She was here for the job interview. Receptionist. Personal assistant. Sometimes he changed the title, but ultimately, he didn't care what the job was called. As long as whoever filled the position was...capable. And looking at her now, at her long legs beneath her fitted skirt, at the way her blouse hugged her curves gently - yes, she would be perfect.
He glanced down at the resume in his hand. She had some experience - with reception, that is - but her youth would make her cautious. He looked up at her and smiled. "Looks good to me," he told her, his smile widening at the obvious relief in her face. "When can you start..." he checked the paper again, "...Melanie?"
Melanie's face lit up. "Right away," she told him. "I can start right now, if you like."
Perfect. Adam threw the paper onto his desk and moved toward her, hand outstretched. "Excellent," he said, shaking her hand. "Let's get you set up."
Her hand was warm in his, and he held the clasp a little longer than necessary. He saw uncertainty flash through her eyes, and chuckled inwardly as he released her. It was part of the enjoyment, watching them figure it out. What he was after.
It took only minutes to show her the desk, to explain the basics of the job. She seemed comfortable with what he was telling her, and as the minutes passed, became more relaxed. The office was small, just his desk and hers, separated by a partition, but he told her that in time he was planning to expand the business. “For now it’ll just be you and me, though,” he said with a grin. “Hope that won’t bother you.”
She glanced over her shoulder from where she’d been checking out the view from the window. “No problem, sir. I’m pretty flexible about hours and stuff, too.”
Adam walked up behind her. “Great. And it’s Adam, by the way. If we’re going to work so closely together, we should be on a first name basis, don’t you think?” He touched her arm gently and felt a tug of desire at the softness of her skin. She didn’t flinch at his touch, and that was a good sign.
Instead she turned her body slightly to face him, innocence in her smile as she said, “Ok, Adam. And I guess I’d better get started, though, so you don’t regret giving me this position.”
“Oh, I won’t, Melanie, don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll exceed my expectations.”
The job wasn’t stressful, and Melanie felt comfortable fielding the few calls that came in, and typing up a couple of letters to suppliers. Adam seemed to run a decent business, and it seemed to have run quite well without her. She wondered why he’d hired her in the first place, and then remembered that he said he was planning to expand. Maybe he was just getting her trained so she’d be ready for busier times.
For the past two hours, since she’d been officially hired and had started working, Melanie hadn’t seen or heard much from Adam. He’d been on the phone mostly, but his voice was muffled by the partition and the music he had playing, and she couldn’t tell who he was talking to. But now he walked around the partition and smiled at her as she looked up.
“Everything going all right?”
“You bet,” she replied. “Nothing here I haven’t done before.”
Her response made his smile widen, though she wasn’t sure why. But then he frowned slightly and looked chagrined. “I’m sorry, though, Melanie, but something’s come up and I need to say late tonight. Do you think you’d be able to stay with me, in case I need anything from you? I’d pay you overtime, of course,” he said, as he saw her look of uncertainty.
Melanie’s expression cleared and she smiled. “Sure, no problem. It wouldn’t look too good to say no to the boss on the first day, would it?”
Adam chuckled. “Keep that in mind,” he joked, and touched her arm again before he turned and left. Melanie’s eyes widened at the contact, and at the look in his eyes, and she wondered at the pounding she suddenly felt in her chest, at the loose feeling in her joints. Why did she feel that way when he touched her? She shook her head to clear out those thoughts. “Get back to work,” she told herself.
It was past seven when Adam suddenly reappeared in front of her desk, holding a bottle of wine. She looked up, surprised.
“I thought we could relax a little while we wait for my conference call,” he explained, putting two glasses on the table. “Why don’t you shut that down for the night,” he gestured to her computer, “and come tell me about yourself.” He poured as he spoke, so before she had finished closing down her files, he was holding out a glass of red wine.
She took it from him, but hesitated. “I’m not much of a drinker,” she confessed.
Adam moved a step closer and held his own glass up to hers. “We can change that,” he grinned. “Cheers.”
Melanie sipped, and closed her eyes as she felt the wine course through her body. She opened her eyes and took another sip, then laughed at the look Adam sent her. “Ok, I’m not a drinker, but this is amazing,” she giggled.
Adam laughed with her, and taking her hand, led her to a small sofa that lined one wall of his office space. He pulled her down beside him, and said, “So let’s get acquainted, then, shall we?”
Melanie took another, longer sip, and sighed. He could tell she was feeling the wine work its way to her head, making her feel bolder, more reckless.
“What would you like to know about me?” she sighed.
Adam enjoyed the way her body was angled toward his, and felt that tug of desire growing. He sipped his own wine, then placed his glass on the small table beside the couch. “Well, Melanie,” he said, placing his hand gently on her thigh, “if you’re going to be working for me, I should know what makes you tick.”
Melanie noticed the hand on her thigh, and as Adam watched, he could see her brows furrow. He knew what she was thinking all right: What was she doing? Cuddled up here with her boss, someone she hardly knew, after all.
“Um, I think I should go,” she said, glancing at Adam. She wobbled as she stood up, the wine left in her glass shook a little.
Adam stood up too, gently, soothing. “Sure, if you’d like. But there’s no rush. And isn’t your head spinning a bit?” he asked, caressing her cheek softly.
Melanie sighed and rested her head against his hand. Her head was spinning after all. She lifted her head and took another sip to wet her throat. “Well, ok. But I just don’t want things to be uncomfortable between us.”
Adam tugged her down again onto the sofa beside him. “Don’t worry. We don’t have to be uncomfortable about anything here. Doesn’t it just feel right to be here like this?” He brought his hand up to caress her face, and had the pleasure of seeing her eyes close as he stroked her cheek. “I just want us to get to know each other.”
Melanie again leaned her head into his hand, and then relaxed her body against the soft cushions of the sofa. She closed her eyes and said, “Well, I’m not a very adventurous person, to be honest. Not very exciting, for sure.” She rolled her head to gaze at him, and he could see that her expression was mellow, open. “I guess you’d say I was pretty boring.”
Adam leaned in and placed his hand on the same spot on her thigh. “I wouldn’t say you were boring,” he told her, gently pressing his fingers into her flesh. He ached to touch her, to slide his hands over that smooth skin, but he held back.
Melanie didn’t seem to realize the way she shifted her body closer to his, the slight pressure she returned against his hand. Since he wanted her to stay that way, he moved slowly. Shifting so that he was facing her on the sofa, Adam let his hand wander gently on her thigh, slow circles that shifted her skirt up and over her knees. “You’re still pretty young,” he assured her. “And I’ve always found that new experiences will fall into your lap when you’re least expecting them to.” He squeezed a little bit harder. “You’ve just got to be open to them.”
Melanie’s hand shook a little now as she took a deep swallow of wine, finishing her glass. Casually Adam reached over and replaced her empty glass with his own, brushing her hand with his fingertips as he did so. “It feels good, doesn’t it? The way the wine flows through you.”
“It does. I...” Melanie’s voice trailed off as Adam’s fingers wandered toward the hem of her skirt, gently teasing the bare skin above her knee. Reaching up, he gently guided the wine glass to her lips for one more swallow, then took the glass and placed it on the table. He could feel her trembling now, and knew that she sensed what he wanted from her. Her breath quickened, and he could see the pulse racing in the soft skin at her throat. It inflamed him, that innocent nervousness, and he gritted his teeth to maintain control.
“I find it so relaxing to lie here,” he told her, his hand now toying with the pale skin of her leg, dipping in and out beneath the hem. Teasing, daring. “Sometimes I stay here all night. It might be a good idea to do that tonight, don’t you think?” He let a finger trail over her parted lips, catching a drop of wine on the tip of his finger and putting it on his own lips. “After all, we’ve had some wine and shouldn’t drive.”
Melanie’s gaze followed his finger as he moved from his lips back to hers, and he felt her warm breath as she parted her lips with a gasp. She lifted her eyes to his lips, and he knew he could kiss her now; that she would be willing. But he wanted more than willing. He wanted begging.
Instead, he let his fingers drift over her flushed cheek, down her fluttering throat, to linger on her collarbone. Her blouse was buttoned decorously, revealing only a glimpse of pale skin beneath, and he gently guided his fingers to the top button. Melanie’s eyes were closed now, and the hand that remained on her thigh felt an involuntary shiver as she moved her leg closer to him. In the quiet of the room, her breathing was the only sound, coming more quickly now. She was past willing now, and he again controlled the urge to rip open her blouse, to thrust up her skirt and devour. Not yet. But soon.
“It’s a bit warm in here, isn’t it,” he said, his voice husky. Melanie only nodded, her breath catching into a new rhythm, as he slowly pulled open the top button. And then the next. The curve of her breast was revealed, with a hint of white lace that draped her skin. His own breath caught at the sight, and he treated himself to another button. Two more, and the blouse lay open before him, though he didn’t yet part it to expose her. Instead, the hand on her thigh crept higher than before, pushing beneath her skirt until his questing fingers touched the lacy edge of her panties. Melanie moaned now, and her pulse raced as she pressed her hips toward him, against the pressure of his hand.
Adam leaned close, his lips to her ear, keeping his fingers light on her thigh. “Do you want me to touch you?” he whispered.
For a moment she didn’t respond, but then, slowly, she nodded.
“Tell me,” he commanded gently. “Say the words.”
Melanie opened her eyes now, glazed with wine and desire. There was hesitation there, a modest uncertainty. It stoked his fires. But she whispered, “I want you to touch me.”
Now he leaned toward her lips, and gently kissed them, just a taste. Then he pulled back, delighted to see her arching toward him. “Now beg me to touch you,” he said, flicking his thumb over the curve of her breast, over the lace on her thigh. “Beg me to touch you.”
There was still hesitation, but her breath was coming so quickly he could see her chest rise and fall beneath her blouse. He felt the arch of her hips toward him, straining against his hand, but he only waited. “I can make you scream with pleasure,” he promised. “But you have to beg me to.”
She opened her lips, and as she did so, he pushed his fingers just under the edge of her panties, under the lace, toward where he could feel the source of her heat. “Oh please,” she moaned, thrusting against him, harder this time. “Please, please, touch me.” She gasped again as his fingers moved, and almost shouted, “Please! I’m begging you to touch me!” Her hips raised off the sofa this time, and he felt wetness against his fingers.
“Yes, God yes, I’ll touch you,” he promised. He pulled open her blouse, rougher now, glorying in the sight of firm, young breasts straining for his hands. He shifted his body so that he was over her, on his knees in front of her now, as she lay on the cushions. He moved his hands over her body, thrilled at the feel of the cloth, such an ineffective barrier. The skirt was pushed, rising up, up, until his hands brushed against that tantalizing bit of lace. Melanie lay with her head back now, against the cushions, back arching as she moved her hips under his hands, her own hands lying limply beside her. Her breath was coming in gasps, but he knew she would have to be patient. He knew what he wanted from her.
But first, he wanted a taste.
Adam ran his hands up her thighs and down again, then placed pressure on the inside, pushing her legs apart. She resisted slightly, that delicate modesty again, and he increased pressure until her knees parted. As he moved her legs apart, he again slid his hands upward, until his fingers gripped her hips on both sides, and his thumbs were just touching the lace of the white panties he could now see. Gently he teased her, dipping his thumbs just under the edge of lace, and was satisfied to see her spread her legs further of her own accord. The sound of her breathing now filled the room.
“Mmm,” he groaned, squeezing his hands more tightly around her hips. Lowering his head, he kissed the inside of first one knee, and then the other. Her skin was soft and pale. Slowly he moved his way up her thighs, always kissing one leg, and then the other. She gasped as his kisses found the tender flesh of her inner thigh, and he could feel the slight, rhythmic thrusting of her body toward him, toward his lips. He could feel the heat from her centre, and knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back for much longer.
Still with his thumbs caressing just under her panties, he moved his lips closer, just to the edge, and kissed her hot skin. She was panting now, little mewing sounds that set him on fire, her fingers clasping the cloth of the cushions beside her. Adam moved his mouth over her, where he could feel the heat and desire pulsing from her, and held his lips there, just above, breathing his warmth onto her skin. He knew she could feel him there, by the way that she suddenly held her breath, waiting, in anticipation. He paused one more moment, inhaling the scent of her desire, and then pressed his open mouth against her throbbing centre.
Melanie reared up, her hands reaching up to grasp his hair, as she moaned out loud and writhed in his hands. He could feel wetness through the cloth, and pressed his mouth more firmly, nibbling through the flimsy barrier. His thumbs worked under her panties now, and he gasped himself as he felt the silky smooth skin of her lips, slippery wet, parted and pulsing under his touch. Melanie kept her hands in his hair as she fell back against the cushion, eyes still closed, back arched as she lifted herself to him.
Now Adam pulled back slightly and gently tugged the panties away to one side, slowly revealing her glistening pussy. He lowered his lips and let his tongue glide over her lips and upward, to feel the hardness of her hot clit. He knew Melanie was panting and writhing, but for the moment, all he could think of was his own desire. Pressing his lips into her again, he thrust his tongue deeply between her lips, feeling wetness surge around his tongue as he probed her depths. The hands that had been clutching her hips now slid upward, and he ripped open the clasp of her bra, frantic to free her waiting flesh.
He squeezed her breasts, filling his hands with them, while filling himself with the taste of her pussy. But he could feel her desire mounting, and he wanted her to pleasure him while she was insane with need. He wanted her to keep begging him to satisfy her. He wanted her to wait, to want him more than anything she’d ever felt.
So he pulled back. His lips slid away from her heat, his hands slid away from her heaving chest, and he sat back on his knees, facing her. It took her a moment, dazed as she was, to open her eyes and look at him. He leaned over her, kissing her face gently, and whispered in her ear, “Now it’s your turn, sweetheart.”
Her brows came together in confusion, but he moved his lips over her face, her neck, and lifted one of her hands in his. “Don’t worry, Melanie,” he murmured. “I’ll show you exactly what I want you to do.”
Adam moved himself back on the sofa, beside her. “I got to know you a bit,” he said, still holding her hand. “So I think it’s only fair that you get to know me the same way. Don’t you think?” As he spoke, he guided her hand downward, to where his body strained to break free from his pants. Her eyes flew to his as he placed her hand on his erection, but he only smiled as he squeezed his hand over hers, inviting her to feel the full length of his hardness.
He heard her quick intake of breath. Keeping her hand under his, he leaned to kiss her again. “Time for you to get to know me,” he repeated. “Slide down in front of me,” he instructed, and gently nudged her off the sofa.
Melanie moved to a kneeling position in front of him, her blouse gaping, bra open, and her skirt still caught up in her panties. Her skin was flushed and sheened with sweat, and her eyes still bore that dazed look. Good. That was exactly what he wanted.
Adam slid down slightly on the sofa, spreading his legs so that she was encompassed between them. Without a word, he guided her hands to his belt, and coaxed her to undo it. Keeping his eyes on her face, he pushed her hands to his button and fly, watching her eyes stay riveted on his body as she slowly pulled them open. Lifting his hips, he again guided her hands to slide his pants down, and she tugged them over his hips and to the floor. He watched her eyes then, and noticed how her breathing sped as she glanced first at the erection straining through his shorts, and then up to his eyes.
“That’s right,” he murmured, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. “You know what I want you to do.”
Melanie hesitated briefly, uncertain, then, driven by curiosity and desire, brushed her fingers over his erection. The power she felt at his answering moan emboldened her, and, before she could think about what she was doing, she had grasped the waste band of his shorts and had pulled them gently over his hips. His erection sprang free, and Melanie gasped again at the sight of the straining cock, full and hard and larger than she had imagined it could be.
She glanced up at his face again, and saw that he was watching her now. His eyes were filled with need, and she felt powerful knowing that she had made him feel that way. Her head still swam from the wine coursing through her, and it gave her courage. Returning her attention to the cock in front her her, she lowered her head.
Adam tensed his body as he felt the first tentative brush of her lips on his cock. The innocent swipe of the tongue that followed it nearly undid him, and he had to clutch the cushions of the sofa beside him to maintain control. “More,” he groaned, his voice husky, and Melanie complied. Her tongue gently ran the length of his cock, and then he felt moist lips surrounding the tip, drawing him in. “Ahh...” he groaned again, reaching up to tangle his hands in his hair, moving with the instinct to keep her there, to revel in the sensation of her lips and mouth surrounding him.
His need spurred her on, and Melanie shuffled closer so that her body was touching his, her breasts brushing against his legs as her mouth became more insistent, pulling more and more of him into herself. The heat in her legs was rising again, and she felt that soon the heat would erupt. If only it could erupt!
She moved more swiftly now, as though the friction she supplied with her lips could assuage the burning desire within her. Her hands grasped his hips, and she drew him closer to her, anything to let her move faster and harder, as her instincts guided her to what she needed.
Adam held her head in his hands, and thrust his cock into her mouth. She was better than he’d ever imagined, and wondered how she knew just what to do for him. There was no hesitation now, and he could feel her body wantonly pressing against his, in an effort to fulfill her own needs.
It was time.
Sitting up abruptly, Adam grasped Melanie by the shoulders and pushed her over onto her back. She lay, looking up at him, panting. Her clothes lay open, her skin slicked with sweat and flushed. Her eyes were bright, and as she stared at him, she spread her legs further, until he could see the moist pink of her pussy waiting for him, the white lace of her panties still pushed to the side of her swollen lips. The sight of it pushed him to the edge. In a moment he was on her, hands buried in her hair, as he thrust his cock deep inside her. She cried out, briefly, but he felt her warm, moist folds take him in fully.
There was no holding back. Again and again he thrust deeply, revelling in the cries she made, cries of pleasure, and surprise. He pulled a flushed nipple into his mouth and sucked deeply, wrenching another cry of pleasure from her lips. His hips pounded into her, and he felt her body lifting, straining against his. Her head thrashed from side to side, and her gasps had become whimpers, short begging whimpers.
“Yes, please, oh, yes...” Her voice was strained, her eyes closed and she met him thrust for thrust, and he knew she was filled with thoughts of him only, of what he made her feel.
Again he pulled a hard nipple into his mouth, sucking more insistently this time, filling himself with the fullness of her flesh. His hands reached around, beneath her, and pulled her even more firmly into himself as he strove to penetrate every depth of her. She responded, again and again, and, finally, he knew he could hold back no longer.
It was like nothing he’d imagined, the tight silky folds of her surrounding him, pulsing with him, and he gloried in the long, deep thrusts that sent him over the edge. Dimly he heard her scream out his name, and felt her fingers score his sides as she thrashed helplessly beneath him. He erupted into her, breath gasping, over and over, until finally he was spent.
His limbs were weak, breath ragged, as Adam pulled himself from Melanie and rolled onto his back beside her. He could hear her shallow breaths. He looked over at her, and saw her lying with her eyes closed, arms splayed outward, legs spread wantonly, clothes torn. She looked used. And satisfied.
Excellent.
He closed his own eyes for a few minutes, allowing his heart rate to return to slow. Then, with a deep breath, he raised himself, and began gathering his clothes.
Melanie stirred at his movements, her eyes clearly still glazed. She smiled sleepily at him, and shifted her body toward him.
Knowing what she would expect, Adam leaned over to her and kissed her lips, keeping it light. He grinned into her eyes, and said, “Well, I guess we got to know each other, didn’t we?”
Melanie grinned slightly. “I guess we did,” she said, her voice sounding uncertain again. She paused, then pulled herself up onto an elbow, facing him. “Umm, so what now?” she asked, her eyes suddenly wary.
Adam kissed her again, this time grasping her breast as he did so. “So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow at work,” he told her, watching with satisfaction the surprise in her eyes.
“What about...” she paused, unsure.
“About this?” he gestured to their near naked bodies. “Well, I think we’ve established that we work together just fine,” he said, grinning again. “Don’t you think?”
Melanie seemed about to answer, but Adam interrupted. “In fact,” he said, lifting a hand to caress her breast, “I’m thinking of giving you a very impressive raise. What do you think”
His hand was still on her breast, and Melanie could still feel her heart pounding from the sensations that had coursed through her.
“I think...,” she began, and then leaned closer as she trailed a slightly tentative finger down his chest. “I think I’ll see you tomorrow.”
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