The Angel of the Office

[Wild_Oats]

(OOC: closed for myself and Browneyed_girl)

I called her my angel of the office. Not to her face of course, but that's how I thought of her. Straight away in the interview I knew she'd be a great fit. I was right. She was quiet reliable and diligent, never seeming to question the obscenity of the money we were making. Six figures a day were pouring in. Roger was a genius. My angel was such a great little worker. With her background in accounting, she helped me with the numbers, and we had a lot of numbers, even more than we had expected. Anything I asked, she never complained. She was perfect.

We were a new brokerage having only been open two months, but things were really taking off. Roger was the mastermind and he had hired me to run the sales staff. I had 26 suits and ties pounding the Skype lines all day and more guys lined up to join them. The parkade downstairs was full of BMWs and Benzes and Escalades. Myself, I still had my vintage Porsche Carrera because I liked it.

It was a bit scary for her, especially at first, one of only three women in an office full of alpha type males fueled by the adrenaline of fat profit. She may have been plain but she was a cute thing and an obvious target for so much testosterone. During her first week I walked into the kitchen while she was making herself a coffee. Jay Carson was hovering over her.

"Hey sweetheart, you got a little cream and sugar for me?" he asked her. I got his attention when I cleared me throat.

"A-hem. At this firm we treat everyone with respect. You wanna hit on girls you go to the bar," I said calmly.

"Sorry Doug." he said. It wasn't like I didn't have the same thoughts as my staff. Under those ordinary clothes was an attractive even if homely young lady after all. I just wasn't so stupid about it to get myself in trouble saying anything.

"Don't be sorry. Be gone," I told him. "You've been terminated. Clean out your stuff and go."

There were three or four other guys in the room as well. They fell dead silent.

"The same goes for everyone," I told them. "I catch any one of you harassing any of the women here you're out the door. Understand?"

She seemed more at ease after that. I had become her protector. The guys behaved themselves around her whenever I was around, even if I noticed leering eyes now and then. Don't get me wrong. I was certainly no champion of feminine rights - I'd even broken my share of hearts in my 33 years - but as long as she was working for me I was going to make sure that she had a comfortable environment. She was my angel. She was adorable.

It was Thursday and Friday was payday, crunch all the commissions, every week it was taking longer and longer to get through. My office was on the end between Roger's and Corey's. It had a window overlooking the sales floor. Just outside my door was her cubicle. I stood from my desk and ran my fingers through my neat blonde hair, checking my reflection in the window. My tie was aqua blue to match my eyes. I made sure it was straight, then I put my cream suit jacket back on and went out to address the guys.

"Hey fellas, listen up!" I called out and the commotion shuffled to a stop. "I just wanna say that I've been going through the numbers and this week has already beat last week! We're on target for about eight or 850-k for the week!"

"Yeah!"

"Woo!"

"Now when - not if - I say when ... we hit our first million dollar week, we're taking you all out for a casino cruise!" A huge cheer came out of them complete with pumping fists. "All right! So get back on the lines and keep it up! You guys are the ones making it happen!"

The guys settled back into their cubicles with a renewed enthusiasm and the hubbub resumed.

"You know what this means, Nicola," I said to her in my caring tone. Looking down at my angel with her cute little upturned nose I wanted to call her 'Nicola dear' but knew better than to cross that boundary. Her sweet soft eyes met mine already knowing what I was about to ask. "Another long night of payroll. How late can you stay this time?"

 

[Browneyed_girl]

I glanced up from my monitor only for a moment as my mouth suddenly turned into the Sahara--a common occurrence anytime my boss felt the need to address me. I dropped my gaze from his brilliant eyes, choosing to focus on the swarm of numbers on the screen in front of me instead.

"I can stay as late as you need me," I managed to squeak, not even sneaking a peek back up in his direction, less I lose all ability to function.

He'd had this affect on me since the day I interviewed for the job. The interview had been torture, sitting across a table from a man who made my insides twist into strange knots and scattered my thoughts. I'd stuttered on all my answers that weren't monosyllabic and snarled my dark hair into awful knots as I nervously twisted it around my fingers. I was a mess. Afterwards, I'd gone home and, quite literally, cried on my mother's shoulder. There was no way they would offer me the position. But they did.

Now, here I am with a job most grads entering the business world would kill for, but somehow I have it--good pay, great benefits, and best of all, a boss that actually cared about me. Oh, not in any loving/romantic way. I'm not his type. But he protects me from the teasing and sometimes crude comments that might be expected in a mostly male work place and watches out for me like an older brother. Occasionally, he goes a little overboard, like the time he fired one of the men over a comment about cream and sugar. The funny thing was I didn't even realize the man wasn't talking about literal cream and sugar until he was told to pack his bags. I felt terrible for that.

"Should I plan to get here early as well?" I asked before allowing myself to glance upwards at him again.

 

[Wild_Oats]

"Thank you, how could I get through without you." I gave her a warm smile when she agreed to stay late. "No, just come in at your regular time tomorrow." She was so sweet.

The floor closed up at four and all the guys went home or to the bar or wherever. Nicola and I started going through all the sales and calculating all the commissions. Of course the computer kept track of it all but everything had to be double-checked against paperwork. Just because we had a sale didn't mean that the payment had actually been received yet. Credit cards often bounced and occasionally someone wanted to snail mail a cheque and we had to wait for it. Nobody got paid until we saw money. If I was cutting a pay cheque for six grand it had to be right.

Nicola had all the guys' files as she sat across my desk from me. She sorted through them and made sure all the sale tickets matched up with the orders before handing them to me to verify with the database. Some of the guys kept sloppy files, but once she got through with them everything was always in order for me. If something was missing she flagged it. She was great.

At six o'clock Roger went home and the cleaning lady showed up to wipe up the kitchen and vacuum the floor. At six-thirty I ordered thai for us. It arrived at seven and when the cleaning lady left and Nicola and I were the only ones in the office. At a quarter after eight we wrapped up the last file.

"Dave Stanley didn't do so well this week," I exhaled. "Nine hundred and fifty bucks for him." The average lately was about fifteen hundred and rising fast. My best guys made a lot more than that. "That's the last one," I said and added his numbers to the transfer file, double-checked them and hit send, uploading it to the bank. The funds would be in their accounts a little after midnight. We were done.

Leaning my elbows forward on the desk I looked across at Nicola and gave her a gentle smile. My tie was loose and I was a tad sweaty under the armpits. The whir of the computer and the soft hush of the air conditioning composed the silence.

"We can't keep doing this," I said. "I'll bring on a second bookkeeper next week, don't worry." The honesty in her glistening eyes showed a sense of relief. She had beautiful eyes that held a texture that made her appear to be permanently on the verge of tears no matter her mood. She was so innocent and adorable. I rose up from my chair and walked around the desk behind her.

"Thank you for all your effort. I really appreciate this," I said.

I couldn't help myself from crossing that professional line. Taking her by the shoulders I kneaded the base of her neck between my thumbs and forefingers. I rolled the flesh gently through her clothes a couple of times and then let go.

"I'm sorry," I said. "That was inappropriate."

 

[Browneyed_girl]

The click of the keys on the keyboard as I typed up the last note sounded loud in the now nearly silent office, such a major difference from a few hours earlier.

"I think he's just had a rough week. His Dad went into the hospital on Tuesday for heart surgery, and he's been pretty worried. But I think it went okay, and he'll have better focus next week," I said, responding to Doug's comment about Dave as we finished up the payroll. Of all the guys in the office, Dave was one of the few that I felt truly comfortable with and would occasionally chat with in the break room or whenever our paths crossed, which wasn't too often.

He certainly never made me feel as twitchy as I did when Doug looked my way, as he was now. It was so easy to block out my nerves while the numbers were flowing, but now that we had finished, they rose again, flushing my cheeks. I watched him lean forward and smile at me as he talked about hiring a second bookkeeper causing my a slight shot of panic through me.

"It's fine. You don't have to. I don't mind. Honest," I said quickly. I didn't particularly like the idea of sharing my office space or perhaps more like my boss, but I quickly shoved that idea away.

I leaned forward to power down the computer as he came around the desk. "Thank you for all your effort. I really appreciate this," he said, and my face flushed to the roots of my hair.

"Your welcome," I responded, tilting my head down and brushing my hands over my dark skirt and coral blouse to take care of some imaginary lint. So, the touch of his hands on my shoulders took me by surprise, sending a ripple of unknown sensation down my spine. My shoulders rose to his touch, and my head listed slightly forward welcoming the relaxing contact, even as goosebumps raced along my arms. But his next words were a dash of cold water.

"Ah, it was fine. Thank you. I think I needed that," I said quickly, not wanting him to feel bad or worry that I had misunderstood his casual contact.

I reached for my blazer resting on the back of the chair as I rose to my feet. My entire body suddenly felt tense, and my silk blouse suddenly seemed too cold without the jacket over it. I turned, only to face him head on. I had to tilt my head back a little as my gaze travelled upward to his face.

"I'll see you in the morning?" I meant it as a statement, but somehow it came out slightly warbled and high pitched like a question.

 

[Wild_Oats]

She certainly didn't wear the blouse tightly at all, but looking down over her shoulder the tantalizing lumps under the smooth pink silk were not lost on me. It wasn't like I'd never noticed them before either. Pretty much all the guys in the office had at one point. I'd seen them leer.

Nicola stood from the chair, took her blazer in hand and looked up at me expectantly for my confirmation that it was officially time to leave. She was just the sweetest thing with the little toffee colored specks dotting her nose. I had already made one tender mistake with the shoulder rub and now I was about to make another. Reaching up I caressed her cheek with my thumb and traced along her jaw with the backs of my fingers. She had those beautifully wet hazel eyes with flecks of brown green and gold and within their depths I saw sex - the sex that her timid lips would never dare admit.

I could not resist. My hand slipped from her cheek around to the back of her head and kissed her. Since her mouth already hung ever so slightly open from her recent utterance, my tongue slid in between them and invaded her mouth. Our lips lingered long slow and deep and I drew her close with my other hand in the small of her back. Whether the tension was from the long hours of number crunching or the weeks of denial of our physical attraction for each other, it was breaking fast. By the time our lips parted, my palms were gently cupping her soft tits.

 

[Browneyed_girl]

. . .

 

[Wild_Oats]

She made the tiniest sigh as our mouths parted and she stepped back. Her hand covered lips shyly but her eyes still needed more. I wasn't about to stop now but perhaps I was moving too fast. I coaxed her gently by her shoulders towards me and embraced her, letting her rest her cheek on my chest. I wasn't just offering her passion, I was also offering tenderness and intimacy.

"Nicola, you know you're my angel," I admitted to her. "That's how I think of you."

Then I let her to arms length again and gave her another kiss. Every muscle in my body yearned for human touch and I felt the same energy from her. Slowly we backed up until she made contact with the desk. Then gripping her firmly under the arms I lifted her feet from the floor and placed her bum on the edge. The kiss was very tender and when I withdrew our tongues lingered so that the contact never really broke off.

My hands gave her breasts another loving squeeze on the way to her collar and the hard buds of her nipples sent charges through me. I began unbuttoning the blouse and we continued caressing each other's tongues in the space between our open mouths. Then my fingers moved down to undo the next two buttons and my lips wandered across her cheek to her ear and down the side of her neck. Then I undid the last couple of buttons and pulled the blouse open to reveal her breasts packed gloriously into her bra.

I kept kissing downward, softly as my hands slipped behind her and unhooked the strap that let her round tits fall out the bottom of the cups. My lips pressed into her soft flesh until they found a nipple. Gently I suckled there.

 

[Browneyed_girl]

. . .

 

[Wild_Oats]

Nicola's fingers so sensual in my hair drove me on and I pinched her nipple between my tooth and tongue, giving it a tug. When I let go it snapped back into place and then my mouth ventured across to give the other breast equal attention. She made such delicate sounds, her soft moans caressed my ears like the petals of flowers.

Straightening up I took in the sight of her. Naked from the waist up the ponytail showed her all of her soft skin in the harsh office light, exposing her tantalizingly tender neck and slender shoulders from which her lean frame descended. I wanted her so bad.

"You're such a beautiful girl," I told her.

She had started to open my shirt as well but had only gotten halfway. I placed her hands back on the next button and took her face in my own, lifting her chin to mine for another kiss. This one had a little more fire. While my tongue probed deep into her mouth one of my hands gathered up some of her skirt and tugged, exposing her knee. Then I lifted up her thigh slightly and reached between her legs with the other hand to pleasure her clit through her panties.

 

[Browneyed_girl]

. . .

 

[Wild_Oats]

When she finished unbuttoning my shirt she spread it open and began sensually touching my chest, her fingers meandering through the light patch of hair in the middle. The collar didn't want to widen at first despite how loose my tie was at that point. I slipped the tie over my head and tossed it on the floor.

"What? No. I . . ."

I had spooked the poor thing. She had been giving me every green light so far, allowing me to fondle her without protest and even undressing me as well, but getting into her skirt made her hesitant. Her shyness just made her all the more ladylike in my eyes and such sweetness aroused me even more. Still I had to respect her boundaries if I ever wanted them to come down.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do," I assured her quietly. "In fact we don't have to do anything at all if it doesn't feel right."

Then I held her close, wrapping my arms around her, gently pressing her lovely tits to my body, her nipples against my bare skin. Slowly and carefully I pulled out her ponytail and gently fluffed out her hair. It waved down her back in cool waves. Her cheek rested on my shoulder as I held her in a protective embrace.

 

[Browneyed_girl]

. . .

 

[Wild_Oats]

I had already known that she wanted me. It was always just a question of whether or not she was willing to let herself have me. I felt Nicola relax in my arms as I played with the flowing length of her hair. The pressure of her warm breasts against my body rose and fell with each breath she took. Then finally she looked up at me with begging tenderness and voiced her desire as she replaced my touch to the dampness between her thighs.

She was like a new car that had not yet been raced, very responsive but I'd have to go easy on her throttle for the first few miles until she was up to temperature and broken in.

My finger traced her labia through the fabric of her panties, located her clitoris and nudged it gently to one side. We kissed again, slow and sensual and my finger slid over her nub and pressed in the other direction. The feel of her beautiful tits was so enticing I couldn't get enough. My free arm reached around her back, under her soft waving locks and drew her into me. She may not have been buxom, but she had a gorgeous little rack that I just couldn't stop touching. Then I ran my finger down the damp edge of her panties and hooked under it. Her entrance was moist and my knuckle flicked upward over her clit and gently pressed downward.

 

[Browneyed_girl]

. . .

 

[Wild_Oats]

She spread open my shirt like curtains and did her best to keep herself pressed against me. My arm between her legs deprived our bodies of full contact but her breasts brushed me ever so sweetly. Her moan was tantalizing as I massaged her clitoris and I felt her ankles wrap around my legs.

"This is crazy."

"There is nothing sane about passion," I whispered in her ear. Then I put my hands under her buttocks and lifted her body from the desk. It wasn't too difficult since she was already clinging to me with all four of her limbs. Turning to the right I walked her slowly to the leather couch sat her down and laid her gently back. Her young tits flattened out a bit but kept their round shape and her nipples stood up like little dark pink rocks. Crouched on the floor between her legs I leaned over her chest and took one of the buds into my mouth, gripped it between my tongue and teeth and tugged while my hands scrunched her skirt up around her midriff. Then the nipple snapped back into place as I let go and I lowered my face between her thighs.

Taking in the wonderful pungent humidity of her arousal, I slipped my fingers up her thighs and under the waist of her panties. Slowly I began to peel them back.

 

[Browneyed_girl]

. . .

 

[Wild_Oats]

"I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting anyone to see me like, well, exactly, like this today. Or any day really. I didn't know ..."

"To tell the truth, I wasn't expecting to see you like this either," I whispered. "But I could not have wished for a lovelier sight."

Her excitement and trepidation commingling was given away by her rosy glow. It was absolutely beautiful to behold. Gently I tugged her panties down her thighs, past her knees and right off the tends of her feet, tossing them aside. Her little dark bush beckoned, damp with her arousal. I leaned in and gave her a lick, slowly up her smooth lips and up over her nub. Then I did it once more before wrapping my arms around her thighs to brace her while I went down on her proper. With slow broad lapping, i pressed my tongue to her clitoris over and over and over.

 

[Browneyed_girl]

. . .

 

[Wild_Oats]

I could feel the love in her touch. It was in her fingers intertwining with my locks. It was in her core as her body writhed in intense pleasure. Her ecstasy was pure and gorgeous and it fueled me.

I took my index finger and found her moist slit, gently tracing her slick labia up and down. Then I inserted the tip of my finger and caressed her entrance for a moment before venturing in a further. She was soft and warm and my cock strained itself hard, jealous of my finger. I wanted her so bad but I had to take it slow. It would be better that way. She was to be savored, not devoured.

Curling my finger upwards I stroked the fleshy mound on the underside of her clitoris from within her. I licked her again with a flat broad tongue. Slowly and tenderly, I continued to finger and lick, lick and finger, thoroughly enjoying her angelic mewlings and sensitive twitchings. After a couple of minutes I changed direction, using a side to side motion over her nub with my tongue, and applied more pressure while my finger still stimulated her from inside.

"Mmmmmm," I moaned in the back of my throat as I ate her soft sweet pussy.

 

[Browneyed_girl]

. . .

 

[Wild_Oats]

Her body began to contort in that certain wonderful way when one starts to lose control. As my face was buried between her soft thighs I could see little, but I could feel everything. She let go of my hair. Then I felt the wave of motion in her pelvis and her core's resistance to it. Her tummy rose, fell and fluttered. One of her legs nudged my ear. Sweet Nicola was like a delicate instrument that I played not knowing what angelic sounds my fingers would induce, and the song was heavenly.

"I think ... you may want to stop now."

Feeling that stopping was not in her best interest, I ignored her directive to halt the proceedings. Instead I removed my finger from the heat of her slit and began lapping quickly at her nib, batting it up and down with my tongue. Hands free, I undid my belt and it clinked to my knees on the floor. I kicked the trousers away and was about to disengage my mouth from her love so that I could enter and have her, but I thought better of it and caught myself. That would happen soon enough. Wrapping my arms firmly around her thighs, I braced her firmly and continued t go down on her.

 

[Browneyed_girl]

. . .

 

[Wild_Oats]

My angel came on my face, soft warm splashes on my lips and down my chin. Her heavenly sounds cooed out almost breathlessly in a flutter that coincided with the spasms of her core. I opened my mouth to take in some of her spring, faintly sweet, slightly pungent and thoroughly enjoyable. I savored the moment. I tasted her.

Her arms reached out for me and took me by the shoulders and I straightened up to let her draw me close. Slipping one arm up her side and over her breast I leaned over and kissed her. Her skin was hot to the touch and damp waves of heat irradiated from the both of us. Saving the other arm to grip my cock and foreskin, I lined myself up with her pussy and inserted my glans. Her entrance was quite wet and with a little effort I eased myself in, not too deep at first. Slowly I withdrew and eased myself in deeper. Her tight walls gripped me as I passed between. Still gentle, I eased in a third time, nearly all the way in and stopped there with a slight moan. She was beautiful and I tried my best to let her know with my arms cradling beneath her body, holding her close.

"Everything all right?" I asked her.

 

[Browneyed_girl]

. . .

 

[Wild_Oats]

Lodged snugly within her, I squirmed about slowly, gently pressing my pelvis to her clit. Her hips accepted me, and angled themselves nearly appropriately. Her solid little nipples pointed towards the ceiling, beckoning my attention, and I obliged taking her left one into my mouth once more and swarming my tongue over and around it. The I made my way across her chest to the other, pushing my face into the softness of her flesh as I suckled.

Not just her body, but her presence was entirely enticing. I took a moment to remind myself not to waste any of it. Placing an arm beneath her shoulders and the other hand behind her head, I cradled her lovingly and caringly as I planted a soft kiss upon her lips while my groin continued to apply intense pressure to her clitoris. My tongue probed all around in her mouth, tasting her gums and her palate. With our mouths full, our soft mewlings escaped through the breath from our noses.

After a couple of moments I reached back to lift her right thigh so that she could relax and still give me access. I repositioned my feet to dig in for better traction and began a series of long easy strokes ending in firm grinding motions.