Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight
“Well, hey there, boss,” said Stepphy, as she leaned back in her chair, her long, smooth legs stretched across the top of her desk, crossed at the ankle. “Have a good trip?”
“It was,” he paused for a moment, trying to think of an appropriate workplace alternative to ‘fucking incredible’, “an experience.”
“I bet it was,” she said, a sly grin on her face. There was a look in her eye, one he couldn’t quite place. “I hear Spring Break is great for all sorts of
experiences
with all sorts of
people
.”
He felt his cock twitch and realised the look was the one he had seen from Chiho and Aiko and Emi. The one that said ‘
I want to fuck your brains out.
’
“I’m going to check my email,” he said, moving towards his office.
“Is there anything I can help you with,
sir?
” she called after him.
“Not right now, thank you,” he said, moving promptly into his office and quickly closing the door behind him.
“Oh fuck,” he muttered to himself as he leaned against the door in the dark, his hard cock throbbing.
He turned on the office light and headed for his desk. On one side was a pile of letters, junk mostly, and he decided they could wait.
He sat down and switched on his computer. The screen glowed as the familiar loading tune played. As he entered his password and waited for the system to boot up, he felt a familiar wave wash over him, a mixture of comfort and regret.
He had spent a long time working here by himself and it had come to feel like a second, if not a first, home. But being back here, in the real world, triggered something else, a feeling of regret. He had spent a wonderful summer with three wonderful women and now he was back here, at work. Now he knew for sure, it was all over.
The dream was over.
But he still had the memories. He still knew what they felt like, how warm and soft their bodies were when they were pressed up against him, how it felt to slip deep inside them, to feel them orgasming on his cock as he filled their perfect bodies with his semen.
He knew how they tasted, their skin, their sweat, their desire for him as he knelt between their legs, sucking and licking as they writhed in pleasure, holding his hair as they begged him to keep going, to keep working his magic until their bodies were exhausted and their wetness was smeared across his smiling face.
He knew how they sounded, their laughs and cries and moans of pleasure, their grunts as he fucked them hard and their purrs as he teased them until they were begging for him to fuck them. He knew the sounds they made when they climaxed, how each sounded different and how their thighs muted the sound that made him want to make them cum even harder so he could hear their cries more clearly.
He knew how they looked, their perfect bodies, naked or dressed, their eyes and lips and noses, their perky breasts and toned stomachs, their neatly-trimmed pubic hair and their glistening wet pussies. He knew what they looked like when they slid their fingers between their legs and held themselves open for him, their pinkness shimmering with desire as he knelt in front of them.
But most of all, he knew how he felt about them, about all of them. He knew it was silly, nothing more than a holiday fantasy, a summer dalliance that could never last. He knew it was nothing more than an infatuation, a brief moment where he felt his life could be something more than what it had become, something more than work and sleep, work and sleep.
But now he realised, none of it was real.
No, it had been real, it
was
real. He loved them, all three of them. Yes, they were half his age and god damn, there were
three of them for fuck’s sake!
But still, he knew it to be true.
Chiho.
Aiko.
Emi.
He loved all of them.
Knock. Knock.
He took a moment and composed himself, trying to put the three women out of his mind. That part of his life was over and he needed to move on.
“Come in,” he said.
“Sorry to bother you, sir,” she said, this time without any teasing innuendo, “I thought you might like a cup of coffee.”
“Oh,” he said, “thank you.”
She walked over and put it down on his desk.
“I don’t think you’ve ever brought me a cup of coffee before,” he said, “which is strange, being that you’re my assistant and all.”
“There’s a first time for everything,” she said, standing closer to him than he’d initially realised. He could smell her perfume and see just the faintest hint of navel as her t-shirt moved slightly as she did.
“Is there something else you wanted?” he asked, looking up at her.
“I just thought you might like some company,” she said, “to get over the post-holiday blues.”
“I don’t have,” he paused, “thank you, but I’m ok.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Ok,” she said, gently touching his shoulder before moving towards the door, “you know where to find me.” She turned and looked at him, giving him a smile he hadn’t seen before, then closed the door behind her.
“Fuck,” he whispered to himself, once again.