my office for your interview.”
“You have?”
He nodded and kissed me until my knees wobbled and my breath was taken. All thoughts of halting a repeat performance flew from my mind and was filled with exactly what I wanted to do to him. I decided to take control this time. Take from him what I wanted.
Pushing him backwards with my hands, I led him around the desk and with our mouths locked I removed his pants. With a forcefulness I didn’t know I possessed I shoved him into his chair and slipped off my all my clothes. His eyes hungrily swept my body and the sudden power made me giddy. I had the control now; he was putty in my hands. Suddenly Mr Norton big CEO was all mine for the taking, mine to dictate.
I straddled him on the chair and slipped him slowly into my already waiting wetness. Again I was startled by my instant reaction to him and the lack of foreplay required. Thinking of him, seeing him, the power I yielded, switched on a tap of desire. I wanted to taste him, feel his tongue lapping at me but there would be time for that later. This raw need to have him inside me overtook all other cravings.
Not moving for several moments, I relished the feel of his desire and hardness buried deep inside me. I arched my back and offered him erect nipples. His swirling tongue and teasing lips coerced my hips to move. As he suckled with a ravenous hunger at my nipples I rode him in with deliberate movements until the need for a release quickened my rhythm.
His mouth returned to stifle my moans as my shuddering orgasm speed through my body. Satiated, I collapsed against him and rested my head on his shoulder. The masculine scent almost enticed me to start again.
Each day for a nearly a month, I was summoned or found reason to enter his office. We found new ways to pleasure each other, on the couch, the floor, up against the door when he stood waiting just inside for me to enter and took me right there with my legs around his waist and his pants around his ankles. Hot, passionate and unrelenting pleasure became a day to day occurrence.
After a particularly steamy session on his large leather chair, Thomas surprised me with an offer.
“Would you like to spend the weekend with me?”
My heart swelled, though I knew it shouldn’t. He’s married, he’s my boss, we are having an affair! I never thought I would be the other woman yet here I was screwing a man on a daily basis who I knew I could not have. His offer to spend all day, all night, all weekend with him excited me beyond words. Needless to say I didn’t hesitate in accepting.
I paced and waited, checked my appearance for the hundredth time as my anticipation built. Reflecting over my relationship, if that is what you could call what we have, had me thinking about the mundane job I performed which I could do with my eyes closed. It wasn’t what you could call a challenging role and I know boredom would soon set in if I didn’t have the brief and intense daily rendezvous.
I continued to go to each day because of the erotic moments in the large oak furniture filled office. I had discovered instead of the career driven professional I sought to be, a woman with sexual prowess. In a man almost twice my age, I discovered an insatiable appetite. Those flashing warning lights pulsed in my head but I ignored them for the umpteenth time. The sudden knock on the door caused me to leap even though I’ve been waiting to hear it for an hour.
During the hour drive through the sunburnt country side, Tom, as I now called him, told me about his life and I mine. His powerful facade shed with the suit he usually wore to reveal a charming and kind man. This side of him endeared me to him further and though I knew they shouldn’t my feelings grew for him with each passing minute.
The cottage hidden in the quiet woods was like some picturesque Snow White story and I couldn’t believe it was real. The log-walled holiday house backed onto a lake almost as blue as his eyes. The absurdity of the situation, of the ridiculous fairy tale setting before me caused desire to flood in an instant between my thighs and I wanted him. Thoughts of slow sensuous pleasuring filled my mind instead of the usual ‘got to have you now’ images. How did he do this to me? I don’t think I ever found the answer to this question.
“Suzy, are you coming?”
I turned to him and smiled at his use of my nickname before following him inside. Gazing around the interior, I discovered more of the same, a quaint, whimsical ambiance that would make the hardest of women swoon.
“This place is amazing.”
“My grandfather built it so he could fish in the lake out back but I think he spent more time indoors with my grandmother.”
His smile was wicked but sweet and my insides melted. I closed the gap between us and kissed him with a newfound passion. He allowed me to lead for several moments before changing the intensity and kissing me slowly. His hands buried in my hair as mine roamed his back. Our clothes became a pile on the floor in the same frenzied way they always did but this time Tom eased me backwards onto the bed and continue with loving sensuous kisses. First my lips, then across my jaw and down my neck, his tenderness a contrast against the usual urgency as his mouth explored my skin.
Feathery kisses on my inner thighs were a prelude of the ecstasy to follow and when his tongue began its own exploration between my legs, my breath was stolen. His lapping tongue sent shockwaves of electricity through my veins while I gripped the bed covers and moaned louder than ever I could ever remember before. His skilled mouth brought a powerful climax that began at my toes and washed over me like the waves on the shore. I cried out his name as the final sensations shuddered through my body.
Eagar to bestow on him the same pleasure, I pushed him back onto the bed, the confident and self assured lover goading me on. Heady with power, I tantalised him with my tongue and mouth until he groaned and eased my head up to capture my lips. I wanted to try everything new, try new positions, find new ways to bring the toe curling orgasms we’d experienced over and again the past weeks.
As he went to approach, I halted him with a hand then I turned around, swang my leg over and eased myself astride him. When he sat up to press against me with his chest to my back, his hands reached around to caress my body and tease me with his fingers. Hot breath tickled my ear as he trailed hot kisses along my neck and shoulder. I moved my hips in slow sweeping motions, wanting to feel all of him buried deep. Reaching back, I wrapped my arms around his neck and rode us both to a slow building forceful orgasm. Our slick bodies lay entwined, satisfied sighs filled the quiet room as we drifted into blissful sleep.
The familiar warmth spread over me as I dreamt of his luscious mouth teasing me again. The climax rocked me awake. When I open heavy eyes I discovered I wasn’t dreaming, a salt and pepper head rest between my legs, waking me with orgasm.
“Morning,” I said my voice heavy with satisfaction. “What a glorious way to wake up.” I smiled like the Cheshire Cat.
“Nothing like a bit of morning glory.” His grin was as wide.
I giggled at his reference, pulled his head to mine and took exactly what I wanted.
We only left the bed to eat, though most of this was done in bed too. Like his office, no surface was left untried. Bending me over the small dining table unexpectedly and wickedly left bruises on my hips and a rapturous smile on my face. The shower, skinny dipping in the lake, in front of the fireplace, nowhere was spared. I never wanted to leave.
As we drove home he held my hand and brought it intermittently to his mouth to kiss it with tenderness. Those flashing lights in my mind blinded me as he said goodbye at my door.
I allowed desire free reign when I entered his office on Monday morning. Tom’s arduous greeting halted any doubts when he gave me morning glory again bent over his desk, taking me hard and swiftly from behind. His strokes were so vigorous stationery and files were jolted from the desk. Stifling my moans as he pounded against my g-spot over again was almost impossible as the desk rattled with our pleasure.
Morning after morning, day after day, we ignited our passion. How long could it go on? Would I ever want more than stolen moments, secret interludes? How could I walk away when he’d unleased a fire I couldn’t douse? Confusion and passion clouded my vision.
As the days wore on and mingled into the next my duties as an assistant’s assistant no longer fulfilled any type of need. The only excitement could be found in that office. I soon realised this wasn’t enough anymore but the ache in my chest at the thought of his absence compounded an already confusing situation. Action of some sort was required, what that was to be plagued me.
A solution arrived in an unexpected package one morning as we lay tangled on the generous leather sofa.
“I don’t want this to be the only place we can be together,” he said. “I have an apartment where the tenants are moving out. It is close by my house so I could come and see you there.”
The words ‘kept woman’ leaped about my head. Is this what I wanted, to be waiting for him to come when he could, snatches of passion when it suited him? The new confident, ambitious woman I’d become would not have it. The confusion fell away and a resolute decision surfaced.
“Thanks but no thanks,” I said, untangling myself from him and dressing.
“Why?”
“This has been wonderful and as much as I want to keep doing this, I can’t. This isn’t what I want, snippets of rushed passion, a job with no direction. I quit you and your job.”
I strolled out into the blinding sunshine feeling poised and in control. Without destroying my dignity I’d discovered the commanding professional, the strong woman hidden within. All the while the once authoritative Thomas became a pussycat called Tom and I’d become professional Suzanna rather than frivolous Suzy. My smile was wide as I stride towards the exciting life I had now paved for myself. I knew I would never forgot Tom as I headed into the unknown totally in control.