by Jamie Knight
“Hi Candide.”
My heart skipped a beat as my pussy tightened. He looked as handsome as ever, as dashing and polished over a video screen as he is positioned in his seat of power downtown. The fact he still insisted on wearing his trademark tweed suit and Oxford cloth shirt even for online meetings helping this impression no end.
It was honestly difficult to tell how old he was just by looking at him. His face looked young, and movie-star handsome, but his jet black hair was shot through with streaks of light gray. My own independent research placed him at 35, just over a decade beyond my own age.
A bit of a gap but nothing too scandalous, even though you wouldn’t know it but looking at him, or me to be honest. No matter how professional I tried to look, I still came across mostly as a teenager playing at adulthood, rather than an adult, albeit a young own, with an important job to be done. I got more than a few looks after my promotion, that was for damn sure.
“Candide? Are you okay?”
I still felt funny to hear him say my name. Not that I hadn’t heard it before, it just sounded different coming from him.
“Yeah, yes, sir, just a bit tired,” I faltered.
“What have I said about the sir?”
“That if I insist on using it, I’d better salute?” I answered, fighting the urge to giggle.
“Exactly, so either get your hand up or call me Ryan. If you aren’t comfortable with that, please at least go with Mr. Owens, understood?”
“Yes, si - Ryan,” I said, trying it out, just to see how it felt in my mouth. It felt good.
“Much better.”
He gave an approving nod and flashed me a smile that made my heart skip and my pussy drip, fuck he was hot! I was far from the only girl who had the hots for him, I knew, but that didn’t stop me from hoping that maybe, just maybe, he might like me too.
“I need your contacts.”
“Contacts?”
In a ditzy moment I definitely wasn’t proud of, I’d assumed he’d meant the ones on my eyes, which I doubted would fit him. I’d worn glasses most of my childhood, my parents refusing to pay for contacts which they saw as feeding into my vanity.
They were very concerned with vanity, along with the other six deadly sins. They were both deeply religious, from an equally religious family. Values they tried to pass on to me. Much of their credit and blame for the intense work ethic that was driving me toward early wrinkles go to their efforts. Making me feel so bad about doing nothing for even one day, I lived in near paralyzing fear of idleness.
“The ones for the St. Paddy’s Day parade,” he clarified.
I wanted to smack myself for being so silly. Of course that was what he’d meant. It was common knowledge that I planned the St. Patrick’s Day festivities. Even before I’d been promoted to my higher status, I’d loved to get my hands dirty, getting everything ready for the big day.
A minor holiday most other places, St. Paddy’s day was a big deal in our neck of the woods, for no other reason than our high number of displaced Irish. Not that it was much of a holiday back in Ireland, but it is interesting what one gets used to as a matter of tradition. It also helped that, if they’d ever actually lived in Ireland (which most of them didn’t), the citizens tended to be under ten when they set foot on American soil, so the culture shock would have been kept to a minimum.
“Candide?”
“Hey?”
“You went a blank there for a second.”
“Oh, right, sorry, drifted a bit.”
“Eat something, yeah?”
“Of course, I’ll send those contacts and then - ”
“Food first, then send me the contacts. I’ll be timing you to make sure you do.”
“Yes, Mr. Owens,” I said.
“Make sure you get some protein.”
The screen went to the screen it always did when the host ended the meeting. Taking a moment to still my heart, I went about following his orders. He probably wasn’t supposed to get quite that personal with his instructions, but I couldn’t help but be flattered by his concern.
He was boss at the office, but I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have him as my boss in a different, more sexy way. I’d heard about such things going on and had to admit, the idea turned me on. Not so much the spanking and stuff. I was really sensitive and not very good with pain. A more subtle, gentle domination though, could be just the thing to float my boat.
Pushing those wonderful ideas from my mind, I tried to focus on the tasks at hand. First food: eggs and cheese should do the trick. I hurriedly threw something together and scarfed it down in a rush.
Feeling much better, I scrubbed the few dishes required and set about organizing all my contacts into one place to send to Ryan. It still felt odd calling him Mr. Owens. I’d gotten so used to calling him ‘sir’ at least in my head, a little thrill going through me every time I did.
But he wanted to keep things familiar between us, or so it seemed, and I wasn’t about to complain. I did have to wonder what he wanted the contacts for. Not least because everyone knew I always did it. Still, it was not my place to question him. He was, after all the one who had been elected. I was just there to help him in his duties, any way he saw fit.
The contacts were sent with hopefully enough time between the meeting and the dispatch that he would believe that I ate first. I hated the idea of displeasing him. Not that I’d ever actually seen him mad. In some ways it would be almost worse for him to be disappointed.
My assigned duty done, I switched gears again and went hard at the remaining work from the previous day, left over from when I finally gave in to sleep.
It was getting dark. So much so that I could hardly see the keyboard anymore. If that wasn’t a sign from the Lord it was time to quit, I didn’t know what was. With a flinch of pain, I turned off my machine and tried to settle my mind. I’d done a solid nine hours of work. Surely that was enough for any mortal human, no matter how important their position. There came a point when it was all just useless anyway, the mind no longer able to focus.
Water cascaded down onto the white porcelain, making a very distinctive sound. Looking forward to a good, warm soak, I stripped off my clothes and stepped indeed the spray. Letting the warm spray embrace me. Standing naked in the misty warmth, it wasn’t long before there was another kind of embracing going on, at least in my head.
The relaxation of my body had made its way to my mind, allowing my imagination to take over full control of my thought processes. Ones that turned to Ryan’s firm body pressing against me from behind, his gentle hands massaging my tits, making me hum with delight. There was a soft pressure at the small of my back, near my ass. It didn’t take long to figure out what it was.
Reaching around behind me, I took his throbbing shaft in my hand and stroked him as he continued to massage me, paying particular attention to my nipples, as he softly nibbled my neck.
I could feel he was getting close, his cock tensing in my grip. Easing out of his grip, I turned and got to my knees, worshiping his cock with my mouth as well as my hand until he coated my tongue with his hot cum. The warm sweetness filled my mouth as he delivered his load, making me tremble with pure bliss.
Not done with me yet, Ryan gave me time to swallow his gift before taking me by the shoulders. Getting me to my feet, he pressed me back against the cool tile wall as he kissed me, passion burning fiery in his lips. Lips that eventually moved from my mouth, and down my neck, blazing a path going distinctly southward, taking time to appreciate the sights along the way.
Making it down over my belly he detoured down my right leg, traveling from my hip, all the way down to my inner thigh. I could feel the trembles vibrating from the core of me despite the warm deluge, yet he made me wait. Anticipating the sweet relief as he inched upward, his hand following the progress of his lips and tongue.
Finally, he arrived at the final destination, taking me by the hips as he did so, holding me still as he took the first, sl
ow, lingering lick of my tender pussy lips. My gasp echoed off the damp porcelain, my pleasure reflected back into my ears, echoing though my head. Tightening his grasp on my hips, he picked up speed, adding pressure to my most sensitive parts, drawing a long, passionate moan from me as he swirled hi talented tongue around my clit.
Releasing one of my hips, but keeping a firm grip on the other, Ryan added two fingers, wetting them well beforehand. I nearly howled with pure pleasure as he worked my pussy while treating my hard little clit to the glory that was his tongue.
I came fast and hard, my entire body shaking against the cool, hard wall, as he licked lightly on my tender pussy lips, easing me back down to earth. When I was completely calm, my breathing returned to a more regular pace, he rose to his feet, once again towering over me.
With a tender kiss, he turned me around, so I was facing the wall and bent my over at the waist. Stroking my lower back with his free hand, he got me into position. Head down, ass up, hands braced against the wall for support. I flinched, ever so slightly, at the first touch. The head of his massive cock gliding lightly over my sensitive pussy, making me hum and moan quietly, biting my lip to keep from getting too loud. I wasn’t sure what I was afraid of, other than my own hang-ups, but I didn’t want to be a noisy Nancy, even while I was getting fucked.
Easing the head of his cock into my tight little pussy, he paused for a moment to let me get used to the feeling, which was overwhelming even in my imagination. It felt like he was filling up every last centimeter I had to spare.
Slowly, I started to adjust to the sheer size of him, my pussy walls relaxing to let him ease in farther. By the time he was about a third of the way in, his cock pulsing inside me like a second heartbeat, I was fully relaxed and confident I could take the whole thing. Sweetheart that he was, Ryan only went in a little further, roughly half his full length submerged inside me.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” I heard him say, his voice bouncing off the walls.
Some very good advice I immediately put into action, taking a deep breath in and slowly letting out as he started to move. He worked his considerable girth inside me, never failing to hit something important with each pass, be it my clit or my g-spot. And more frequently, both at the same time.
My pussy started to grip him tighter as he moved, not only used to the feeling of him gently pumping my pussy but wanting more. As when he was licking me, Ryan started slowly gaining in both speed and intensity, easing me into it, making sure I was okay with what was happening before continuing, let alone trying something else. I knew I could trust him and just relaxed, letting him do whatever he wanted with me, sure it would feel good.
While he still had his cock in my pussy, I felt a strange sensation. Pleasurable, certainly, but also very new, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it at first. To the point I wasn’t actually sure what was happening for the first little while, just that my pleasure level went through the roof. Ryan's hand started stroking my asshole with his thumb as he fucked me. Adding the pleasure of the nerve-endings found there, to the already incandescent joy of his gorgeous cock moving in me.
“Like that?” he asked, as he had with everything else.
“Yes!” I blurted, unable to contain my enthusiasm.
Encouraged, he did it more, pressing a little harder, making me yelp with the joy of it all. A sweet tremble running through me like ripples on a pond.
I reached a beautiful orgasm, my head actually lifting, at least as far as it could, as I moaned, feeling like a she-wolf in heat. Ryan was close behind, filling me up with his thick, warm cum.
The water cascaded off my back, the cool tiles under one hand as I bent over in the shower, two fingers submerged to the third knuckle in my pussy. As close as I could get to approximating the size of a cock, though from the looks of it, at least in my imagination, Ryan’s looked like it would be more like three or four fingers worth. I smiled at the idea as I carefully withdrew, spent but happy for the experience. Weariness joined the relief as I toweled off. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I not only intentionally went to bed, passing out on the couch or at my desk the usual way of things, but went to bed early, the morning light not even visible through my window.
Chapter Two
Days passed without note. Even with a more regular sleep pattern, facilitated by my new ritual to the thought of Ryan before bed each night, there was enough to keep my days more than occupied. Were it not for blessed distractions, like food, calls and the need to release some long acquired sexual frustration, it was possible my brain could have fried from sheer focus and stress.
Not really a good result for anyone. Least of all me, a factor I was taking into consideration more. Not least because of the impact my untimely demise would have on things at work. The city could fall into chaos. At least so my ego told me, even though there were some things it was beyond the scope of one person to completely resolve, no matter how important they were, and I certainly wasn’t one of them.
I was just one of the many staff members who helped the actually powerful do what they did. No one was an island, unless you counted hermits, but who really could? They’d have to find them first.
The rhythm of work lulled me, the very fact that there was something to be done, a purpose to be served, gave shape and meaning to my existence. Ever since I was little, I was always very much one of those people who thrived on structure. The worst part of camp every year was the so called ‘free time.’ I had no idea what to do with myself and mostly just fret until some semblance of organization reasserted itself.
It was probably at least part of why I took such immense joy in planning the St. Paddy’s Day parade, usually doing the whole thing myself. Others got their ideas in, too, of course. No plan being perfect first try, there were always things that needed to be tweaked. I was a bit of a control freak but nowhere near being precious. The first concept was mine and that was enough. Much to the relief of most of the other staff at the office, the planning of the parade generally seen as an elephantine task rife with pitfalls.
Not least because of the expectation of the citizens. Most seemed happy to let me do most of the work, only making adjustments when needed. It was a system that worked well for everyone. No wonder my stomach lurched when I got the notification.
Right there, on my calendar, as though scrawled on the city gates in my blood, the announcement of the forth-coming St. Paddy’s Day parade. The one I hadn’t had a moment to plan, let alone consider, swamped as I was with other work. Work that had been assigned by Ryan, around the same time he asked me for my contacts.
“That bastard!”
Radiating with a burning rage that could have registered in kelvin, I dialed his direct phone number and waited to unleash the fury of hell upon his puny, mortal head.
“Hello?”
I skipped over the pleasantries and launched into my tirade. “How dare you steal my parade idea! Well, not my idea, I haven’t thought of one yet, but the St. Paddy’s Day parade is my thing. Everyone knows that.”
“Yeah, I’m really sorry about that. I’ve been trying really hard to impress someone at work and I got carried away. I know how important the parade is to the city, and to her.”
I could almost hear my heart rip in two. It was stupid really, to ever think he liked me the way I liked him. I still didn’t doubt his friendliness was genuine, not the usual shaking hands and kissing babies bullshit, but that was all it was. He didn’t see me as any more than a friend, which was really more than I should have hoped for with him being my boss and all.
I couldn’t help but feel a little stupid. Like a schoolgirl with a crush on a handsome teacher. It was never going to happen the way I’d hoped, but I could always fantasize.
Remembering my professional demeanor, I tried a different tack, still wanting to stay on his good side, despite my outburst. “Do you need any help with it? I mean, it looks like everything is ready to go by the announcement, but can I help put things together?�
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Anything was better than nothing at that point. I would have checked the oil in all the floats just so I could be involved.
“Actually, yes, I could use some help. I need someone to get some flowers for me and bring them in to the office.”
“Flowers?”
“Yes, absolutely vital.”
“Okay, what kind of flowers?”
“Oh, anything thing you like, I leave that entirely to you. A mixed bouquet is probably best unless you happen to have a strong preference for one variety over another.”
“Okay.”
“You’ll need to take a test for the virus before you go. You’ll be acting on my behalf and I want to make sure you are covered. Particularly considering you’ll be coming to the office.”
“Okay,” I said, trying to sound agreeable.
“Great, I’ll send a doctor around.”
“Doctor? Doctors do house calls?”
“Not as a matter of course, but most can be persuaded with enough money. It is more of a professional convention that they stopped. There’s no law against it.”
“Makes sense.”
“I’ll send them right now, you should get the result soon. Fingers crossed, hey?”
He said the last bit with a joking air, letting me know he wasn’t really concerned. I was starting to be, just a little. Nothing seemed to be wrong, but I could always be asymptomatic. Nothing like the 24-hour news cycle to make you feel paranoid.
Chapter Three
The rug nearly caught fire, at least that was what it felt like. I’d been pacing so long I nearly lost track of the time. A watched pot might never boil but at least the same couldn’t be said for the turning of time. It always continued on its endless, predictable march. It was a comfort in a weird way.
It might as well have been cannon shots. The knocks, few, firm, and professional sounded insanely loud on the hollow plywood of the door. Moving at double time, I opened it to a pleasant looking woman in PPE. She had one of those plastic face shields, like, a translucent welder’s mask, as opposed to the cloth mask, so I could actually see her face.
