After Hours With Boss

[xxerikamariexx]

Erika looked at her computer screen and yawned, one of the computer programs had decided that it had had enough for the day and wasn’t working. She had stayed back so she could get a start on the report she was running for her boss. There was no one else on her floor as far as she could see. But she guessed that from the lights on in her boss’s office he was still working. Running her hand through her long brown hair she hit a couple more keys and still nothing happened. With a sigh Erika leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes for a second. She was dressed in a tight white business top and tight black business skirt that was thigh length, not to long not to short, she had thought when she had bought it. Stretching her arms above her head she opened her eyes and looked at her bosses office. Turning back to the computer she looked to see if she could still access her emails. Smiling when her inbox opened with out a hitch, she quickly typed a new message.

- So what is your excuse for still being here, Big Boss Man? -

Hitting send she sent the email to her boss, smiling to herself. She had a good relationship with her boss, they often teased one another but it was nothing inappropriate.

ooc: gonna try reposting this...sample PM please

 

[anonymoose]

It was another late night in the office for Glenn Barr, and he was none too happy about it.

For several years, he had run his department as a tight ship, making his margins and keeping under budget. The past couple years, however, had been an economic nightmare; every year, the margins had become tighter. The reports spread out on his desk now, that he'd spent the past week double- and triple-checking the numbers, were bad news. Cuts needed to be made. He'd tried to find anywhere and everywhere else to lower expenses, but only one thing would help, now. He was going to have to lay someone off.

To make matters worse, Glenn's home-life was falling apart as quickly as the business. His wife, Eva, had been getting more and more distant all year. Months ago, he had decided not to even bother with the pretense of sharing a room any longer, and started alternating between a bedroll in his office at home, the occasional hotel room, and - on nights like this - using the couch opposite his desk.

A light started blinking on his computer screen; he blinked, and frowned. An email, at this time of night? He saw who it was from; ah, Erika, yes, that proposal had a deadline the next morning. If successful, it would definitely help the bottom line; if not, Glenn would have to make a choice.

Opening the email, he smiled weakly, and clicked the mouse to respond. He felt a bit more relaxed as he typed the message. -- Just balancing the books, E. How's the project? --

 

[xxerikamariexx]

Erika was only in her late twenties but she worked late nights, the job often called for it. She didn't mind though because she didn't exactly have a boyfriend. The men she did see socially only turned out to be one night stands and truth be told, she didn't have time for that. She wanted a mature man inher life but since she couldn't get that, she'd settle for being single.

Her boss was a good guy. He was married with a son. She had met his wife, she seemed like a prude but that was Erika's own personal opinion. She sat back at her desk, trying to finish the project. The AC had crapped out again so she unbuttoned the top button of her blouse before sending a reply.

"It's going." She typed back. "Don't you have better places to be then here on a Friday night."

 

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The new mail indicator went off on his computer again, and he popped the message open without a thought. To be honest, he was using the back and forth emails as an excuse to procrastinate. After all, he'd be here alone all weekend, and the numbers weren't going to change between now and nine on Monday, so whenever he got around to it, it would be done.

-- It's going. Don't you have better places to be then here on a Friday night. --

He considered the question idly, and glanced at the picture frame on his desk. It was one of those folding frames that sits upright on its own, with two 5x7s facing each other. On the right was the most recent school photo of his son, Nelson, his junior year of high school; despite the fact that he worked hard to earn the money necessary to send him to one of the top private schools in the metro area, the boy acted like he was the worst father ever, and had barely spoken to him in months if not years. On the left was a picture of his wife and himself, one of those potrait-studio shots that she'd insisted on a couple of years ago. Chances were, she'd have been halfway through a bottle of sherry when he got home, and they'd be eating whatever the latest fashionable-diet-trend in her clique happened to be. (When he moved out, it was pescetarianism, and he absolutely hated seafood; before that, it was raw; before that, it was white foods. He didn't pretend to understand it.)

He frowned slightly, and looked at the picture, studying his own features. Just shy of six feet, he was a dozen or so pounds over two bills, broad of shoulder with a bit of girth at the waist. He wasn't out of shape, per se, but he wasn't getting the exercise that his doctor wanted him to. His hair was kept fairly short; in the photo, there wasn't a sign of gray, but that had changed in the year or two since. He was clean-shaven in the picture - something else that had changed since; he'd taken to wearing a close-cropped beard since moving out of the bedroom, since it reduced his reliance on having to be able to shave wherever he was. And he wasn't wearing his reading glasses - something he didn't like to do around other people, when he could help it.

He felt another bead of sweat running down the back of his neck, and grumbled. The one problem with being in the office over the weekend was that maintenance tended to use the time for projects which they couldn't deal with when everyone was in. He'd gotten a call earlier, that they'd be changing out the HVAC some time this weekend; apparently, they'd gotten an early start, the better to get it done in time. His tie and jacket were already tossed across the couch, his shirt unbuttoned and untucked; he looked a downright mess.

He glanced at the chronometer on the computer screen, then opened a reply window in his email.

-- I could ask the same thing of you. Not going to the club with your friends? --

He was about to hit send, then paused, and added something else.

-- Have you eaten yet? I was about to call an order to Sicilian Subs, I can get you something too. --

The restaurant was a block away, in the ground floor of a different office building, and catered especially to the white-collar crowd. They had a pasta-and-salad bar for lunch, and delivered pizza and subs late into the evening. On weekends, they also dealt with feeding the younger dance-club set. Since he'd stopped eating at home, he'd become a regular customer of theirs, which had probably contributed to some of the weight he just couldn't lose.

He read over the email once more, making sure it wasn't too forward - the last thing he needed, now, was a sexual harassment suit - and hit send. He fully expected her to say no, but she was a good kid, and it was the least he could offer for her work.

 

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Honestly, Erika was ready to get out of here. She wanted to head to the bar, play a couple of bar games..get a little drunk and maybe flirt with some cute guys. But low and behold, she was still here. She knew she'd be here for awhile. Her boss was a nice guy so she didn't mind staying late, not even on a Friday. She sighed as she saw his message. She had to open a second button of her blouse.

Any word on the AC? It feels like the desert in here.

She first wrote. She was going to add more so she didn't send the message right away. She began fanning herself, feeling like her body was on fire.

That would be great. I'm starving.

She added before hitting send. She didn't know how much longer she'd be able to deal with the heat. If she was alone, she'd probably peel off her damned blouse.

 

[anonymoose]

*click*

Oops. Glenn realized he hadn't passed along the information from maintenance. He quickly typed up a response.

-- Maintenance said the system would be down for an hour or two this weekend. Guess they started early, sorry. What would you like to eat/drink? --

He was about to hit send, but stopped, and shook his head, hitting cancel. It occured to him that he could probably just go out into the cubicle maze and save all the back and forth by email. Computers have made us lazy, he thought.

He quickly stood and buttoned up his shirt, leaving the collar and next button undone, and tucked his shirt into the wasteband of his pants. He could feel the sweat beginning to soak into the shirt; but he needed to keep an image of respectability. Smoothing the cotton out as best he could, he opened up the office and went the short way to her cubicle, guided by the soft glow of electronics still active.

Popping his head over the top over her wall, directly behind her computer screen, he was about to say something when he realized her white blouse was undone so that he could look down into it, wide enough for him to see the little bow at the front of her brassiere and the smooth skin of her stomach below it. Also, where the blouse did cover her skin, the sweat from the lack of cool had begun to soak through, making it almost transparent.

A sharp inhale through his nose, and purposefully keeping his eyes focused just behind the top of her head, he cleared his throat. "Erika, umm, is there anything in particular you'd like to eat or drink? And I'm sorry about the air; maintenance, umm, they said that there'd be an outage for a couple of hours this weekend. I'd forgotten you'd be here, or I'd have, umm, warned you." His fingers tugged at his collar slightly, despite the fact that it was loose; he felt like all the blood had rushed to his head. And he'd never felt to be at such a loss for words, for such a simple thing before.

 

[xxerikamariexx]

If Erika had been alone, she would have probably taken her blouse off that's how damned hot she was. She heard her boss' voice. She didn't realize now that she had the top two buttons undone and if he looked, he could see her cleavage and the black lace bra she wore underneath.

"Yeah, a warning could have been nice." She laughed as she began to fan herself a bit. As she moved, her soft breasts began to jiggle just a bit inside her black lace bra.

"Whatever you're having is fine by me..."

 

[anonymoose]

Clearing his throat again, Glenn suddenly felt even hotter than before. "A bre, umm, chicken breast sandwich, then, and a coke?" he asked, almost meekly, trying to find his voice again, and catching himself before he said something very stupid and costly.

He tried not to let his eyes move downward, he really did; but he was weak, and the flesh was... well, there for him to see. The visual contrast, the black bra underneath the wet white shirt, was stunning to say the least. He spoke quickly, to try to get his mind off of it. "And I'll give maintenance a call, while I'm at it, see if we can't get them to hurry things along for us, hmm?" He smiled vaguely, hoping that he wasn't making her uncomfortable; it was bad enough how uncomfortable she was making him.

 

[xxerikamariexx]

"Yeah..that's great..Thanks." She said. She was so fucking hot. It had to be at least 100 degrees in the office. She had beads of sweat dripping down between her cleavage now. Her black lace bra was now visible since she had opened two buttons. For a second, she thought her boss was checking out her cleavage. She didn't exactly mind since her boss was pretty hot himself.

 

[anonymoose]

Muttering something to the effect of, "Right, okay," Glenn turned and quickly made his way back to his office, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked. Once inside, he closed the door behind him, and removed his shirt entirely, leaving him in just an a-shirt above the waist.

He fumbled with the phone for a moment, then made three calls. The first was to Sicilian Subs, putting an order of the two sandwiches and sodas, and giving them his credit card info to pay for it and the tip.

The second call was to the maintenance office, where he unsurprisingly got their voicemail. He left a message asking them to call him back as soon as possible, and stayed on the line to flag it as urgent.

The third and final call was down to the security desk, where he got Howard on the second ring. He let the security guard know to expect the delivery, that it was already paid, and to let him know when the food arrived. Howard let him know they were short-handed tonight, so Glenn would have to come down to get it. Glenn was fine with that; before he hung up, though, he made sure that maintenance was actually there and working on the system (they were). As he hung up, he sighed a bit in relief and was glad that the problem would be dealt with, soon.

He sat back at his desk, and stared at the computer screen, trying to focus on... well, anything, really. Instead, all he could see was the image of Erika's breasts swaying beneath her blouse, the black bra covered by the white shirt, and holding in her soft white skin. No, don't think about...

He suddenly realized the phone was ringing; it was Howard, the food was there. As he hung up, he looked at the clock again; he'd been staring at his screen and fantasizing about her chest for a goodf fifteen minutes. Damn. He grabbed his shirt and put it on - but didn't bother buttoning it, just yet - and headed out the door.

He called out as he made his way to the elevator, "Erika, food's here. I'm heading down to get it, I'll be back in ten." He pushed the call button, and started to button up his shirt.

 

[xxerikamariexx]

Erika sat back at her desk and for Christ Sake, it felt like it got even hotter. When her boss had gone downstairs to get the food, Erika opened another button of her blouse, now causing her black lace bra to be shown.

She was so hot. The beads of sweat were just rolling all over the top of her breasts, in between her breasts. The damned placed was like a desert. She hoped that this wouldn't make her boss too uncomfortable.

 

[anonymoose]

Glenn emerged from the elevator, bag in one hand, drink carrier in the other. He headed straight to Erika's cubicle, and got quite an eyeful when he did. The way she was sitting, and the way her blouse fell open, he could see down her stomach to where the flesh dipped in - probably where her navel was. He swallowed dryly, wishing he'd put the straw into one of the cups, and coughed. "Food's here. And, umm, Howard told me that they think it will be another hour or so before the air's back on."

He paused a moment, and kept speaking, trying to repeat the words he'd practiced all the way back up in the elevator, so as not to trip over his own tongue. "If you don't want to stay any longer tonight, I'd understand. But if you want to wait it out," he added, "at least for an hour to see if they get done, you can join me in the office, and I'll open the windows to get a breeze going."

He expected her to take the out; he likely would, if it was him. However, he really needed those reports done, and didn't think it likely that he'd get her - or anyone else, for that matter - back in before Monday.

 

[xxerikamariexx]

"I don't mind sticking around for another hour or so. I can get some work done in the office." She tells him as she picks up her food and joins him in her office. She didn't even bother buttoning her shirt back up, figuring her boss didn't mind since it was so damned hot.

She sat down on the couch in her boss' office. She thought she saw him checking her out. Not that she minded. Her boss was pretty good looking so she couldn't help but check him out on occasion too.

 

[anonymoose]

"I don't mind sticking around for another hour or so. I can get some work done in the office."

Glenn relinquished her portion of the meal without word, then follow behind Erika, admiring the view despite the fact that he knew that he shouldn't. Her black skirt matched the bra he could clearly see through the damp back of her shirt, and her hips swayed as she walked, mesmerizing him like a hypnotist with a pocketwatch. While her clothes were fully appropriate for an office setting, he could not help but remove the context and envision her as something else entirely.

Suddenly it hit him: Billy Idol. Cradle of Love. The skirt, bra, the blouse - which she was definite wearing in an unprofessional manner right now, not that he could blame her what with the heat - even her long brown hair swinging behind her, just like her hips. It had been over 20 years since he'd seen that video; was it college or high school? He couldn't remember off the top of his head. All he knew was that, right now, he was following behind a dead ringer for that girl.

Once in the office, he went straight for the windows. Office buildings built in the past few decades looked to be solid glass exteriors, and their windows were immovable - probably to keep destitute businessmen from leaping from them in times of troubles. But in older buildings, such as the one in which they worked, the windows were still operational. Setting his own meal on the desk, he quickly cranked both windows open - one with each hand - until they were out as far as they could go. It wasn't wide, but Glenn could feel the air beginning to move past him, circulating once more, and maybe that would make things a bit better.

Conscious of where his thoughts were, as far as Erika was concerned, he sat behind his desk and began to fiddle with his sandwich. Suddenly, he didn't have an appetite - at least, not for food. He glanced at the clock, and knew that this would be a very long hour.

Trying to break the silence, he cleared his throat. "If you need some more ice for your drink, there's some in the fridge over there," he indicated the wetbar with an angled nod of his head. He pursed his lips, hrmed, and then kept speaking. "That guy you brought to the employee appreciation dinner... I'm sorry, what was his name again? Are you and he still...?" He vaguely waved his hand, hoping for a pleasant chat.

 

[xxerikamariexx]

Erika brought her laptop into her boss' office with her and placed both her meal and the laptop down on the couch. She stripped off her heels, she had been in those heels for almost ten hours and they were killing her feet. So she took them off and put them beside the couch. She heard her boss offer her ice so she went into the fridge and grabbed some ice for her drink. She got comfortable on the couch, tucking her legs under her.

"Oh, Max? He's a good guy. I've known him for awhile. But it's not like that. I needed someone to come with me for an appearance, you know. I rather not be the talk of the office about how I'm painfully single." She laughed as she took a sip of her drink. It was true; she was single. She didn't know what she was looking for but all the guys in her past were only interested in sex. And sure, hot sex was fun but sometimes she wanted a little more.

Erika leaned back against the couch, crossing her creamy colored legs as she got comfortable. "And Elaine and the boys? How are they?" She asked, deciding to keep up pleasant conversation. Through the corner of her eye, though..she checked out her boss.

 

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Glenn nodded at the small talk, wiping his brow with a spare napkin. This was more like it, much better. He took a sip of his drink, still picking at his sandwich, as he watched the woman across the desk, across the room from him.

When Erika mentioned his wife's name, he glanced at the photo-frame on his desk again. On one level, he knew that it was over; but they'd sworn "'til death," and he wasn't ready to completely concede on that point yet. But she had no interest in counseling; he was certain there was no longer any passion, any desire, any love. He didn't know what it was that Elaine wanted from him, why she didn't kick him out or move out herself. But, to be honest, at this point he wasn't sure himself what he wanted, why he hadn't moved on completely. As often as he spent elsewhere, he was still residing at their house together - it was no longer a home, he had to admit.

Finally, though it had probably only been a split second, he looked back at Erika and fibbed. "She's well. And we've just the one, Nelson. He's well, too." He couldn't think of anything else to describe them as; his mind was drawing blanks. He suddenly felt defensive, that the woman with him could see through his lies, see through him. He shook his head and looked back down at his uneaten sandwich; he'd been picking apart the chicken, and balling up the bread. How pathetic. No wonder his marriage had become a frozen tundra.

He sighed, and looked back at the woman in the black skirt, white blouse, and revealing black bra, who now occupied his couch, his office, his mind; he kept thinking back to the video now stuck in his head, the sex kitten on the prowl. He shook his head again, and changed the subject. "How's the project coming? You've been working hard on it this week; I appreciate that." His mouth was barely able to keep up with his brain, he was fumbling for words, uncertain of what to say or how to say it.

 

[xxerikamariexx]

Erika could tell he was lying. She knew how to read a man and she could tell that things weren't so great at home. She nodded but decided not to question him about it, not wanting to interrogate him. She took another sip of her drink as she relaxed on the couch. She crossed her legs once more, causing her black skirt to ride up her silky thighs. She had beads of sweat dripping down her chest, causing them to fall into her cleavage.

"It's really not an issue. It's part of the job." She said softly as she found herself checking out her boss a little. She picked up an ice cub and rested it at her neck to try and cool down. She let the ice cube fall down her chest and into the mountains between her breast where it soon melted.

 

[anonymoose]

Glenn barely heard a single word that she said, his focus had become drawn to the adventures of the ice cube. "That's good to hear," he absently responded at a moment of silence which he assumed to be an appropriate place to say something like that.

He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling vaguely uncomfortable by the young woman's actions. Erika had been in the office for a couple of years, since she'd graduated college, and was one of the more competent people there. From what he'd see, she was friendly with everyone, had a good sense of humor, and was always willing to go the extra mile for the job - the very thing which had her there this evening.

He wasn't an idiot, despite how he felt about the situation at the moment. He realized that the thing with the ice was more for his benefit than her own. Not only was the last thing he needed a harassment suit to ruin his career, but he didn't need to upset one of his best employees, either. His face felt even more flush than before, and it felt as if the room temperature had risen another 10 degrees.

He rubbed at the back of his neck with a hand, and considered standing up. But then he realized that that might be a bit awkward at the moment, given his physical reaction to the ice. Better to stay seated, he figured. "I really do appreciate that," he repeated himself. His eyes traveled down again, and saw another flash of the creamy white skin of her stomach. "Erika, I ...." He paused, and sighed. "I need a drink," he said absent-mindedly, not intending to be out loud, but once he said it it didn't seem to matter anymore.

He finaly reached a breaking point. To hell with it. To hell with his job, to hell with his marriage, to hell with all of it. He was likely old enough to be the girl's father, or close enough, but he didn't give a damn. At some point, it had all become moot; maybe the heat was getting to him and boiling his brain.

He stood, trying to turn quickly toward the bar, so as to keep his current situation obscured until he had a chance to try to adjust it. "I know we're in the office, still, but would you care to join me for a drink?" he asked, taking a couple of unsturdy steps to the wall, bringing his soda with him. "I don't know about yours, but my coke could definitely use some rum." He pulled down the appropriate bottle, and topped off his cup, using the straw to stir it. He dare not look, but listened instead, for either her declining his offer, his advance entirely, or just straight running out the door and to the nearest attorney's office.

 

[xxerikamariexx]

Erika felt the tension between her and her boss. It had never been there before so maybe it was the heat getting to them. In this moment, she didn't care she had a fiancee; she didn't care he had a wife and two boys. She found she wanted to rip off his shirt and have her way with him. She would contain herself for now. She knew she was about to make a dangerous move. One that could get her thrown out, fired or one that he would accept. She bit her lip softly, figuring it was now or never.

"As enticing as the rum and coke sounds...something else is a little more enticing." She whispered as she unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, dropping it to the floor. Now she stood in her black lace bra and skirt. She had sweat rolling down her chest a bit.

"I know you've been looking and I don't mind....." She whispers seductively as she approached his desk, moving some papers out of the way before sitting on the edge of her boss' desk.

 

[anonymoose]

Glenn took a long swallow of the mixed drink, then coughed a little as the alcohol burned its way down his throat. He watched as Erika removed her blouse, smiling a little to himself as she cleared a space on the edge of his desk to sit.

Setting his drink down on the bar, he walked over, placing his hands atop her thighs. "That's good you don't mind. And that's one word I'd use to describe you: enticing." He chuckled softly, "Enticing Erika. Erika is enticing." Repeating that a couple of times, in a whispter, he let his hands slide down her thighs, the backs of his hands slipping to the inner thighs, down to her knee; he then slid them back up all the way up under her skirt, to the edge of her panties, and back down to her knees again.

His eyes, meanwhile, looked down upon her body, her face, studying every intricacy of her youthful figure. One hand came up from her thighs, using the back of it to caress her stomach, slick with sweat, up the valley between her breasts, to one of the bra-straps, which he lightly pulled and snapped.

"I'm hungry, Enticing Erika, hungry for something fulfilling. Where should I start? White meat," he said, sliding his fingers over her breast, teasing at the nipple through the black material, "or dark?" At that, he slid his other hand back up under her skirt, letting fingertips slip beneath the material hidden underneath, and squeezing her bare thigh firmly.

 

[xxerikamariexx]

Erika knew she and her boss had been teasing each other the entire night; waiting for each other to make the first move. But between the heat and the teasing, Erika took a chance and made the first move. She pushed his files off his desk and sat on the edge of it. She knew she had a fiancee at home and he had a wife and two kids but she didn't care. She was hot and starting to get horny all because of her boss.

As she sat on the edge of his desk, she felt him squeeze her bare thigh but also over her breast.

"Where would you like to start?" She whispered in a very provocative and seductive voice. She just hoped he wouldn't chicken out.

 

[anonymoose]

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[anonymoose]

Smiling, as she let him choose what he wanted most of all, he slid down to a kneeling position before her, and carefully picked up her right leg, lifting her foot up to his mouth. Using both hands, he gently massaged her smooth creamy flesh, pressing both hands around it, feathering the skin with his fingtertips. He followed his hands with his mouth, starting at the ankle, kissing along the back and inside, the whiskers of his beard softer than might be thought, lightly tickling the skin. He moved up her leg along her claf, then the back of her knee, then the inside of her thigh. As his hands reached her skirt, the slid it upward, allowing him to see the black panties which matched her bra. As his lips approached the underwear, his nose nuzzled at her crotch, smelling her growing arousal coming from within.

Once done, he gently settled her right leg along his shoulder, nestled against his neck, and picked up her left leg in the same manner. Massaging first, kissing next, starting at her ankle and then up, up, her calf and knee, then her thigh. Again, his hands pushed the skirt the rest of the way up, and lightly danced across her crotch and his mouth kept kissing closer. Again, his nose nuzzled, the scent stronger than before. He settled her left leg across his other shoulder, framing his head between her thighs, then leaned forward and placed his tongue at the back of her underwear, the middle of her ass, and licked forward and up, from rear all the way up to the front, to the skin just below her navel, his nose pushing the skirt up even further for the moment.

Once does with his ministrations, he settled back on to the backs of his heels, still kneeling, her knees hooked over his shoulders. Now, he thought, let's see how far she's willing to let me lead her. "Play with yourself," he commanded, gently but firmly. "Play with your pussy until you cum. I want to see you cum, for me, now." It had been years since he'd seen his wife take any pleasure, not in the past dozen or so times they'd had sex over the last decade of their loveless marriage. He wanted to see a woman on fire for him, here and now. He knew, he intended at any rate, that if she was willing, this would not be her only orgasm of the evening, not if he had anything to say about it. But first, he had to know that she was willing, willing to do what he wanted.