Outstripped (15 page)

Lucy
still wasn't quite sure where all this stuff was leading but trusted Jody
enough to go along with it. She was also getting a teensy bit bored playing
things carefully and toeing the company line according to 'Ms Prim' and 'Ms
Proper' downstairs. She decided it was time to spice things up a little.
Gradually she began getting more and more risqué with her attire, her
suggestiveness and her 'accidental' body brushing. She received no complaints
from Luke, funnily enough, and this just spurred her on.

One
afternoon, whilst taking notes for Luke in his office she made sure her chair
was placed far enough away from his desk to afford him the pleasure of seeing
just how short her latest skirt actually was. Lucy was very playful this
afternoon, especially with the old 'pencil in the mouth' trick.

Her legs
crossed and uncrossed provocatively a number of times distracting him from his
thoughts. As usual, there was no real need for this kind of secretarial
service, so Lucy didn't feel any guilt in her performance at all. "He can
come back to this crap anytime," she thought.

The
black and red striped pencil was right royally licked and sucked on but not in
too much of a display of out and out porn. She didn't want to go for broke
today. This was just a little tease until next time.

The
pencil was then administered to duties of the slippy-slidy kind. "I have
an itch," she taunted, as she slowly slid it inside her particularly low
buttoned blouse and down between her breasts. Luke could just see the exposed
edge of her exquisitely decorated black bra and tried hard not to stare,
looking back and forth between her wanton eyes and her beckoning cleavage. It
didn't work and his gaze was met and matched.

There
was a pause in proceedings, then, "Its warm in here isn't it?" said
Lucy. "It must have been a teeny, tiny bead of sweat tormenting and
tickling my breast."

"Er,
possibly," Luke joined in, not quite knowing where to take things.
"It was a very lucky bead of sweat."

"I
think that's got it now. Where were we?" and with that she crossed her
legs again very slowly giving Luke a reasonable opportunity to get a glimpse of
her bright white, strategically mismatched panties.

"Er,
I think you were showing me your, er, additional skills and attributes."

"You
mean my
special
secretarial
skills?"

"Yes."

"Oh
I think they'll have to wait for another time, don't you? Weren't you in the
middle of something important?"

"Oh,
that can wait till later...."

"That's
good actually," interrupted Lucy, "I've a number of important things
I can be getting on with myself."

She
stood up, smoothed both sides of her short skirt downwards and then, with head
back, she ran her fingers through her cascading, highlighted hair before
adding, "I'll just be on the other side of that door, right there, if you
need me."

Luke was
shocked, aroused and disappointed, yet excited and left completely gob-smacked
and wondering what might be coming next, and when? Or, "Was that just one
bloody big prick tease?"

"I'm
definitely
going to need you again,
Lucy," he called after her, as she disappeared with all her
special
secretarial skills still
undiscovered and under wraps.

The
following day, Luke returned from a business lunch in the city to find Lucy's
office empty. He wanted to rekindle the previous day's proceedings and pursue
her skills a little further. Glancing over to her hallway door he noticed that
there was indeed a key on the inside. Looking over his shoulder and back into
his own office through the connecting door at his own hallway door he
determined the absence of a similar key.

 
"Useful to know."

He
committed this relevant and highly informative data to memory. Just in case it
was ever needed. He wouldn't remember what day it was, what anyone was wearing,
or what he'd had for breakfast but he would remember which room had a lockable
door.

He
busied himself at his own desk before hearing Lucy return
to
her own
.

"Is
that you, Lucy?" he asked loudly, already knowing the answer to his
obvious question.

"Yes,
just been to powder my, er, nose. Do you need me?"

"Do
I need you? Always," he said, and with that he stood up and made his way
to the adjoining doorway. Leaning on the frame he folded his arms, crossed his
legs and tilted his head to the frame.

"He
must have been practicing his cheeky 'Rom Com' grin," thought Lucy.

"A
truly handsome, framed picture, in designer suit and stubble, and he's mine for
the taking." Luke was reading her mind, or at least he presumed, hoped,
wished, prayed and crossed his fingers that this was what she was thinking.

He was
right.

'So, you
need me, Mister Banner, do you?" she spoke very slowly, softly and
seductively. "Will that be my hands, my mind, my pencil, my..."

Luke
didn't let her carry on. "I need
you
.
And I need you to bring your
special
skills along too. I remember you saying that you played your secretarial role
very well and 'what the boss needs, he gets'. Well, I need."

"Well,
Mister Banner," she put down her clichéd nail file and gave him the 'come
to me' index finger waggle with one hand, whilst busying herself with the
other.

Luke
livened up, with blinkers firmly strapped on, and came forth, placing his hands
on her desk directly in front of her. She leaned in licking her lips and
demanded his closer proximity with her immaculately manicured fingernail once
more.
Luke lowered himself to her face level, tantalizingly
close, then as they gazed, dirty fashion into each other’s minds
,
click
! Then, click again! And again!

Lucy had
just stapled his dangling silk tie to the desk. He was captured.

"That's
not very fair, is it?" Luke whined, secretly loving it, and hoping to hell
it was going to lead somewhere good.

"What's
fair got to do with it?" Replied Lucy, as she stood and swaggered around
the desk in her unnecessarily high heels. Luke rested on his elbows and twisted
his head to follow her round the room, but was somewhat restricted by his now
firmly anchored tie. He could have ripped it loose but was keen to play along
and see how the game would unfold.

Lucy
came up behind him, bent her knees a little and cupped his buttocks in her
upturned palms before standing up straight again, stroking him as she did so
and then leaned into him in some sort of kinky reverse doggy style (spooning if
you like).

Luke was
desperately and mentally trying to push the door to and turn the key with his
mind but he lacked the necessary E.S.P. to complete the procedure. He
momentarily contemplated the nature of his predicament.

"Serious
embarrassment, or incredible excitement?" His immediate future could be
one or the other, or both. "My God this was horny!" He thought.
"Risky, dangerous, sinful, foolish even, but worth every fucking
penny."

"Now
what do we do?" He asked.

"We?"
Snapped Lucy, "You mean 'I', and 'I' am going to do what the boss wants.
What he needs. What he's been gagging for, but hasn't had the balls to tell
me."

And with
that she slid her hands into his front trouser pockets and started stroking his
thighs and groin from within.
The thin veil of cotton only
serving to accentuate her soft caresses.

He bowed
his head in a mock display of surrender or was he just succumbing to the
enjoyment and his lack of control of the situation. It didn't matter. Lucy was
now in charge.

She
withdrew her hands and bent her knees again. This time she extended an arm
between his legs, under his crotch and came up between desk and dick. She
grabbed at his tackle firmly through his trousers. Luke had risen to the
occasion, in a 'big' way. There's something to be said for loose fitting suit
trousers, rather than jeans, when room for growth and accessibility is
required.

"It
seems I was right. You were waiting for me to do this, weren't you?" She
squeezed his whole 'fruit bowl' firmly and then released him a little to tease
and stroke.

"I,
er, I kind of hoped you were going to bring your other game in to play at some
stage," he replied.

A few
more strokes and she slid out from beneath his crotch before manhandling his
buttocks again whilst she had the opportunity, and the audacity. Lucy was
enjoying her borderline office dominatrix role. She swaggered once again back
to her side of the desk, rolling her hips in exaggerated fashion as she went.
But before sitting down, she stroked the underside of his chin and then took
hold of his jaw and gave him the lightest, most delicate kiss imaginable.

Lucy
drew away slowly, flashing her eyelids at him as she retreated to her black
leather office chair. She found the naughty, but very handy, scratching pencil
used previously and unbuttoned her already revealing white blouse a little
further. The utensil was put to task again between her breasts as she pushed
the chair into recline.

Luke was
almost dribbling a small pool onto her desk through his supporting hands, as
Lucy once again licked her lips and offered him the dirtiest expressions of
lust she could muster. He smiled dopily in return. For a moment he had
forgotten all about the slightly ajar hall door and all caution known to man
was now windward bound.

Leaning
forward towards him again, Lucy opened her side draw and whispered 'loudly',
"You know those panties I caught you staring at yesterday under my
skirt?"

"Who,
me?"

"Oh,
come on, Mister Banner, you're not at school now you know. Admit it. You were
staring right up my skirt. You're a pervert and a voyeur just like every other
bloke I know. Yes?"

"Okay,
okay, I was looking."

"Did
you like what you saw?"

"Of
course I did. I couldn't help myself. They were right there in front of me,
looking like they needed to be stared at." Luke tried, just a
little,
to regain some dominant ground but she interrupted
him with,

"I
had to take them off, you know. They were dripping wet," and she used the
naughty pencil
to pick out a ruffled
pair of panties from the draw like a TV detective handling evidence without
surgical gloves on. "See." and she wafted the offending articles at
nose height in front of him.

"Actually,
I tell a little lie. They're not yesterday's. They're today's. And I've only
just taken them off. But in my defence, they are dripping wet." And with
that she slid them off the
naughty pencil
and shoved them into his face like a chloroform soaked rag. "Breathe it
all in Mister Banner, its all me and now its all yours."

Luke did
as he was told and took a long deep breath. She wasn't lying, they were damp
and they did reek of sweet smelling woman's nectar.
Warm and
fresh with a hint of aphrodisiac.

Lucy sat
back again, rucking her skirt up and spreading her long slim legs slightly, as
she reclined backwards. As the
naughty
pencil
was once again brought back into play, teasing her visibly moist
pussy lips, Luke re-considered the door again. He was in a pleasure place he'd
never been to before, but the thought of imminent discovery had him torn
between the tabooed danger and risk of it all and his urgent need to safely get
down to some forthright solution seeking to relieve the ache in his balls.

Luke
took control of his predicament. He pointed at Lucy and said, "I'm really
liking your presentation young lady. Just, just stay right where you are, don't
move a muscle, I'm coming over," and with that he undid his Windsor knot,
and forfeited his tie to the desk and the greater good. He leapt to the hall
door, closing and locking it in such a swift and precision like manoeuvre, it
had the possible hallmarks of practice and slight of hand. He skidded over to
Lucy on his knees, rested his arms on her thighs and gazing from 'luscious
lips' to 'luscious lips' he said, "Let me get that for you." Taking
the
naughty pencil
from her he leant
in for a proper taste of Lucy, straight from the 'wishing well'.

There
were no arguments. Lucy sank further into the leather and gave herself up to
the moment. The fervent lapping at her 'wet bits' was seriously good fun and a
welcome release from all that hard work taking charge.

Luke was
no beginner. His tenderness bordered on cruelty and his button pushing was just
this side of brutal. Lucy squirmed with the pleasure, moaned a little in
ecstasy, and squealed a bit in delight as she pulled his head in tighter to
make the most of it.

Luke
gave her
his all
for a while till his
tongue tired and he came up for a break. He grinned at her through a glistening
mess and then rose to kiss her. Lucy licked at her own juices and cleaned him
up a little before snaking and burrowing her tongue deep down his throat.
Passions were high. This den had never known such iniquity.