Now she straddled me again, and this time she brought her pussy up to my face from the front, where she could watch me eating her as she rode my mouth. I was provided the most scintillating view up her body, from her beautiful mound framed by fishnets and suspenders, up her extravagant corset and her shapely cleavage to the hot flush that pervaded her pretty face.
She wiggled her hips playfully once she'd satisfied her itch once more, but wasn't going to fuck my face for long, sliding instead back down my body for another sensual kiss of the mouth, her thighs locking around my waist, her chest crushing mine, her firm rear poised just far enough away to keep my manhood from venturing too close to her exposed sex.
"You don't mind that I'm completely addicted to your oral skills, do you, Jones?" she asked in between kissing me.
"Wouldn't have it any other way," I said honestly.
"It's your fault I'm so hooked - but I will give you your own release one of these days, I promise."
She edged back, sitting up to grasp the straining column rising from my loins, positioning it between her thighs where she could use it to her own ends - while keeping me from mine.
"Oh God, I love tying you up," she said, rocking her hips to graze her clit against my rigid shaft. "But we are going to have to buy some rope, Jones. Do it properly."
It seemed so decadent checking out of our hotel after only a few hours. Zoe left me to pay, waltzing out of the building leaving everyone in the lobby under the impression I'd just slept with a high-class call girl.
I kept my eyes well away from any accusatory stares, though I caught a blush on the face of the receptionist who checked me out. What could I do? I could hardly make a declaration that she was my boss, not my whore. That I hadn't even come the whole time we were up there.
I was sweating with need as I drove home that night, trying to keep the carnal thoughts out of my head. Eventually I was able to calm down, though I wondered just how long my personal resolve would last.
*
I became Zoey's frequent chauffeur, and while I still did my duty regularly within her office, often she'd have me take her home instead, where she could use me to her heart's content without threat of interruption, and then send me packing.
Tuesdays and Thursdays, I'd usually take her to the gym, even acting as her personal trainer. It meant I'd be acting dominantly with her - something to which she seemed strangely responsive. I, on the other hand, after years of dominating my sexual partners, now felt actively uncomfortable ordering her around, feeling more of an urge to kneel before her than lord it over her.
Still, I enjoyed seeing her in her skintight gym clothes, and when she worked up a sweat, she was always keen to head back home afterward for a slow, sensual massage.
Friday night came to be a kind of date night. It meant I missed my regular night out with the guys, but I was so obsessed with my new relationship that it seemed far too easy to cast aside my age-old tradition.
One particular Friday, Zoey was out of town for the day, meeting with a law firm in Alexandria, leaving me wondering all afternoon whether I would get to see her that evening. I'd sent her a couple of texts and an email subtly asking her plans for the weekend, and heard nothing in return. Five o'clock turned up, and my colleagues began to leave, and still I'd had nothing from her.
Six o'clock came around, finding me completely alone in the office again, the distant sound of vacuum cleaners ramming home the depressing message that I should just wrap it up, head home.
But as I pulled on my jacket ready to head down to my car, I heard the quiet ring of the elevator arriving on our floor. My heart skipped a few beats. Scooting over to lean out into the aisle, I could just about see all the way down there as the elevator doors opened. The sight of the FedEx guy made my heart sink.
"Aiden Jones?" He called, spotting me lurking there like an idiot.
"That's me," I yelled back.
He handed me a small box, and by the time I'd got the packing tape out of the way, he'd already left the building. Those delivery guys have big routes to get around.
I hadn't been expecting anything - certainly hadn't been expecting what I received. A pair of little black lace panties and a movie ticket.
What a nice way to be invited out to the pictures. The ticket gave me enough information to track down the right theater, and I arrived just as the lights were fading for the showing - spotting a smiling Zoey Schoenberg towards the back, nicely distant from anyone else.
"Hey," I said quietly as I took off my jacket and found my seat.
"You got my message, then?" she grinned.
"I guess so. I think you dropped something when you were FedExing me the ticket," I retrieved her panties, dangled them in front of her.