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MATURE STORY #10
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Story Name: Office Intrigue
"Hold
that elevator!"
The doors were just beginning to slide shut when I heard
the sound of fast-moving high heels on the lobby's marble
floor, and a breathless female voice calling out to me to
hold the doors. I reached down and jammed my thumb on the
'open doors' button, just in time to prevent them from
closing. As they jerked back open again, the woman
stumbled into the elevator with me:
"Thanks!" she said, " I thought I was
going to break my goddamn ankle running in these heels!"
She was breathing hard, her face a little flushed, as she
reached up to fix her hair. She was a good fifteen years
older than me; a slim brunette with shoulder-length hair
and hazel eyes. Brushing her hair back from her face she
flashed me a smile, and the elevator started to move.
"Which floor?" I asked.
"Same as you." she replied, looking down at the
button panel and seeing that I had selected '17'.
I looked over at her again, studying her a little closer
this time. "Do you work for Chadwick Associates as
well? I don't think I've seen you before."
"Well," she explained, "I'm actually just
starting this week. I'm Suzanne Lee, the new Regional
Account Manager." She extended her hand, eyebrows
raised in an inquisitive 'and-you-are?' expression.
"Ben Stephens, Associate" I said, "Which
is actually a glorified term for 'Office Slave'."
She laughed, "Yeah, I think the guy flipping burgers
down at Wendy's is an 'Associate' as well." She
paused and looked me up and down. I straightened my back,
subtly drawing myself up to my full 6'2", my broad
shoulders widening and filling out my Kenneth Cole suit.
"Office Slave, huh? Well, well..." Subtle
smiles crept across our faces as the elevator slowed and
we arrived at the 17th floor.
"Give me a shout if you need me for anything."
I said as we stepped out. "I'll be right here
playing Minesweeper and checking my email." She
winked and disappeared round the corner into her office.
I sat down at my desk, switching on my computer and radio,
settling in for another long day of menial office labor.
After half an hour, I got up and walked round to the
coffee machine. Partly to get a cup of coffee, but mostly
because the machine was located just outside Suzanne's
office. Placing a cup under the spout, I glanced over my
shoulder, peering between the slats of the venetian blind
in her window. She was hanging up her coat, and as she
stood, reaching up to hang it on the rack behind her desk,
I was able to look at her a little more closely. She was
a petite woman, narrow-waisted with a tight, firm ass
wrapped up in a tight, gray, knee-length business skirt.
As she lowered her arms and turned back to her desk, the
fabric of her white shirt moved across her chest,
allowing me to see the outline of her firm breasts. My
eyes lingered there for a little while, before moving up
her neck to her face, and I jumped a little when our eyes
met and I realized that she had been watching me watch
her. She narrowed her eyes a little, and tightened her
lips feigning a kind of seething rage, and I raised an
approving eyebrow in her direction, pouting and stroking
my chin, cartoonishly seductive. We held each other's
gaze for a second before her eyes flicked down suddenly.
She raised a finger and pointed at the coffee machine. I
looked down and emitted a small cry of surprise when I
saw the coffee running down the side of the machine and
pooling on the carpet at my feet. Blushing, I switched
off the machine and fumbled with a fistful of napkins. As
I threw the soaking mass of brown tissue into the trash,
I glanced back through the blind. Suzanne was now on the
phone, but she gave me a 'Dear me, how disappointing'
look, shaking her head slowly at me, rolling her eyes and
fighting back a smile.
I took my coffee back over to my desk and sat down.
"Slick, real slick..." I thought to myself. I
was just about to start a spreadsheet task I had to do,
when my extension rang. I picked it up and leaned back in
my chair.
"Hello?"
"Hi Ben, Suzanne here."
"Oh, hi." I had a feeling it would be her,
"Can I help you with something?"
"Actually I'd like you to step into my office for a
second, please"
"Should I bring anything?"
"No, this won't take a moment"
"OK, I'll be right there."
I hung up and stared at the phone for a moment. I
straightened my tie and stood up, heading over to her
office. I weaved my way through the busy office and
paused at her door, taking a deep breath, no idea what to
expect. I could hear her at her desk; she was on the
phone again. I knocked gently and heard her say "Come
in!" So I entered.
She was seated with her shoes off and her feet on the
desk, with the phone resting under her chin, listening
intently and bouncing the eraser of a pencil on the desk
in front of her. She smiled and gestured for me to sit
down, pointing the pencil at a chair in front of her desk.
She covered the receiver with her hand and whispered
"I'll be with you in just a second." Then she
removed her hand and resumed her phone conversation:
"Yeah...yeah...listen, I...OK, I'll see what I can
do..." Her legs were crossed on the desk, and her
skirt was just above her knee, exposing shapely calves
and lower thighs, encased in dark stockings. After a
while she removed the phone from her ear and held it at
arm's length, allowing the person on the other end to
talk for a good twenty uninterrupted seconds, before
bringing it back to her ear again to say "Uh huh..."
She repeated this several times, obviously not caring
what this man (I could hear it was a man) was saying. She
shifted in her seat, moving her feet along her desk, and
her skirt rode a little higher, exposing the tops of her
stockings, obviously held in place by a suspender belt,
and just an inch or two of lightly tanned skin. "Sure,
sure," she said, her voice tired and exasperated,
"OK look I have to go, I have someone here I have to
see..." As she said this, her eyes flicked over to
me and caught me gazing at her thigh. With a start, she
grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it back down to
her knee, sliding her feet off the table and sitting
straight up in her chair. She held the phone right up to
her mouth and raised her voice, "OK, look, I can't
talk right now, I'll be home around 6, we can continue
this then. Goodbye!" She slammed the phone down hard
and paused before looking up at me.
After a moment, she said, "Ben, were you looking at
my legs?" I hesitated for a second. All traces of
light-heartedness had vanished from her demeanor and I
suddenly felt completely lost. "Well, " I
finally said, "I might have been glancing at them..."
I trailed off, and tried a smile to lighten the mood.
"Now listen, Ben," she said, "let's just
get one thing clear right now, I will not tolerate any
form of sexual harassment." When she said this, I
immediately started to protest. "Oh but hang on a
second..." I started, but she cut me off, "No,
you listen to me! I saw the way you were looking at me
through the window just now." I was now completely
confused. Our interaction in the elevator had been a
little flirtatious, but it was totally unthreatening. Our
little exchange of glances through the window was the
same way. I mean, I guess I had been checking her out,
but surely she knew that I wasn't trying to harass her!
"Do you find me attractive?" she abruptly asked.
A hesitated, unsure if this was a trick, "Um, well,
I mean, sure."
"Were you fantasizing about me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Were you picturing me naked? Imagining what I am
like in bed? Visualizing scenarios?"
"No! No, no, I swear..."
"Do you know who that was on the phone just now?"
"Um...I imagine it was your husband?"
"That's right, it was my husband! Do you know what
he does for a living?"
"No, what?"
"He's an attorney, specializing in sexual harassment"
There was a long silence. She was looking at me sternly,
and I folded my hands in my lap to hide their trembling.
"And do you know what else?"
"What?" I asked, quietly, my head filled with
visions of lawsuits, fines, jail time.
"He's sleeping with his secretary." She stood
up and walked around her desk. "A twenty-two year
old blonde with big tits and no brain. He's been fucking
her for months now."
I had no idea where she was going with this, so I stayed
quiet.
"He thinks I don't know, but I'm not stupid. I could
smell her on him when he used to 'come home late from a
meeting.' So you know what I did? I left a tape recorder
running in his office one afternoon after dropping by
unexpectedly. I want you to hear this..." She
fumbled in her filing cabinet and pulled out a tape
recorder. Laying it on the table in front of me she
inserted a tape and pressed 'play'. The first thing I
heard on the tape was the end of a conversation between
Suzanne and a man who I assumed was her husband.
"OK well, I'll leave you to it honey, I'd better get
back to work now."
"Right, sweetie, thanks for stopping by. Love you!"
"Love you too..." There was the sound of a
quick kiss, and then a door closing. After a few seconds
there was a click as if he had locked the door, then
footsteps across the carpet. Suzanne sat down at her desk
and watched me as the tape continued. There was a small
click, and the man whispered, "It's OK, honey, she's
gone!"
By now Suzanne was standing behind me. "Bitch was in
the closet the whole time I was there!" she said,
almost laughing. The next sounds on the tape were easy to
figure out. The sound of a zipper opening, a fumbling
sound, and then rhythmical noises, slick and wet,
combined with a man moaning in pleasure. "Oh yeah,
baby, suck it..." he said, and a muffled female
voice said "You like that, baby? You want me to suck
it hard or gently?" He replied, "Suck it nice
and gentle, babe, I wanna watch you as you do me..."
I felt my cock becoming hard as the sounds increased in
frequency. Her rapid, voracious slurping and sucking
sounds were almost drowned out by his ecstatic moaning.
She started moaning too and I heard a second sound, a
quick wet jiggling sound, and I realized she was
fingering herself as she sucked him. I shifted
uncomfortably in my seat, becoming aware of Suzanne's
eyes on me, and hearing her lock her office door behind
me. I started breathing heavily, as I realized that the
man on the tape was about to cum:
"Oh god yeah, oh you bitch yeah suck me, drink it
all down!" He cried, and I heard the girl choke for
a second and then long gulping sounds as she swallowed
his cum, both of them moaning. There was a pause on the
tape as she sucked him dry, still fingering her pussy
faster and faster. Her mouth sounded like it was clamped
hard on his wet cock. Her fingers moved faster and faster
in her own cunt until she started to cum. The vivid sound
of this, combined with Suzanne's description of the girl
on the tape, created an incredibly clear image of this in
my head. My cock was now rock hard a fact I tried
my best to hide from Suzanne, who I knew was watching me
intently as we both listened to the tape of her husband
fucking his secretary. Even though the girl's mouth was
firmly plugged by the man's cock, her orgasmic screams
were incredibly loud. "Mmm! Mmmm! MMMM! OHHHHHHHH!"
she cried, "Fuck my mouth, baby! Oh yeah, I wanna
suck you dry!" She squealed a couple more times and
then there was silence, apart from heavy panting. After a
few seconds of this he breathlessly said, "Oh baby,
Suzanne hasn't done that for a LONG time..."
Standing right behind me, Suzanne leaned over me and
quickly shut off the tape. She leaned so close to me that
I could smell her skin, a sweet musky scent that told me
that she had been doing a little more than just listening
while we were listening to the tape. The room was very
quiet, and she walked calmly back to her side of the desk,
slumping back into her chair.
"Your face is a little flushed." she said
"Did you enjoy that a little?"
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