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Later that night, reflecting over a bourbon in my hotel room, I was convinced I didn’t know the full story.Julie insisted on taking me to the airport. When she gave me a final hug before I went through the gates, she had tears in her eyes. As I considered those final moments, I felt a lump in my throat.The few days I had in Seattle were pleasurable, I spent a great deal with Julie and we shared a lot of intimate moments. In one such, we were ‘caught’ in a very deep embrace in the kitchen. We never knew she was there but as we broke the kiss, I saw Andy watching us intently. She was all teary-eyed and quietly turned and left the kitchenLater she mentioned that, if she didn’t know any better, she would have sworn we were in love. She added that it was precious to see each other together.That our intimacy was getting to Julie was obvious to me; her moans into my mouth and her heavy breathing were all indicative that she was heavily turned on. Though after a few times of me trying to take it further and hearing, “Vernon, I can’t,” I gave up trying and just enjoyed the times we had together.On the way to the airport, she gave me a flat box with the instructions to only open it once I get home. Her final words to me were, “Vernon, I love you, I always have, and I will love you till my last breath.” That shook me up.Look, I’m not stupid, and I can figure out some things fast, but this one was beyond me; I simply did not have all the pieces to this puzzle.On the Seattle – Atlanta leg, I was bumped up to first class as the flight wasn’t very full. It gave me time to just chill, enjoy a few bourbons, and chat with one of the stewardesses. Atlanta – Cape Town was a nightmare, I simply could not sleep.I was yearning to be home, in my own bed, eating my own food. I was dying for a good old piece of steak, done to my liking on coals and not gas. I was also missing something else which I tried to wipe out of my mind immediately. Sally… now where the fuck did that come from?Eventually, I opened the package Julie gave me. It was an album of “Andrea Gerber”, and it contained pictures from Escort Fikirtepe the day she was born. Even the little bracelet babies get in the hospital was in there. As I went through it, I realised how perfect a life we might have had, or would we? Then, suddenly, that gnawing was in the back of my mind; I didn’t know it all.Arriving back in a warm and windy Cape Town, Sally met me with a hug that seemed a bit intimate. But I left it there, I was tired and needed sleep.Sally assured me all was well at the office and dropped me at home. It felt good to have a warm shower after travelling for almost thirty hours, and I felt revived in a good way. I was still tired but felt human again. Entering the bedroom from my en-suite while drying my hair, my cock swinging around, I walked right into Sally sitting on my bed. Her eyes went wide, and she blushed beet red.“I thought you had left.”“Maybe you should put that thing away?” she added dryly.I stalled for a few moments, then apologized. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were still here.”I pulled a shirt over my head deliberately prolonging my nudity at Sally’s expense, enquiring about what went on at work. She fed me and we discussed a few things.I could sense a slight tremble in her voice.“Vernon… please, put some pants on?”“I thought you said you were gay?”“Doesn’t matter, it’s not very sociable swinging your dick in your PA’s face.”At that point, I was starting to sport a bit of growth, but respected her and pulled my boxer shorts over my ass.“Thank you,” she breathed, seeming a bit flushedWe had dinner that night as it was a Friday, and she slept over at my place like she sometimes did when we worked a few extra hours. It was good to be in her company, and, getting back home, we shared a bottle of wine which she had added to my collection in my absence.I was up at the crack of it on Saturday but was beaten to it. Sally sat on the couch, snuggled in one of the TV blankets, watching the approaching day through the huge curtainless windows.I took it all in. Her bare freckled legs, dainty feet Sancaktepe escort (which I never saw because of the way she dressed for the office) her sleep-dishevelled, red trusses, hanging carelessly over her shoulders. I inhaled sharply, muttering ‘fuck’ under my breath.Without turning around, she spoke, “You are different since you came back.”“I can say the same about you.”“Dunno, maybe. Maybe it is you who are different, and you just perceive me differently?”“Probably. You want coffee?”“Hmm, where have you ever seen the Boss making his PA coffee?”“I have, a lot of times when you stayed here some nights. Hell, I even cooked you breakfast a few times.”“I thought you were busy making coffee?” she hinted, at which I turned toward the kitchen. It was still dark outside, but the sky was already turning a bright hue of orange.I hurried back and handed her the mug of coffee. She accepted it with a smile and patted the couch behind her. I settled slightly behind her, and she sighed deeply.“Remember yesterday, when you said you thought I was gay?”“Yeah?”“Well, I’m not,” she said softly.With a slight ‘hmm’ I let her continue.“When I was at varsity, a beach party went wrong.” I felt her tremble and put an encouraging hand on her shoulder.“It was late, booze was flowing, and one guy started getting fresh. One thing led to another and eventually I was taken by the three of them. I was young and innocent, and I enjoyed three good-looking guys making me the center of their attention, the three of them passing me around, having fun. It wasn’t until morning that reality kicked in.“I was still bleeding from my hymen being torn, the sand scraped me raw. I was in the hospital for almost a week. I had an infection from all the sand and could barely walk. Luckily, I didn’t fall pregnant.”“The worst was when I returned to class. People were sniggering behind my back. I heard stories, gossip. My name, which I carried proudly, was gone. I was the college slut. One night, and it was not even my fault!”“I felt dirty, and it took a turn on my mental state. üsküdar escort bayan I lost weight, started slipping in my studies, long story. I was totally disillusioned about what sex was all about. Where was the joy, the enjoyment, the love, the excitement? One guy took me for coffee a few weeks later and apologised. I forgave him, but the scars inside me remained for a while.”“A few months later, I came across a fellow student hiding in the bathrooms. Gill and I had a few classes together the previous semester and I remembered her as well. I caught her just in time, as she was contemplating taking her own life.”“After getting her to agree to not do something drastic, we left and had a talk in a quiet coffee shop close to campus. Her story mirrored mine! They had their fun and dumped her with a label.”Only later, I learned, Sally had dislocated a finger when she broke one of these guys’ noses – in the middle of a packed cafeteria. Gillian and Sally walked away as best friends from there. Learning this about Sally, I felt her go warm, as if blushing, but I decided not to push the issue.Not knowing what to say or how to react, I slipped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her into my chest. She sobbed a few dry sobs. “Hey, it’s okay,” I whispered into her hair.I looked up and the sun was just peering over the jagged edges of the mountains. “Look, day is breaking, a new day.”She relaxed into my chest and continued.“When I started working for you, I put up a huge front. You had a reputation, and, I decided, before getting hurt again, to be gay. I needed the work, and you gave me all the room to develop as a person. I was happy, but I was empty. Over time, I tried to open up, but, on the other hand, I was aiming to remain the professional, trustworthy PA you wanted and needed.”My lips were still on her hair, and, suddenly, I realised how she smelled, sleep, a hint of her perfume from the previous day, and woman. My body started to react but fortunately, my hips were nowhere near her body; my leg was folded underneath me, creating a bit of distance.“Underneath it all, I was, still am, a woman. Then yesterday, you walked out of the bathroom, stark naked, oblivious to me waiting for you…”“Yes?” I asked with a slight smirk in my voice.“Well, the woman in me responded. It was such a natural situation. But also, very dangerous if you consider how wet my panties became…for my Boss.”

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