Under the Boss's desk(4)

I was still looking out the window, lost in my self-pity, when Calvin straightened back up. His head rested against my breasts. I didn’t disengage. He didn’t move. I continued massaging him. I slid my hands up his neck and into his hair, massaging his scalp as I pressed him gently into my chest. I looked down and could see his chest moving as his breathing increased. Part of me was aware I was breaking a barrier, but I didn’t think about it-I just did it. I unbuttoned my blouse and let his head rest in my cleavage as I massaged his temples.

“Janet…” he said softly. I was certain he was going to tell me to stop. To go home. That this wasn’t appropriate. That he didn’t want me like that. “Janet, I have a confession to make.”

My mouth went dry. I continued to massage him, sliding my fingers over his cheeks and forehead, running my hands through his hair. I pressed my chest into the back of his head. He let out a light moan. “Yes?” I said, so softly I wasn’t sure I’d said it out load.

“I’ve had… feelings, that I’ve not been able to express. About you.” His eyes were closed, his mouth open, as if in a reverie. I unhooked the back of my bra and let it slide off. I pressed his head to my bare breasts and ran my hand under his shirt, over his chest.

“I’ve had… I’ve wanted to… It wasn’t appropriate, because…” He kept losing his train of thought. I leaned down and kissed the top of his head. I could see his erection pushing against his pants. I kissed his ear, breathing into it. “Yes?” I said. He turned to face me, his chair swiveling around. He reached up and put a hand on my cheek, pulling me in closer. His moist lips parted slightly, and His phone rang.

We froze. I was so lost in the moment, I didn’t recognize what the sound was at first. Who would call this late? He swiveled his chair back and we both looked at the caller ID. Gabrielle. His ex fiancee.

We were stiff as statues, staring at the phone.

I knew how much he missed her when she broke off their engagement. She crushed his heart. She was ruthless, and I didn’t trust her. She was a spoiled, manipulative woman that was always used to getting her way. And she usually did. I wanted to reach through the phone and strangle her for ruining what might be the only tender moment I’d have with him.

He picked up the receiver.

“Hey,” he said weakly. I could hear her garbled voice through the receiver. “Yeah-no, I was just doing some work,” he said.

He didn’t look at me. I stood up and buttoned my blouse. I quickly picked up my bra and walked around his desk to the door.

“Yeah, well, I miss you as well,” he said feebly, as if trying to spare me. “You do? You still feel that way?” he said, his voice sadly hopeful.

I stood in the doorway of his office, looking at him. I wanted him to look at me. I got it. She won. I wasn’t going to get him. Fine. But I wanted him to look at me once before I left.

“Well, yeah, I think there’s a chance that might… happen,” he said. He finally looked up at me. His face was a mix of emotions; hope, despair, apology. In the quiet, I could faintly hear her sing-song voice on the other end, the tone dripping with sweetness.

I turned to go. “Oh. Well, yes. We did, actually,” he said, the manner of his voice changing. “We did get the contract. How did you know about that?”

Ah, so that’s it, I thought. She knows about the deal, and smells money. That didn’t take long. I turned back around. Calvin was staring into space as he listened to her.

Facing him, I unbuttoned my blouse. His gaze landed back on me as he continued to listen. “Uh-huh,” he said as I slid my blouse off. He stared at me, mouth open. I must say, I’ve got world-class tits. Her voice continued to prattle through the other end of the receiver.

Something came over me, like a personality change. The proper, considerate me seemed to die on the spot, taken over by someone I only recognized from my fantasies.

I got on my knees and crawled across his office floor. His desk has an open back-I crawled under it until I was in front of his chair, still on my hands and knees. I reached up and unbuckled his belt and quickly unbuttoned his pants. I pulled his zipper down.

“I… I… I…” he stammered.

The voice on the other end didn’t seem to hear him as she continued her pitch. I pulled his underwear down, just enough to pull his dick out. I reached in, took it out, and I put it in my mouth. As my mouth made contact, his body jerked, as if a shock went through him. He was only half hard, so I was able to hold him completely in my mouth. Immediately, I could feel his cock swelling, pushing at the inside of my mouth. He was saying something else on the phone, something in jerks and fits. I was so consumed with the feeling of finally doing the thing I’d thought of doing hundreds times, that I couldn’t even tell what he was saying.