by Kylie Parker
With a shuddering breath, Stephanie moved to lay down on her bed. She ran her palms up and down her stomach and her ribs, delighting in the way her arousal began to slowly swell and swirl in her whole body. She gently focused on her breasts again and moaned softly as she flicked over them, and then rolled them between her fingers.
Stephanie could not help but imagine how it would feel to have Chris’s mouth on her sensitive breasts. She imagined his tongue lavishing over them, and then his teeth gently nibbling at them. She imagined him pinching them hard between his thumb and forefinger and twisting them hard enough to make her cry out.
Stephanie recreated her imaginings with her own touch, and she whimpered as she tormented herself. After she had abused her breasts, she began to slide her hands down her body, gently tracing small circles over her stomach before finally reaching her sensitive mound.
Stephanie raised her knees, placing the bottoms of her feet against the top of the bed, baring her sex and allowing her access to her needy core. She teased at her own folds, just as she longed for Chris to do. She lingered at the tops of her thighs, and gently ran her thumbs and fingers against her outer folds, never really granting herself the touches that she truly and deeply craved.
When she had finally reduced herself to a shaking, moaning mess, she slid a finger through the wetness that had accumulated at her slit, and then dragged her juices up to her clit, and gently swirled around it with the tip of her middle finger.
Stephanie gasped at the soft touch, and her back arched up off the bed as the contact sent jolts of fire to other parts of her body. She pressed down harder against her aching nub and rubbed small circles against herself. She felt her arousal ratcheting ever higher. She gently rocked her hips up, and her inner muscles gently pulsed.
Finally, Stephanie took two fingers and lowered them, then gently pressed them inside of her wet passage. She moaned softly at the feeling of her fingers gently dipping into her wetness and massaging her inner walls. She felt her breath catch as she began to curl her fingers up against her sensitive g-spot, and she ached to speed up and give herself the release that she had been craving ever since she had looked at her boss.
Stephanie felt a rush of shame and embarrassment to be thinking of her employer in such a way, but somehow those emotions only served to make her blood run even hotter, and her arousal even stronger. She pumped her fingers harder into her sex, and she bit her lip as she imagined his fingers once again buried inside of her.
Stephanie’s muscles tightened and flexed, her hips arching up off the bed beneath her as her body strained toward its release. Her blood pounded beneath her skin, and she could feel her mind whirling. She pictured Chris hovering above her, a teasing smile on his face as he pushed her nearer and nearer to her orgasm. Stephanie lowered her other hand down to between her legs, and she began furiously circling her clit even as her other hand worked her finger inside of her.
Stephanie could feel her orgasm close at hand, and she pressed against her swollen, aching nub hard and fast, pressing harder into herself with her fingers. She pumped her hips harder against her working hands, and she gasped as the first powerful wave of her climax overtook her. Her inner muscles clamped down hard on her fingers, and her body jerked as she continues to massage her sensitivity, riding out the powerful climax.
Stephanie moaned softly as she relaxed into the bed beneath her, gently withdrawing her fingers from inside her pulsating sex. She felt the familiar warmth of satisfaction trickle into her limbs, and she laid her head back into her pillow, briefly closing her eyes to revel in her completion. Without fully realizing that she was even tired, Stephanie drifted off to a restful nap.
Chapter Ten
Later, after about an hour of sleep, Stephanie arose with a yawn. She was somewhat embarrassed upon taking in her state of undress, and the smell of her own juices that lingered on her fingers. Her body shuddered as it remembered the wonderful orgasm she had brought herself to, and she blushed in embarrassment as she remembered why she had been so desperate for relieving herself in the first place.
Stephanie shook her head and then rose to go into her small bathroom, intent on cleaning herself up and ridding her mind of thoughts of her boss. It would seem, though, that she was bound to be aroused no matter what she did. The sensation of the hot water of her shower trickling down over her skin only served to revive her excitement. She released a soft breath of air as her soapy hands lingered on her sex and her breasts, and she moaned as she gently massaged herself.
As soon as she really became fully aware of what she was doing, Stephanie pulled her hands away from her sensitized body. She hurriedly rinsed herself off. She took up a towel and hastily dried herself off, but even then her body betrayed her, the rough material of the terry-cloth only serving to further stimulate her. Stephanie frowned in frustration as she wrapped up her hair in her towel, and then moved to pick out a pair of clothes.
She carefully selected a pair of loose shorts that would be sure not to brush against her sensitive, and obviously needy sex. She put on a lightly padded bra, just in case her nipples got hard again, they would not be seen through her lightweight shirt. She was relieved by the comfort of being dressed in clothes that wouldn’t tease her, but somehow her body managed to stay worked up all the same.
Stephanie would soon discover that she was bound to be frustrated all weekend. It seemed that no matter what she did, she could not fully clear her mind of the memory of her employer’s hands softly satisfying the needs of her body. However, while he had satisfied her, it seemed that his attentions had only served to make her ache for more. No matter how she tried to keep her mind and her time occupied, her core seemed desperate for attention.
What made matters far worse, was that no matter how many times and how many ways she touched herself, she never seemed to be able to match the level of absolute completion that Chris had brought to her. Maybe it was because his fingers were thicker than hers, or perhaps he was just more skilled in the art of manual sex. Either way, Stephanie could never fully satisfy herself, and she was reduced to a mess of frustration.
Stephanie brooded over this fact. Surely he had known that this would happen. Her suspicions continued to build, even as she was getting ready for work on Monday morning. She was glad that she had finally elevated to the level of anger, rather than just frustration. She had no idea how she was going to make it through her workday if her body continued to demand attention the way it had been all weekend. Still, it was her job, and she had little choice of whether she wanted to go.
So, once she was dressed, Stephanie left and locked up her apartment, and then moved out to the parking garage to get in her car. As she drove, she felt the familiar insistent tingle between her legs, and she suddenly felt an amount of apprehension about going into the office. She knew that one look from Chris would surely be enough to dissolve all her self-control and have her begging on her knees for his touch.
Stephanie shook her head and took a deep breath. She couldn’t very well get herself off in the middle of the morning traffic, and she would absolutely not be begging anyone for sexual favors in the middle of the work day. Stephanie ground her teeth together with firm resolve. When she finally arrived at the office, she pulled into the parking garage.
Upon turning off the car, she sat in the driver’s seat for a moment. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, collecting herself for whatever the day brought her. She resolved to keep her demeanor professional and to keep her eyes off of her boss. She was lucky to have this job, and she didn’t want the needs of her young and restless body to get in the way of her entire future. Finally, with that reminder in her head, Stephanie got out of her car and moved into the office building.
Upon entering, Stephanie was greeted by the wide smiles of her party.
“Hey, great party!” a man by the name of Jack, said to her.
“Definitely!” a woman named Janice agreed as she passed by.
Stephanie could only s
mile and accept praise as she slowly made her way through the building toward Chris’s office. She felt slightly embarrassed by all the attention, but also very accomplished by the fact that all her hard work and planning had paid off. By the time she reached Chris’s office, she was full to the brim with happiness. She moved into the office with a smile on her face, going immediately to her desk to set her things down.
“Well, I think someone’s having a good morning,” Stephanie jumped as she heard Chris’s familiar drawl from his desk.
“You, you’re here early,” she stammered hastily, taken off guard by his presence.
“I do that from time to time,” Chris quipped, granting her a teasing smile.
Stephanie groaned internally as, just as she suspected, her body was immediately awoken and aroused by the sound of his voice and the sight of him reclining in his chair at his desk. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and she hurried to look away from him before she completely lost any modicum of self-control that she had once possessed.
“Let me get the coffee started,” she murmured and moved over to the small machine in the corner.
Stephanie started the machine and then moved over to her desk to begin arranging all her things for the day. She schooled herself to remain calm and reasonable, and not to be overtaken by her unwavering desire. When the coffee was done, she easily made up his cup and set it on his desk in front of him before wordlessly moving back over to the machine to make her own cup.
Stephanie sat down at her desk and sipped at her coffee. She saw Chris approaching her from across the room, and she tried desperately to lower the rate at which her heart was pounding.
“Okay, now that the party is finally over and done with,” Chris said. “I think we can sort of fall back into our regular routine from before.”
Stephanie almost physically cried at the news. Now, they would both be working in much closer proximity. She would have to attend meetings with him once more and listen to his voice as he gave her instructions. The very idea was enough to make her feel weak, but she knew that she had little choice. This was, after all, her job.
“Yes, sir,” Stephanie nodded, still not looking up at him, lest she be overtaken by his appearance as well as his proximity.
“Stephanie?” she heard his concerned voice.
“Yes?” she responded, hoping that her voice did not reflect the turmoil unfolding inside of her.
“Are you alright?” he asked her. “You seem a little bit flustered today. Is there anything going on that I should know about?”
Stephanie almost laughed. If she told him what was wrong with her, he would either be so amused that he would laugh her out of the office, or he would certainly use it to drive her even madder with her desire for him. At this point, she didn’t know which would be worse.
“I’m fine,” Stephanie said, her voice slightly strained. “I just have a lot on my mind is all.”
“Anything I can help with?” Chris asked, and Stephanie could tell that his offer was genuine. If only he knew that he was the source of all her distraction.
“Everything is fine,” Stephanie granted him a small smile.
“Well, I hope so,” Chris said. “Because I need you to accompany me to a sort of meeting tonight. It’s not a conventional meeting. You would have to wear formal attire like you wore to the party.”
Stephanie was both parts amused and intrigued.
“There will be a dinner involved,” he explained further. “And then we will meet with some colleagues of mine. It won’t be anything out of the ordinary. You will take notes, and we will discuss a few things later. It’s just held outside of our office. Will you be able to do it?”
Stephanie vaguely considered telling him that it was outside the realm of possibility. She was going to have a hard enough time getting through the workday with him, much less going to some formal meeting and dinner with him. Even imagining sitting down with him at a table in a quiet restaurant was enough to make her shiver.
On the other hand, though, she was his personal assistant. He likely did really need her there to fulfill the various duties and tasks that were already required of her. If she refused, she would likely have to have a very good reason, and she could not come up with even a bad one. So, she supposed she would simply have to manage her body’s demands enough to endure this night.
“Of course,” she finally answered. “It’s my job.”
“Great,” Chris said, shooting her a broad smile. “Now come over here, I need your help sorting through some of these files.”
Stephanie got up from her desk and followed him. With that, their day together began. Stephanie was relieved to find that it was quite a busy day. Chris had her all but running around the office taking care of all manner of copies and deliveries. She was more than grateful for the activity. She had no idea what she would have done if she had simply been cooped up in the office with him all through the day.
Chapter Eleven
At last, the time came for both of them to pack up and head home for the day. Stephanie packed up all her things from her desk, ready to go home and finally be able to relax.
“I thought you could drive over to my house at about seven this evening,” Chris said from his own desk.
Stephanie’s heart sank. In the business of the day, she had all but forgotten that she had to attend a meeting with Chris that night.
“Sounds good,” she said, trying to keep her tone as buoyant as possible.
“Great,” Chris said. “I’m really looking forward to it. And I can’t wait to see you.”
The last comment sent a tingle straight through Stephanie’s body to linger in her core, and she tightly gripped her bag and clenched her teeth to maintain control of her body.
“I’ll see you tonight,” she said and sent a smile his way. “Have a good afternoon, sir.”
“You too,” he replied, giving her a broad smile.
Stephanie went out to her car and huffed as she sat in the driver’s seat. She had the urge to scream, but she managed to contain herself. Taking a deep breath, she started the car and pulled out of her parking space, then began the drive back to her apartment.
Once she got home, she flopped down onto her couch and rubbed at her temples in aggravation. Her body was already beginning to test her, and she really didn’t know how she would make it through the rest of her night. Wherever they were going, she really hoped that there would be copious amounts of alcohol there.
Stephanie rose with a sigh and decided to make use of her time. She briefly arranged her apartment, making sure that it was organized the way she liked it. After about an hour, she reluctantly decided to begin the process of getting ready for her evening and the meeting with Chris.
Stephanie moved over to her closet and began sorting through her selection of clothes. She was briefly worried that she wouldn’t be able to find anything suitable for the evening. Thankfully, close to the back of her closet, she came across a small, black dress that she had purchased for some occasion or other, but hadn’t ended up actually wearing. So, she decided that was what she would wear tonight.
Stephanie dressed in a matching black thong and bra and then moved in front of her mirror to brush some makeup on her face. She decided on some smoky eye makeup, and a dark red lipstick. She arranged her hair on the top of her head and pinned it securely. She gave herself a good once-over in the mirror and then sighed once she decided she was satisfied.
With her makeup done, she slipped into the dress and slid on a pair of black heels. She smoothed out the soft satin of the dress, making sure there were no wrinkles. She collected the black clutch that she had used at the party, and made sure it held essentials such as extra lipstick and mints and some money just in case. She also collected a black leather jacket and headed out the door.
She left her apartment and headed for her car. Once inside, she felt a familiar buildup of nerves and excitement. She took a deep breath, and tightly gripped the steering wheel as she drove. S
he hoped on one hand that she could somehow maintain her composure for the rest of the evening. On the other hand, she hoped that the evening would escalate beyond her control, and she would get yet another taste of Chris’s skillful touch…
Stephanie shook her head and ground her teeth. She could feel her blood racing and her heart pounding. This was certainly not the ideal way to start off what was sure to be a trying evening anyway. Stephanie focused on her breathing and made sure that it was even, trying to calm both her mind and her body. By the time she arrived at Chris’s house, she felt that she had regained most of her control.
Stephanie got out of the car in the garage, feeling much calmer and stable. She gave herself a close look in the window of the Bentley. She then moved over to the door to the kitchen, and went ahead and let herself in.
“Hello?” she called as she stepped into the house.
“Hey!” she heard Chris respond. Shortly thereafter, he rounded the corner into the kitchen, and Stephanie tightly gripped the edge of the island to keep her knees from buckling.
While Chris always made a point of looking immaculate, tonight he looked even better. She could tell that his jet black suit was of the highest quality, and had been made to fit him perfectly. His white shirt was crisp, and his cuff links held a stone that she imagined was most surely a diamond. He wore a black vest beneath his jacket, and a dark red, paisley tie was tucked into it. His blond hair was carefully combed, and his blue eyes twinkled at her.
“You look stunning,” he said softly, and Stephanie shivered pitifully at his words.
“So do you,” she breathed out the compliment.
“Only for you, of course,” Chris said, and winked at her, a playful smile on his lips. “Come on, let’s get out of here. We don’t want to be late for dinner.”
Chris crossed the room and offered her his arm. Stephanie hesitated for a moment, and Chris raised his eyebrow at her.
