Her Dad’s Best Friend

I think that a woman must have hand-made that suit for him, because it loves him. Everything that he wears fits well, but this suit looks even better than the others.

His red power tie is giving me ideas. I want him to call me into his office and then shove me down on his couch, forcing my legs apart and tying my hands above my head. I want him to dry hump me until we're both ready. Then he'll tear my skirt and thong off before going down on me. Once I've come, he'll ride me until neither of us can move.

I can hear her moan a little.

"Keep going," I encourage her.

I don't think that she needs encouragement. Her eyes are closed. She's panting fast now. I can see her breasts move with each quick intake of breath.

"Mmm," she moans quietly. Her legs are shaking. Her mouth is open. Her back is arching as she shakes all over from her orgasm in front of me.

Then it's over. My cock is still hard, but I tuck it back into my pants. This time is for her, not for me.

"Beautiful," I say, and she opens her eyes to stare right at me. She looks at her juice-covered hand like it belongs to a stranger and blushes hard.

"I don't know...what just happened."

"Do you want me to recap for you? In detail?"

She's sitting up on my couch now. "No!" She goes to get the skirt from where she dropped it earlier. I enjoy the sight of her bent over, her ass perfectly displayed for me. She pulls it up around her hips. She searches for her thong, but I say, "Leave it."

"Leave what?"

"Your thong. I want to smell it while I wait for you."

She's speechless, her mouth opening and closing without a word coming out.

"We're done here," I say, before she can recover. "And you can go home now. I'll see you tomorrow."

She never took off her shoes. I hear them click as she goes to the door, unlocks it, and heads back to her desk. I don't know if the other people out there will smell her arousal on her. I'm torn whether I want them to or not. On one hand, I'm skating close to the edge of a sexual harassment lawsuit. On the other, I want them to know that I've been pleasuring her.

I look at the two cups of coffee on my desk. I drink the grande one, even though it's gone a little cold. I drink a sip of hers, too, so that I'll know her drink order.

It tastes foul. Decaf. I dump it out in my sink. Well, if that's what she wants, that's what she'll get. Whatever she wants.

Last Day

Camilla

THREE DAYS LATER

It's Friday, my last day of work. I'm about to go back to school now.

Lincoln has been nothing but professional after that time in his office. I almost think that I imagined it. I haven't even told Kelly about it, and she's already asked me why I stopped sending her my fantasies via email when we're both at work. I don't want to tell her about it. It seems like a secret, perfect dream. Even if the whole thing was a figment of my imagination, I'm going to hold it in my heart until the end of time. The look in his eyes when he watched me. The warmth of his voice when he read my email to me. The sound of his hand going up and down his hard cock. All those things were incredible.

My phone buzzes, telling me that the alarm that I set for five o'clock is on. Half the people in the office telecommute on Fridays, and the other half are out early. It's the weekend now. Lincoln and I are the only ones still in the office.

Lincoln is in his office, so I knock on the door.

"Link?" I open the door and walk into his office. I can see big stacks of paper on his desk. He's overseeing some acquisition of a tech company that has an app that we'd like to have.

"Yeah?"

"I'm out. Thanks for giving me a job. I'll see you when you come over for dinner."

"Come here and close the door."