Story 10 #2
When she walked in, she was amazed by what she saw. This was much more than an office. In fact, it had more in common with a hotel suite. It was huge. There was a large desk by the window that looked out over the city. There was also a table with chairs around it, a large corner sofa, and a couple of armchairs. There was also a thick sheepskin rug and a selection of artwork on the walls.
She took all of this in and then saw the man that the office belonged to heading towards her. She was immediately impressed - bowled over, even. He was a good-looking man who looked as though he might be forty years old. He had aged well, however, which made it slightly harder to guess his age. He was wearing a smart, well-tailored pinstripe suit. It fit him perfectly, showing off his impressively athletic figure.
He was tall - but the, anyone was tall compared to Erin. He did have a powerful figure, however. His face was handsome in a rugged kind of way that didn't quite match the suave look of his suit. He was well tanned with light lines around his eyes, which were a brilliant blue color. He had short sandy-colored hair. Sunkissed, was how she would have described it. There might have been touches of gray in it but it was hard to tell. He had a strong jawline and was clean-shaven.
“Hello,” he said, “You must be Erin.”
He came over to her with his hand outstretched. She shook it. It was a large and strong hand. She could feel calluses on his hands. Once again she had the impression that the pinstripe suit didn’t quite tell the full story about this man. As he came close to her she could smell his cologne. It smelled expensive. It was the smell of success, assured confidence. It was all that Erin could do not to close her eyes and breathe it in deeply. It told her that she had moved to a different echelon as soon as she stepped foot in this office.
“And you must be Mr. Collins,” she said, smiling.
“Please, call me Jason. There’s no need to be too formal in here.”
“Jason,” she repeated.
“Come on, let’s go over to the couch and have a chat. Get to know one another a bit better.
She did as she was told. She sat down on the couch and Jason sat down next to her. She had thought that he might pull an armchair over to sit across from her, but here he was sitting right next to her. It was all somehow very informal and not at all what she had expected.
The whole environment - this opulent office, this impressive man sitting next to her - was quite an intoxicating mix. She felt almost light-headed.
“So,” Jason began, “tell me all about yourself.”
“Well...I’ve always been interested in the law and working as a lawyer. It’s what I’ve been working towards for quite a long time now and I feel...”
"No, no," he said, "I know all of this. You told me this in your letter. Tell me about you," and with that, he poked her lightly in her upper arm with his index finger. It was quite an intimate moment and not what she had expected at all.
“I...I don’t really know what to say,” she shrugged slightly, “What do you want to know?”
“Well, tell me about yourself. You know, your likes, dislikes. Do you have a boyfriend?”
She thought that when he asked that final question he looked at her even more keenly. Those brilliant blue eyes of his seemed to flash with even greater intensity.
“I don’t know,” she repeated, shrugging, “I don’t really have many likes or dislikes I guess. I mean, nothing unusual, anyway. And...no, I don’t have a boyfriend.”
She thought that she saw the hint of a smile on his face then.
“That does surprise me,” he said.
She had a feeling that he had moved closer to her on the couch. She hadn’t noticed any movement, but now she felt his leg against hers. It hadn’t been there before, had it? She simply didn’t know at this point. His scent seemed to be filling her nostrils, filling her head.
There was a pause and she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to say something.
Jason was still looking at her. His eyes seemed to bore right through her.
“You know,” he said, “it’s not all hard work here. We like to have some fun here as well. In fact, it’s a great way to get to know one another. It fosters a great working environment and it also helps to get the day off to a winning start.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she said. She was blushing, however. She thought that she did, in fact, know just what he meant. This was not how she had thought things would happen. She had expected something very different for her first day.
Something in her told her that this was wrong. It told her that the job shouldn’t be like this. That little voice inside her head told her that she was here to work.
Perhaps if her day had started off differently then that voice would have won out. The big difference was how things had happened in the shower. She thought about the way that she had felt when she had touched herself there. She thought about how good it had felt. She thought about the way in which the excitement had grown within her. This was a chance to follow up on that, surely? This was a chance to see just where her awakening could take her to next.
She had looked away from him, unable to stand up to the intensity of his gaze. But she forced herself to look back at him. His eyes widened slightly.
“Do you want this?” he asked her gently. He reached up and stroked her face, once, and took his hand away. His touch was tender yet she also felt the calluses of his fingertips.
She closed her eyes slightly. It felt so good.
She opened her eyes, and then she nodded at him.
He looked pleased.
He reached up once more and put his hand to the side of her face. He pulled her slightly toward him. She went willingly. She kept looking at him and saw his face come closer, closer.
And then they were kissing.
His lips pushed against hers. She parted hers and felt his tongue against hers. He had looked clean-shaven but she could feel just the tiniest scratch from his stubble.
His hand held her face. She sat there, focused entirely on their kiss. She didn’t even think of moving her hands or any other part of her body, at least to start with. Everything had happened so quickly. Her mind was in a whirl. If someone had asked her how this had happened she wouldn’t have been able to tell them. Somehow it had just...happened. But now that it was happening she had no thoughts whatsoever about stopping it.
As she felt his lips pushing against hers, she pushed back. Somehow she wanted him to know that she wanted this. She knew that she was being seduced here but she wanted to tell him that even though this was his idea she wanted it as well.
He still had one hand on her face and his other hand moved to her waist. She felt his touch and that seemed to make something click in her head. Now it was her turn to reach out to him.
Her hands went up to his face. Sure enough, now she could feel that stubble under her hands. She felt his face moving beneath her palms as their kiss continued.
His hand on her face moved down to her shoulder. She could feel him touching one of her bra straps through her blouse. His fingers toyed with it, moving back and forth over it, pulling at it slightly.
She was excited by that touch. It spoke of more intimacy to come. He wanted her, wanted to get that bra off her. That much was clear now.
She felt him pushing at her then. He pushed her to one side and she saw him kick off his shoes. Without thinking, she did the same.
Then he lay down on the couch and pulled her down on top of him. They began kissing again. One of his hands was on her back and once again she felt him find her bra. For a moment she thought that she would feel his fingers working on the clasp and she would feel it come undone. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that - things were already moving so, so fast.
In the end, she didn't have to worry, however. His hand moved away. She felt his palm sliding down her back. He rested it on the small of her back and she felt his fingers lightly moving back and forth, back and forth, stroking her almost imperceptibly.
She pulled her head back from his and looked down at him. She held his face between her hands. He was so big, so strong, but holding his face like this somehow made him seem a bit smaller, a bit more vulnerable. Her hands were tiny on his chiseled jaw, however.
She was lying on top of him, but she shifted to one side so that she was lying next to him, albeit leaning on him. She felt his hand still on the small of her back as they went back to kissing one another.
She felt his hand move down onto the curve of her ass. His thumb was pushing at her blouse and she realized that he was pulling it out of her skirt.
Then, with his hand still on her ass, his thumb pushed up beneath her blouse and she felt it on her skin. She shivered slightly with pleasure at the sensation of his touch.
She had a moment to wonder how this had all come to pass so quickly. One minute she was walking into the room ready to start work and then...then all of this had happened.
His hand moved down to her ass. The skirt that she was wearing clung tightly to her lower body and she felt his hand stroking her pert little ass. His hands were so big, she knew that he could take the whole of her ass in one hand if he really wanted to. He paused over one of her ass cheeks, however. He took it in his hand and she felt him knead it gently.
She shifted slightly and she felt her legs rub against his. She ran one of her hands over his body. She wasn’t sure what he would want her to do next, but she decided to pull his tie off, for a start. It was easy enough, a couple of quick movements and it was undone. She felt that by pulling it off she would have confirmation that this was more than just a little bit of fooling around. She would have a much better idea of where this was leading.