collar to get some air.
Mr. Davies stopped his pacing and glanced down at her. “Does the window need to be opened?” he kindly asked.
Sam flinched down into her chair. She wished she could become one with it and vanish from this room. “N-no, it’s fine. I’ll be fine.”
He nodded and continued his talking and pacing, but she knew things weren’t fine. She tried to fan herself with her hand, but she didn’t have time between his pauses for even a breather. Her blouse was getting uncomfortably tight and she squirmed in her chair. The musky smell grew stronger with each passing moment. It was overriding all her other senses as her hands began to shake. She dropped her pencil several times.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” he questioned again.
“I’ll be fine.” She looked down at her watch. Sam was horrified to find it had only been three minutes, but that meant there was only two minutes left. Surely she could last that long.
“Oh, and would you mind staying a bit longer for this dictation?” Sam’s breath caught in her throat. “You can of course get overtime, but this may last until five-thirty.”
“O-of course, sir.” Anything to please the boss as she sat there aching with heat.
“Good, now where was I?”
Sam looked down at her notes. “You were talking about with the, um, the slow shipments.” She could barely make out her own handwriting. Sam hoped she’d be the one to decipher this mess for the computer later.
“Ah, yes, about the slow shipments.”
With over thirty minutes left Sam’s concentration took a nose dive. She found her mind filling with a strange haze and the words on the pad blurred. Her hands began to sweat as she shifted in her seat. She groaned when her underwear brushed against her sensitive area.
“Pardon?” Sam froze, and when she lifted her head she found her employer was staring at her.
“Um, sorry, just, um, just holding the pencil too tight.” She held it up and tried a shaky smile. He raised an eyebrow but continued on with his speech.
Sam bit her lip and wondered what was wrong with her. The heat in her body was pulsing and focusing in her most sensitive parts. It made her feel both uncomfortable and sensual, and she strained against her tight blouse and skirt. Her clothing wasn’t fitting as well as this morning, and she looked down at her chest to see it glistening with sweat. Her breasts pushed up against her shirt and bra for more room than they could give. She reached up and cupped the tender mound of flesh, and she ground her teeth to hide another deep, needy groan. She didn’t know what was going on, but it felt really good.
“Are you writing this all down?” Mr. Davies snapped her out of her sensual trance. She found she was breathing hard and the pencil had dropped to the floor again.
“I-I’m so sorry, Mr. Davies.” She slid down for the tool and her skirt rode up to her thighs. With a yelp she grabbed the pencil and straightened back up. Mr. Davies, her boss, stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, unamused by her antics. “I’m ready to continue now.”
He looked at her for a long moment, and Sam noticed that twinkle in his eyes was still there. “We’ll do this for another few minutes and stop there.”
Sam nodded and put the clipboard back in her lap. She reached down to adjust her skirt and her swollen breasts brushed up against the clipboard. A faint gasp escaped her lips when they pressed against the firm metal and paper pad. She wanted to press up against it again and again, but she quickly sat at attention. She was still in her boss’ office and she still had a job to do, regardless of how she was feeling.
And she was feeling pretty good.
Sam hardly noticed her skirt was slowly riding up higher and higher, and instead she tried to keep up with the sound of Davies’ voice. It melodiously moved up and down as each of her breaths followed suit. She was thrilled when he became more animated and her pulse quickened only to drop back down. She felt he was teasing her as her breasts pushed against her restraining bra and shirt. She did notice, though, when her shirt buttons began to pop off.
First it was one little one in the middle where the tension was the greatest. It strained against her swollen flesh for a few moments before the strings snapped and it fell into her lap. Sam’s mouth fell open. She reached down, picked up the button and brought it to eye-level.
“Is there another problem, Miss Olsen?” Mr. Davies asked her. Sam quickly hid the button in her hand, and shook her head. If she pulled down the clipboard he’d definitely see two problems she had. “We’re just about through, then you can go home.”
He turned away and rummaged through his desk for something as he talked, but Sam gave up listening to him. Her head was swooning so much from the musky perfume in the room that she could hardly focus on holding up the clipboard. Her large, aching breasts still pushed against her shirt, and she felt another button loosen with the tension. Her hips squirmed in the chair and her skirt rode up nearly far enough to show off her white, soaked panties.
Something was definitely wrong here, and yet it felt so right. Her body was awash in sweet, sensual sweat. She slowly slid her hand across the valley of her breasts. They were so tight together she couldn’t have fit a penny between them. She closed her eyes and tried hard not to groan with each breath she took and each impatient squirm she made in her chair.
Then she heard the door lock behind her. Sam opened her eyes and saw Mr. Davies drop the key into his pants pocket. He smiled at her as the secretary out in the hall shut off his lights for closing time. It was five o’clock.
“Are we done?” Her voice was a sultry whisper. She ran her tongue over her lips and shuddered.
“Not yet. We have the hard work to do now.” She was confused by his strange smile. She wasn’t sure she trusted it. There was something almost animalistic about that grin.
Sam stood to leave, but before she could move away from the chair he quickly stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her waist. She gasped when his mouth brushed passed her ear and his breath whispered against her neck. “You’re lovely, do you know that?”
Sam shivered at the seductive tone in his voice. There was a strain in its depths. He wanted her, and right now she needed something really bad. There was a problem, though, and she couldn’t let it go.
“S-sir, I-I have to leave,” she pleaded. She tried to pull away but his grip didn’t loosen. Instead one of his hands reached down and brushed against the inside of her thigh. She gasped and her legs quivered, but she bit her tongue. “Sir, we can’t.” She was almost breathless. His smell was like that of the room, but stronger. It was like he was exuding some scent to attract her to him.
“Yes, we can,” he whispered into her ear. His roving hand slid up to tease the sides of her panties. “And I know you want to.”
Another button on her shirt bounced off hit him in the chest. He pulled away and gave them a few inches between their bodies, and the distraction allowed her to slip out of his reach. She covered her glistening breasts with the clipboard and backed up until her tight ass hit the desk. Her eyes flitted over to the locked door, as there was no other exit accept for another mystery door to her far left. With such odds against her she couldn’t help but try to reason her way out of this mess.
“S-sir, please. Company policy forbids relationships between supervisors and other employees.” It was a good idea to avoid such such glaring favoritism, but in this case it was failing. Davies only smiled as he put his hands on the back of the chair in which she’d sat and leaned over it toward her.
“But I make the rules,” he smoothly replied.
Davies moved around the chair and Sam threw the clipboard at him before she dodged around him. She hit the door and fumbled for the knob only to find it locked tight. She banged on the glass but no one was there. They’d all gone home. They’d left her alone with this crazed animal.
Her employer slid up behind her and pinned her arms to her side. Her breasts pressed up against the cool glass. She couldn’t stop the groan that s
lipped from her wet lips. He pushed up against her back and she could feel his manhood rub against the thin cloth of her skirt. She bit her lip when he leaned in and planted soft kisses against her neck. His musky scent was overpowering her senses. Her head swam and her breathing came out in quick, short gasps. Her breasts ached for his touch as her legs rubbed up against the door.
“I know you’re ready,” he gently spoke as he caught a scent of her hair.
Sam closed her eyes and shuddered. “Please, we can’t.”
Her plea sounded empty even to her own ears. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her, but she was fighting it. She knew it was wrong, it could get her fired. She couldn’t risk it.
“Let me show you.”
With her pinned to the door by his body, his wandering hands slowly slid down her thin, tight shirt. They reached her hips and his fingertips hooked the bottom of her skirt. He slowly brought up the material to reveal her wet panties. His hands began to massage her quivering, naked skin along her inner thighs. Her breath caught in her throat when one of his probing hands reached up to cup her womanhood.
“Please.” She didn’t know what she was pleading for anymore.
She groaned when he rubbed his finger slowly, achingly slowly, against her folds. Against her commands her hips moved in rhythm with his hand. Her breasts pushed up against the door and her sensitive nipples scraped