Jill's Valentine's Day Surprise

Jill opened the small package she found on her desk that Valentine's Day morning. It was wrapped in pink paper with white hearts and a white ribbon tied into a lovely bow.

On top of the box had been a card that simply said, "I'll be there soon."

Curious as to the source, she tore the paper away and found it was a bottle of AERIN Rose de Grasse perfume.

Having never heard of the brand, she googled it and gasped at the cost.

She looked around to see who could have been her anonymous benefactor, but she was alone as usual.

Her habit was to arrive an hour before anyone else as it allowed her to check her email and plan her day in peace and quiet. The office would buzz as soon as her coworkers arrived and the first half hour of the day would be wasted with the small talk and gossip she loathed.

The only other person in the office building was Tom the security guard who watched the door after hours. She knew that because hers was the only car in the parking lot and his bicycle was the only one in the rack at that hour.

She set the box on her desk and rushed down the two flights of stairs. She knew anyone entering or leaving the building after hours had to sign the log on Tom's desk.

Her heels clacked on the marble walkway as she neared his desk. Tom heard her coming and set down the tablet on which he read online erotic stories to pass the time.

"Hello again, Miss Fields," he smiled.

"Tom," she said, ignoring his greeting. "Who has been in the building this morning?"

He pointed at the log book and said, "Just you, Ma'am. As usual, you were the last to leave last night and the first to arrive today."

She looked at the book to verify, and groaned in frustration.

"Someone left an expensive gift on my desk. There had to be someone."

He shrugged, "Sorry, Miss Fields. No one has been here and as you know, the door is locked at all times. No one can enter the building when I step away."

She eyed the handsome man in his early twenties warily. She didn't fathom that a lowly security guard could afford such an expensive gift.

"Thank you," she grumbled as she walked away.

Tom watched her walk to the stairwell and shook his head. He found her attractive but hated how disconnected and antisocial she was with him.

*****

Jill looked at the time when she realized she was the only person left on her floor. She was startled by the ding of the elevator.

She looked up and saw Tom approaching her desk with a bouquet.

"Sorry to bother you, Miss Fields, but you have a delivery from the flower shop."

He set them on her desk and smiled when he saw the bottle of perfume on her desk.

"Thank you, Tom," she said politely but with indifference.

"Ma'am, that's a nice perfume you put on."

She looked at the card which accompanied the flowers and ignored the smirking security guard.

"See you soon," it read.

"Who sent these, Tom?"

"Don't know, Miss Fields. It was the usual delivery girl. She always delivers for that florist."

She nodded, and Tom walked away.

He pressed the down button and the elevator door opened. He looked at her cubicle, took a deep breath, and pulled the old-fashioned analog stopwatch out of his pocket.

He found it at a thrift store as he browsed for things he could resell for more after refurbishing efforts.

It was old and tarnished, well used apparently. It seemed to call to him, so he spent the twenty dollars unsure of what he could do with the item.

It wasn't long before he pressed the reset button and everything around him stopped.

*****

Jill wondered who could be sending her those gifts. She hadn't had a date in over a year, and that was a blind date set up by her mother.

She glanced at her screen and saw the time was 6:15.

Tom pressed the button on his stopwatch and walked back to Jill's desk. She was frozen in place looking at her computer screen.

He took another deep breath and smelled her perfume once more. "Well worth it," he thought.

He pulled her chair out and saw her stocking-clad feet drag along the floor. He noticed her heels to the side under the desk.

He took his time lifting off her sweater and savored the sight of her large breasts covered in the pink lace of her bra.

Her skirt was loose and he had no issue sliding it off as she sat frozen in time.

"I always knew you wore thigh highs," he whispered as he enjoyed the vision before him.

Her pink panties and white stockings caused his already semi-hard cock to fully harden. He wasted no time in taking off his pants and boxers, releasing his long thick shaft from its prison.

"Oh, Jill," he moaned as he rubbed his glans along her cheek. "You have no idea how badly I want you."

Her bra was a front release, and he awkwardly fumbled with the clasp until he freed her pink nipples to the warm air of the empty room.

He knelt before the object of his unrequited affection and sucked her left nipple into his mouth--careful not to leave a mark.

Having never used the watch for that purpose before, he was surprised to smell the aroma of her arousal.

He double-checked to make sure she was unaware, then licked and sucked her other nipple.

He desperately wanted to feel her tongue licking his hard cock but didn't feel right stuffing it into her mouth. What he was doing was bad enough, in his opinion, he thought somehow that would be too degrading to someone for whom he genuinely cared.

"God! I wish we could do this the right way, Jill," he sighed as he pulled her damp panties off her still body.

She sat naked except for her stockings, and he slid her blue heels back onto her feet.

He took a moment to savor the sight of her glistening pussy and the sparse blonde landing strip which led to the target of his lust.

He pulled her hips towards him and licked up and down her dewy lips.

"Mm," he moaned at her taste and spent several minutes licking every millimeter of her sex.

After having his fill, he stood and lifted her from her awkward position on the chair and carried her to the conference room at the end of the office.

He glanced at the window as he gently lay her down and smiled at the snowflakes frozen in place.

Her honey-blonde hair was in a tight ponytail, but he wanted her hair released and splayed out on the mahogany table, so he pulled the band off and set it next to her.

He slid his spongy mushroom head along her still-wet slit, then moaned when he pressed into her tight tunnel.

"Oh, Jill! You feel so good."

Once he was fully sheathed, he began his piston-like motion, enjoying every sensation her walls gave him.

He lifted her leg onto his shoulder and enjoyed the feel of her stocking against his cheek. He knew they had to be expensive. He'd never felt anything so silky smooth, and he loved the feel.

After a few moments, he felt his pent-up seed desperate to be released and grunted as he fired the first spurt into her.

He panicked and pulled out firing his remaining ropes onto her tight stomach. He couldn't have her leaking cum. He wouldn't know how to explain that if she felt it leak out of her.

He grabbed napkins off of the credenza and wiped her down as completely as he could.

Satisfied that he removed all of the evidence from her body, he carried her back to her desk and dressed her.

Careful to put her in the position he found her, he kissed her cheek, whispered, "Happy Valentine's Day," walked back to the open elevator door, and stepped in.

He pushed the reset button and the elevator doors began to close.

*****

Jill suddenly felt her body shudder with a tremendous orgasm. She grabbed the desk in front of her and cried out in pleasure.

"What the fuck was that?" She thought as she came down from her bliss.

She saw the time was 6:16 and caught her reflection in the little mirror her boss gave everyone to remind them to smile while on a customer call.

"Why is my hair down?" She asked the reflection staring back at her.

She looked around and didn't see her hair tie anywhere.

"What is happening to me?" She asked the empty room.

*****

Tom watched as Jill approached his desk on a warm April morning. He smiled at the memory of his Valentine's Day adventure with Jill. Then the pangs of guilt hit him again.

"Tom, do you have a minute? I'd like for you to see something upstairs."

She was her usual icy self, which calmed him.

"Sure, Miss Fields."

"Tom, I think it's time for you to call me Jill. Don't you agree?"

"Well, Ma'am, it's not appropriate."

She smirked and answered, "Come with me, please. It won't take a minute."

Jill led him to the conference room where he took her that fateful day and asked him to sit beside her.

She handed him an iPad and commanded, "Please watch this security video and let me know what you think."

He pressed play and watched as he walked in front of the elevator, pulled something out of his pocket, then disappeared. The timestamp was 6:15.

"I'm not sure..." he was panicked. He couldn't believe he was so careless as to not return to his exact spot before restarting time.

"It looks to me as if you disappeared into thin air," she stated.

"It must've been a glitch. I assure you I walked onto the elevator."

"I'm sure you did. Tom, I know it was you who gave me the three gifts. You didn't know about the camera we have on the elevator, did you?"

"Uh, well, you see...wait! Three gifts?" He asked resigned to the fact that he was caught.

She smiled and took his hand.

"The perfume, the flowers, and this," she placed his hand on her stomach. "I'm pregnant."

She smiled as he sat back in shock.

"Happy belated Valentine's Day, Daddy."