Sunday Night at the Office, a short story by dreamymuser. Date added: 2012-08-03. Times viewed: 6400.
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- Intro: Amy finds herself alone with the boss on a Sunday night.
Unexpected Evening Adventure
“Lets meet in at the office at 9pm tonight”, he texted her on Sunday. “Ok” the intern replied curiously, “are you sure that’s the best time to show me how to use the new software?” Yes, he replied firmly. No one will be around to distract us, make sure you’re not late. She wasn’t sure if that was serious or if something untoward might occur. She hoped it was all on the straight and narrow, she had met her boss’ girlfriend and she didn’t want to give her cause for suspicion – she knew her boss had already cheated on his girlfriend – perhaps at work, on his office chair no less! Yet she found Ben strangely attractive, in a sort of, assuming nothing would ever happen way, so that she was free to fantasise anything.
She was sure it was fine however, her office just ran things differently, it was true that things never seemed to get done in the office in the day. Other interns were asking questions and someone wanted to get a coffee, or you had to go to the stationary cupboard. She actually preferred it when it was just her and Ben in the office, she got special time with him, although he was incredibly sarcastic to her.
She decided to dress up for her software date with Ben. Even though it was unlikely anything would happen, she thought wearing black lacy underwear would be fun, and a revealing low cut dress. She could always say she had just been to the Opera, a half lie, seeing as she went with her uncle the day before. She wondered whether wearing lacy underwear was akin to cheating on her long term boyfriend, but dismissed the thought, nothing would happen, but she was definitely within her limits to fantasise. She knew too, that many affairs had taken place in the office, often by researchers like Ben who wanted to get to the top by sleeping with their bosses. She had always abhorred this, but somehow, with her boyfriend in Wales, and a job as an intern in a terrible recession with very few jobs, a little fantasy about sleeping with her boss helping her get that longed for job as a researcher couldn’t hurt, she was sure. Of course, she wouldn’t really do anything, if only for Lizzie’s sake, Ben’s insecure girlfriend, so paranoid about Ben, she was worried every time he was out after nine, in case he was having it off with some other girl. She expected Ben to inform her of his evening movements a good 24 hours in advance. Sadly there was little chance of that, as Ben was always in the nearby bar until well past 10. She almost wished Lizzie hadn’t confided in her, although it was great to hear about her boss’ private life, as it meant she would feel doubly guilty if anything were to happen…Lizzie had been so hurt that the girl Ben had slept with, had been her friend. She assumed Lizzie thought she was her friend now too.
She approached the office later that day with her new pass, allowing her to access the office at all times of day and night. It was already dark, although she was early, and she was nervous. Her body was tense and shivering and she hoped she would calm down before Ben arrived. She certainly didn’t want to give a bad impression, there were plenty of other interns out there, all wanting her position. She approached the office on the fourth floor, tried the door, and found it was still locked. She unlocked the door cautiously, in case Ben had already arrived and forgotten to unlock the door. No one was in Ben’s office; she peeked into the manager’s office adjoining, no one was inside there either. She settled at her computer and opened the new software programme.
9 o clock came, but Ben did not. Amy didn’t know whether she should text him; she didn’t want to moan unduly, but she was worried Ben might somehow have forgotten, a possibility that upset her more than she wanted it to, she realised that since that morning text, she had been looking forward to meeting Ben all day.
She decided to text at 9.30 and relaxed in her chair a little, examining all the software programme’s buttons but fearing to press any. Maybe the whole thing was a hoax and she was expected to recognise it as such, but would Ben be that mean? She had hoped it her own way that he might find her slightly attractive. He certainly seemed to pay more attention to her when she wore low cut tops. Would this dress be wasted on him, she wondered idly, adjusting her bra strap.
Ben entered nonchalantly at 9.25 wearing grey jeans and a slim fitting Topshop t-shirt. “Ah, good you’re here”, he said. “So have you figured it out yet? How the damn programme works? God knows I don’t understand it at all.” He laughed jovially and Amy realised he was very drunk. She didn’t know whether to be pleased to see him or annoyed that he was late. “Um, not really,” she mumbled, kicking herself as she did for not being more confident. “Interesting dress by the way,” he added, She was again flummoxed. What did he mean by “interesting”? Crap or good? “Oh, yes, I’ve come from the Opera”, she said.
“Great,” said Ben. “The manager Ricky always keeps a bottle of cider in the fridge, shall we have some whilst we tackle the monstrosity that is the new software programme?” “Sure,” said Amy, wondering where all this was going, and realising that Ben was clearly not interested in her, or her dress and underwear, and resigning herself to learning how to use the infamous database. “How’s your girlfriend”, she blurted out. “Um, fine I think,” said Ben, “why?” “No reason”, she said. “Funny actually, you have really similar eyes to her,” said Ben, almost absentmindedly, making Amy’s heart flip abruptly. “Do I,” said Amy, “well what do I need to learn first about the software then?”
Ben looked at her properly, possibly for the first time since entering and his face changed somewhat, he seemed to be swiftly appraising her attire and potential. “Did you like the Opera,” he asked. “Sure,” she said, “of course, it was great.” “I’ve never been,” he stated, looking at her intently…
Swiftly, without warning, he leaned forward and touched her shoulder. “You should take me one day,” he said with determination, searching her eyes. She stumbled, “Sure,” and looked back at him, feeling herself melt under his gaze. Suddenly he was kissing her, fondling her, caressing her breast whilst searching her mouth with his tongue. She was in heaven yet half wondering if she should be doing this. Amy mumbled, “Are you sure this is a good idea?”. Ben halted temporarily and looked into her eyes again. “Are you,” he asked. Amy hesitated and before she could think of something to say, he was kissing her again. He lifted her out of her chair and slowly pushed her towards the door, pressing her against it and checking as he did so that the door was locked. He continued to kiss her and put his hands down her low cut dress, feeling her breasts with obvious relish. He lowered his hand and extended it towards her lazy underwear, whilst keeping Amy pinned firmly against the door, who couldn’t help but moan with pleasure. His hand moved the underwear aside and began to caress her gently, then with another swift motion, he lifted her up, carried her into the manager’s office and lay her on the window couch, where he proceeded to undress Amy with great care. Amy was stunned with shock and exquisite pleasure, she felt she must be dreaming, for this was even better than her fantasy…..
His hand slid up her leg feeling for her knickers, which he swiftly removed, Amy gasped out loud, this was going further that she had expected and it was all happening so quickly. His fingers stroked her expertly and she could not help but cry out with pleasure. But he was looking at her intently, he said, “Undress me,” and she obediently felt for his trouser button and zip and removed his trousers. She felt him through his black boxers but he put her hand inside them and told her to remove them which she did. “Now stroke me,” he said as he got into position to lick her into exquisite pleasure. Amy could not believe how beautiful Ben was, and how good he was at arousing her. Normally her boyfriend would fumble around but only rarely hit the spot. Ben was hitting the spot again and again and she didn’t know if she could stand it much longer. She whispered, “Can you fuck me now?”. He said, “Do you have a condom?” She said “I’m on the pill, is that ok?”. Ben was on top of her in an instant, feeling his way into her as if he had known her intimately already on many occasions. It did not hurt, indeed it was exquisite, she could feel him inside her touching all her special parts, which she had not realised could feel so good. “Touch me,” Amy cried. Ben turned around so she was on top and grabbed her hair with one hand, pulling it behind her head so he could kiss her neck and bite her skin and lips, with the other he caressed her arse and inner thighs, digging his nails into her skin in a way which aroused her more than ever. She wanted to say she loved him, loved him more than any other guy she had ever met, but she knew it was just because he was making her feel so good, and he was so confident and it was so unexpected and so wrong, she supposed, yet it seemed incredibly right too.
He continued to press her on him, occasionally stroking her clit to stimulate her more and breathing deep into her ears and saying how much he had wanted to fuck her ever since he saw her at interview. He said that he had fucked lots of interns but she was the most hot and he wanted to know what he could do for her to make it better. Amy was speechless, her fantasy was so real. “Just feel me and go deeper in me”, she groaned happily, and Ben proceeded to feel her bum cheeks with both hands tracing every bit of skin and every groove they could find, he thrust into her faster and faster hitting that wonderful place where touch felt incredible. “Come inside me”, Amy groaned and Ben did as requested making Amy squeal with delight and tense around him. “Stay in me and move”, she said, turning him around. Her boyfriend had never been able to do this, but Ben was fabulous, becoming even harder if anything and moving inside her in a way which made her feel incredibly special and as though she were flying on pleasure…
Amy thought it was all over, her eyes were shut feeling the after effects of the amazing sensations she had just experienced, when Ben roused her. “Suck me,” he said, standing behind her, stroking his dick. Amy was elated, he wanted to keep going, even though none of her boyfriends ever could, although she was nervous about her ability. She sat up and kneeled, her head at the perfect height to suck him. Ben grabbed her head and thrust her open mouth onto him before she had a chance to think. He pulled her hair and continued to press her head further and further down on his dick, almost making her retch. “God that feels good, fuck me,” he said. Amy was encouraged by this and began to feel his balls with one hand and the bottom of his shaft with the other. “Suck me harder,” said Ben, pulling her hair with one hand and caressing her cheek with the other.
To be continued…
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