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By *ig1gaz1 OP Man
over a year ago
bradford |
It was a hot, steamy Saturday morning around nine and knowing the office air conditioning couldn’t cope with the heat and humidity, I had worn summer clothes – shorts, halter top, sandals and my hair pulled into a ponytail. Upon walking into the semi-cool office from the outside, I was glad of my choice. Everyone else had also opted for “Casual Saturday” dress. It was bad enough having to work on the weekend without being uncomfortable.
As with most Saturdays, living at the office, especially after my recent promotion, was a requisite. My self-imposed assignments were to complete a large report and some paperwork for the Aaronson Installation. Will Jones, my project leader for it, had gathered our team to uncover some ways to shore up the ever-slipping completion date.
As I unlocked my office door, I heard a noise from inside. It sounded as if something had fallen or had been dropped. The janitorial service had strict orders to close the office window after each night’s clean up. Birds had sometimes flown in through the open window and knocked things over attempting to escape. But as I walked in and saw the window closed and did a quick inventory, everything appeared fine.
I walked over to my desk, an oversized dark mahogany antique that had taken weeks to find. Once again irritation overtook me, “Why on earth was this office laid out like this!” Damn! The cleaning service manager had been reading books on feng shui! My large desk was pulled back into the corner, chairs set up in a line in front, more like a classroom than an executive’s office.
Muttering to myself, I walked back to the door and pushed it closed with a bit too much force. As it slammed I thought I heard a muffled noise coming from my desk. The glare from the windows cascaded straight onto the surface creating dark shadows making it very difficult to see. Still, I quickly peered into the gloom around the desk and saw nothing.
The filing cabinet now at the side of my desk contained everything about the Aaronson Installation, except for data and e-communications in my computer. Walking over to the cabinet, I retrieved the file, selected a CD for the player and dropped my bag onto the floor.
My sandals made soft whispering sounds as I returned and sat in the chair. The file had to be completely reviewed before Monday, so I swung around parallel to the desk, crossed my legs with my left foot nervously jiggling a short distance into the dim desk well, leaned back and began to read, making notes. Unconsciously, I reached over and pushed the monitor’s on/off switch. I hit the keyboard with the same automated effort and the computer pinged with the receipt of an IM.
Swiveling my chair to take a look, I squared myself at the desk with my legs tucked in the desk well. The IM was from Andy, the spousal, as he referred to himself. Just as I began to open the message box, there was a quick knock at the door and it almost immediately opened. Will walked in, closing the door behind him. Mentally groaning, “here we go again,” his intentions, as always, were to present yet another stumbling block in completing the installation. There was no point in faulting Will for this. I had selected him for his attention to detail, yet I had so hoped he would learn to slip some good news into the discussion from time to time.
Will droned on and suddenly I had the unmistakable sensation of being kissed on my leg! I froze for a nanosecond -- “No, it’s probably a bug!” Panicked, I reached to brush it away when something gripped my fingers, not letting go! I let out a little squeal and then nervously laughed, realizing that my fingers were still trapped in this surprise grip. Simultaneously, a warm breath on my thigh and another kiss seized me. Oh my god! Looking quickly between my legs under the desk – it was Andy!
Good grief! “What am I going to do!” ran rapidly through my mind. My recent promotion allowed little room for silliness at this point. The proprieties must be maintained…a line from an old movie slipped in and out of my head.
The squeal forced a nimble explanation as Will looked curiously at me.
“It was a bug on my leg,” I laughed nervously, “and it startled me.”
All the while I was trying unobtrusively to free my fingers from Andy’s hand.
The email inbox pinged again and this time popped open to the message: “I’m under the desk. Let’s play. – Andy.”
My fingers were still imprisoned so I was unable to free my hand to close the screen before Will could read it. My temper quickly flared but just as suddenly Andy released my hand. I calmly reached for the mouse and closed the screen – all the while I listened to Will. Luckily he remained at the other side of the desk but then I realized this is why the office furniture had been moved – feng shui be damned! This was all Andy’s doing.
Again, hot breath on my calf ran up my thighs and then a tongue. Soft little licks moved closer and closer up my inner thigh. As quickly as it had appeared my temper dissolved and a secret smile played across my mouth. Will took forever to cover everything and asked far too many questions for my current state. As suddenly as he had begun, Andy stopped. With a small measure of relief I sighed and began to push my chair back a little just as my foot was grabbed. A sandal was slipped off and my foot was in Andy’s hands.
I almost screamed, “Andy, get out of there!” But then all decorum would have been lost and, knowing him, he probably wouldn’t have come out anyway. Sometimes he was absolutely, incorrigibly wicked. And I knew without a doubt this would be his plan for the rest of the day.
Quietly, Andy started to massage my toes, kissed my calf and tongued on down towards my foot. Desperately I tried to push him away with my other foot while acting natural and saying nothing. I thought to myself, “When we are alone he is so going to get a kick!” Unexpectedly, my toe popped into his mouth, knowing how fond I am of that, Andy sucked gently on it. Squirming in my chair was NOT an option as Will meandered on and on.
I could not cut him short, since some of Will’s points were valid but my concentration was precarious. Andy swirled his tongue around the pad of my foot and among my toes. I put my hand to my mouth trying to turn the half moan, half squeal into a yawn.
Still looking at Will, I said, “You know those are complex questions you raise. We need to get the team together Monday, do some brainstorming and develop an action plan.”
As I spoke, Andy’s hand moved up my leg, to my thigh and then it rested just where my shorts began. In a slightly unsettled voice I heard myself say, “Will, could you go ahead and set up that meeting and prepare an overview of all the issues for the team?”
“No problem, Gia, but since they are all here in the office this morning, I’ll just go call them in.”
At that, Andy put a toe back in his mouth and sucked deeply. I could read his mind! He was thrilled now that he could tease me longer if they all came in. Urgently I needed to buy time to get Andy out of here.
“Will, I need to read one more report before we get together just to make sure I have the project milestone corrections in my head. Give me a half hour, ok?”
Andy’s fingers ran under the leg of my shorts. I gasped and cleared my throat as his hand stopped. If Will were to look over the desk he would see Andy’s fingers! “Lord! This man is going to die!”
“Sure, a half hour is fine. I’ll arrange for all the team to be in here at 10:15 to brainstorm. Maybe we can get it finalized in one meeting.”
As he spoke, Will leaned forward; I swore he saw Andy’s hand! Will smiled, slowly turned and started to walk towards the door and out of the office. Andy softly began chuckling at the thought of the next prank and knocked his elbow against the desk.
Will stopped his progress to the door, “What was that?”
“Gee! I didn’t hear anything! Must be something on the CD,” I said while Andy chuckled again.
Will glanced at the CD player and then stretched his neck to get a better view of my desk and walked around to the side of it to where I was sitting. Andy heard him approach and rapidly ran his tongue up my hot thigh then withdrew into the darkness before Will appeared at my side. Quickly, I dropped the file over my lap and leaned forward shielding the hiding place of my soon- to-be-dead spousal. “It’s okay. Will can’t see anything now!” I thought to myself.
“Is there anything else?” I asked.
Meanwhile Andy seized the moment of total darkness and, with the cover from the file on my lap, ran a hand along each thigh gently teasing me with light touches. I loudly coughed and hurried Will along.
“If not, I’ll see you in half an hour.”
Will smirked at me, “That’s a big file you have there, Gia, you think a half hour is all you’ll need?”
As I pondered the question and hoped Will wasn’t aware of the exact situation under my desk, Andy’s fingers traced along the seam of my shorts where my flesh moved under the cloth. I desperately tried to suppress a giggle at the tickle and electricity, “Yes, you’re right, Will. Give me an hour then.”
Will smiled, walked away and out the door, and then craned his neck as he closed it to see what he could. I watched him leave, raised a hand and gave a little wave as fingers pushed my shorts up about ½ inch and gently moved from side to side.
The instant the door shut I gave a big kick and violently whispered, “Andy you bastard, come out NOW!”
Leaning forward out of the gloom, Andy’s head appeared and he smilingly said, “Surprise!” |
