Keeping Her Job - Pt. 02

Keeping her Job - Part 2

***From previous part***

"Every day," I said, looking down at her. She bit her lip but nodded, inadvertently squeezing my hand harder onto her chest before letting go. Reliving that moment, I wished I had let my hand linger there a little longer, maybe run my thumb across where her nipple had been. Instead I just dropped my hand and nodded. I turned the door handle and let myself out rejoining the team in the open office space we shared. Samantha didn't follow behind me and I assumed she had gone to wash her face perhaps. My phone buzzed as I settled back into my desk.

"I promise I will do better" Samantha texted, and attached was a picture of her at arm's length. Only Sam's small chin was visible in the shot, the hoodie was gone again, her shirt was held up with one heavily tattooed arm and the cups of her bra had been hastily pulled down. My breath caught and altogether stopped for a few fleeting seconds while I took in Sam's breasts for the first time. Not a trace of tan lines. Her breasts were large but had been larger before and they had a little sag as I suspected, they looked pillowy soft and incredibly inviting. They were not the perky, gravity-defying tits of a teenager and for that I was grateful. Her areolas were lightly colored, the tight skin of which betrayed her nervousness or her arousal, perhaps both. A faint shadow of a blue-green vein ran across her left areola. Her nipples were small and looked painfully tight. I was a bit surprised that they were not pierced. I could have looked at that picture for the rest of the day but at the moment Samantha walked back into the bullpen as it were. Her bulky university jacket well-zipped up as she made her way to her desk. She avoided my eyes as she made her way back to her desk.

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*** Part 2 ***

Understandably, I found it hard to concentrate for the rest of the day. I looked for any excuse to open my phone and look at my employee Samantha flashing me her soft fleshy tits. I was lost in the details, the soft pale skin of her breasts and the bumpy ridges of her nipples made my mouth water. The way her bra had been half-hazzardly pulled down and bit into the underside of her right breast was incredibly hot in its candidness and It was all I could do not to pull my cock out and jerk off right behind her. Indeed, being able to look at her naked breasts while she was sitting less than six feet in front of me, demurely typing away at her laptop, her wispy messy bun swaying drove me into constant distraction.

I had half expected Sam to keep the pictures coming after work but that had never been discussed. Just wishful thinking on my part, but the craving for more nagged at me fiercely. It was like knowing I had a key to a locked door to treasures inside and having to wait to try to use it. I was a kid with a new toy and I wanted to play. I wanted Sam's tits in my mouth! Thankfully though, I didn't give in to the temptation of texting her in the middle of the night and possibly cause trouble for her and I, but my mind whirled with imaginary conversations and scenarios. I replayed the conversation from earlier that day and I changed the responses in my head when she had gotten up to lock the door to the conference room the first time to offer me a blowjob to save her job. Most scenarios in my head ended with Samantha on her knees with my cock in her tiny little mouth or on her back on the conference table with her pants dangling from one of her frayed Converse.

I got very little rest that night, I scaled the range of emotions from excitement to anger at myself and was almost disgruntled again by the time I walked in the office the next morning. I thought back to the holiday team party the previous year when I first met Samantha. She had been a shy kid, still not old enough to drink back then, but apparently old enough to shack up with one of my technicians. She wore a fitted black dress that ended just above her knees with tall chunky black boots. She stuck out like a sore thumb along my colorful and tenured team but in a pleasant way. The team zeroed in on her like puppies to a new toy and completely ate her up. She had a cute laugh as my team chatted her up. She gave as much as she received, a tough kid playing dress-up to hang out with the "adults'' for the night. While my team laughed, ate and drank, glimpses of her pale, creamy thighs as we sat around the dark restaurant made the evening memorable for me and a worthwhile company expense.

Compared to the sexy, happy sprite of that evening, the schleppy mess that I had received instead when she started working for me very much felt like I had become a victim of bait and switch. I sighed, staring at her picture though. This new development had some serious promise. I looked at her creamy breasts for the umpteenth time that night and wondered how much I was going to regret letting my cock make the decisions that day.

Regardless, those tits were too good to ignore so as I laid in bed I reached in my pants and fished out my cock. I pictured her little pouty mouth pressing against the head of my cock, hesitant at first. Just a little kiss. Her little tongue giving me a tentative lick before opening her mouth wider to take me in. My fist squeezed my shaft as I imagined her little hands would do, surprised when I reached down to palm her swinging tit to take a pebbly nipple between my fingers. My mind swirled with thoughts of her whining with my cock in her mouth as I pinched on that nipple and tugged on it with proprietorship. I was still looking at her creamy tit on my phone when I felt my muscles stirring and my stomach tighten. I closed my eyes for a second to concentrate on the memory of her saying,

"Please! I'll give you a blowjob!"

And later,

"I'll still suck your... I'll do anything you ask. Please."

It was the memory of the tone of her voice as she begged that finally pushed me over the edge. I grunted to myself as ropes of thick, viscous cum landed on my stomach and all over my hand. I breathed out heavily, caught my breath, then begrudgingly got up to clean myself, got back in bed and pulled up the pictures again, watching her slowly strip for me.

I was still lost in these thoughts the next morning, not getting much work done when the front door opened and Betty walked in with a cheery hello. When I looked up from my laptop to acknowledge her I saw Sam's car enter the parking lot through the office windows. The time on the corner of my laptop read 9:05a. So much for her promising to come in early the day before.

Sam parked and shuffled in a minute later with a small, "Good morning" as she bee-lined it to her desk. I didn't look up from my desk. I usually made it a habit to be in the office by eight to beat the morning traffic. It allowed me time to get a jump on email and other odds and ends before the phones started ringing. Sam was usually the first one in sometime closer to nine with the rest of the team following soon after. On rare days, Sam and I might exchange a few non-work related words before the others arrived but she was a pretty shy person normally, not one to start up a conversation and I could be (I later learned) pretty intimidating so that didn't make for a good spontaneous conversation combination, regardless of how close we sat to each other. There was also the large age gap between us to add to the divide of what we could even talk about, so more often than not we would work in awkward silence after hellos for a few minutes until the others joined in. Not so that morning though and I wondered if she had made an effort to come in later than usual to avoid being alone with me.

The rest of the staff trailed in and soon the small office was abuzz with chatter. Complaints about traffic clashed against those about the weather and who had what for dinner the evening before. It was a loud cacophony that you either grew to love or stewed in silence through. I was undecided if I wanted to upgrade us to a larger space when our lease ran out or put up with the chaos. I've never had a need for more privacy, but recent events notwithstanding had me thinking that through all over again. After several minutes of perfunctory morning chatter, Betty got up and left to the office kitchen to make herself some coffee. My phone buzzed loudly on my desk as soon as Betty was out of sight. I noticed Sam flinched when it did.

"I took a couple of..." Sam murmured over her shoulder, the words running together to be almost an inaudible mumble. Her ears and the tops of her cheeks went red at the sound of her own voice, she turned back to her desk, scribbled something and turned back. She dropped a piece of paper on my desk with an indecisive wave of her hand, her handwriting was large, loopy and girly,

"I wasn't sure if you only wanted me to take them here or if these are okay."

I didn't respond right away. Instead I picked up my phone. There were two pictures waiting for me, both taken in her bathroom at home. The lighting was dim and in one of the pictures she'd managed to capture the three-light fixture above the mirror, one of which had a bulb burned out. She was standing in front of a slightly foggy mirror, she had a faded teal-colored towel around herself and another coiled on top of her head. Sam held the phone in front of her with both hands so that it covered most of her face in the reflection. Her lips, the only part of her face that was visible in the reflection, were slightly pursed, decisive. Dewy droplets of water on her naked shoulders and collarbone caught my attention. Tattoos started just below her shoulders and traveled down her arms. Her right arm was mostly covered down to her wrist with bold and colorful designs that I didn't spend any time trying to make out while her left arm was a series of smaller tattoos not yet connected. A wildly distracting work in progress. On her left forearm by itself, I noticed a stormtrooper helmet,

"Didn't take you for a star wars fan" I said automatically.

"What?" her voice came out a surprised squeak.

"The stormtrooper," I explained and she put her right hand over her covered forearm,

"Oh, yeah," she scoffed with an eye roll, "total hardcore fan."

I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or just nervous. I went with the latter.

"Did you catch the alligator scene on the Mandalorian?" I baited. She bit,

"Oh my God! That was so --" Samantha spun around just as I was swiping my phone to the next picture. I very briefly saw that it looked like the towel was gone before a wide-eyed Sam reached over to cover the screen with her hand. She squeezed my fingers and the screen went blank. Sam yanked her hand away snapping her head forward but nobody had caught the exchange. Sam exhaled loudly and turned to mutter,

"Sorry, I... I..."

"It's okay..." I said, deliberately turning the phone back on where her picture immediately filled my phone. Sam's eyes took in the picture and groaned while shrinking into her seat, "Oh my gawd..."

"What's wrong?!" Roger called out loudly from the front of the room.

"Nothing!" Sam quipped quickly, "I was just --"

"Oh," Roger didn't bother waiting for her to finish, "I thought something important happened."

"I'm okay," Sam said and turned to me with a wide-eyed expression of terrified amusement. I looked past her to make sure no one was looking back, then turned my attention down again.

The image on my phone was breathtaking. Sam was standing in front of the same mirror but this time she held the phone with one hand while the other held on to the towel gathered in front of her about her waist. She stood with her back straight pushing her pillowy naked breasts out. Her nipples were shiny, wet and tight. Her forehead and side of her face glistened, wet tendrils of dark blonde hair slidered down the side of her face and curled down her neck. Her eyes were bright and challenging. My mouth watered and a groan escaped me.

"You look amazing" I breathed out so that the words didn't carry past her ears.

"Yeah right," she countered immediately, a defense mechanism at work. She lowered her voice to barely above a whisper, "I hate it. I look so fat there."

She didn't look fat at all, not to me but I also hadn't spent any time looking at her stomach. When I did, I didn't see anything that I didn't like and I told her so.

"I really like it." I said in earnest, meeting her eyes for a fleeting second before she broke eye contact when Betty walked back in the room complaining that the creamer smelled funny so she had to make herself a second cup. With that interruption Sam straightened her chair and I too fell back behind my laptop, though after a few minutes my cell phone buzzed with a text,

"Do you really like it?"

I looked up and saw that Sam had her head tilted back a little towards me. Wispy strands of blond hair floated above her head. I pulled up her picture again and my eyes zeroed in on the texture of her exposed pale skin. I could make out goosebumps on her breasts and her arms, a detail that I found sexy as hell so I said softly,

"I really do."

I thought I saw the corners of her lips turn upwards before she turned her chair back towards her desk. We worked mostly in silence, the phones were oddly quiet that morning and once the chatter died, the only sounds heard were the click and clacks of our keyboards and the occasional follow up question about who had seen what on TV the night before.

As the morning wore on I got pulled away to put out one occasional fire after another. Every time I was able to, I would return to my desk to try to catch Sam's eyes but each time it seemed that she was occupied in one thing or another, her nose buried in her laptop. I wanted to see her better now that I could imagine what she looked like under her clothes. I wanted to task her with something that would make her turn her chair to me for clarification for an indefinite amount of time but I couldn't think of anything that for the other's sake wouldn't sound fake or forced, not that the rest of the staff would have noticed but still. Sam was small and all but disappeared behind the tall back of the chair with just the top of her head visible, a messy bun was all I could see from my vantage point.

Sometimes when there is a lot to do the day just seems to fly by and that is usually appreciated. This was one of those times when I wanted to slow the day some but it was determined to get away from me. My mind seemed to be everywhere except where it needed to be. My imagination was a dangerous thing to let reign loose. My productivity was laughable that day.

"Do you want more...?"

The words reached my ears softly and I almost thought I'd imagined them but I looked up to see Sam sitting sideways on her chair. She wasn't looking my way but had her ear trained in my direction. There was no need to explain what "more" she referred to.

"I do..." I said and caught the smallest of nods, or maybe she didn't nod at all before she stood up causing me to notice the shapeless high waisted jeans that she had on as I watched her walk away. They were loose and did nothing for her and I couldn't help but wonder if they, like the matronly bra I had seen her in the day before, were hand-me-downs. I really didn't think so but I found it hard to believe the shapeless pants to be something she would have chosen for herself. Maybe she was just thrifty? Either way, I was mostly just amused at her fashion style. My cock still twitched in anticipation of her taking more pictures for me, but apparently the day did not want to cooperate with my lustful desires and my installers chose exactly that time to walk into the office, Thomas, Sam's boyfriend included.

The guys often stopped by in between jobs to collect supplies or drop things off as they crisscrossed the city so having them pop in wasn't uncommon, just really shitty timing that day. Sam shot me a tight lipped look before awkwardly greeting her boyfriend and shuffling, seemingly frustrated back to her desk.

"Sorry!" she mouthed as she sat. I waved it off understanding, but privately I wanted to groan in frustration. I watched Sam take repeated careful glances my way and guessed that she could see through my efforts to be nonchalant about the whole thing. From my vantage point Sam appeared conflicted, antsy in her chair. Her face when I could catch it had a pained look of conflict.

The guys brought the office staff up to speed on a few things, stayed to make a polite amount of small talk, much to Sam and mine's distress before excusing themselves to prepare for the next job. From the vantage point of my desk right behind her, I watched Samantha put both of her feet on the ground and begin to push herself off her chair but backpedal and sink bank down with a squeak when Thomas walked back into the bullpen and straight over to me.

Thomas leaned over my desk with his back to Sam as we went over a few details on a project he was put in charge of. Behind him, his girlfriend looked at me with a tight-lipped sigh, shoulders slumped. She looked annoyed and slightly deflated, so perhaps I wasn't the only one who probably had different expectations of how the day was meant to go. This thought stirred something in me. I couldn't steal too many glances at Sam with her boyfriend standing next to me so I turned my attention back to the work in front of me. I was actually able to get Sam's tits out of my mind enough to get some work done for a while. Thomas's business with me finished, I received a phone call from a job site needing my attention and so I let the team know I was heading out. Sam kept her eyes on her laptop while I gave the rest of the team some final instructions and left the office. As I put my car in gear I received a text from Sam,

"Should I wait?"

I frowned at the phone and quickly typed out,

"That won't be necessary. I'll see you tomorrow"

I pulled out of the parking lot and merged into traffic not noticing Sam's response until later in the day,

"Okay :( "

I met with the general contractor on the project. We discussed some changes their client wanted to do and brainstormed solutions to the more reasonable ones. I updated numbers in my head while we spoke and gave the GC some rough totals with timelines that he could go over with his client. In the meanwhile, we agreed to put the current work on hold pending final decisions. I took the opportunity to inspect the work my teams had done up to that point and was satisfied with what I saw. Better yet, so was the GC. We discussed some upcoming projects and I was able to secure his vote of confidence to bring us aboard. It was long after quitting time by the time I left.

All in all it hadn't been a bad day, nothing worth complaining about but I was still in a contemplative mood by the time I pulled into my driveway at the end of the day. I poured myself some whiskey and sat on the couch. I pulled up Sam's pictures from the morning. I looked at Sam's eyes, the determined look with her little mouth closed, there was something there that I wanted to decipher. Reluctant submission or challenge? My eyes traveled lower to her pebbly nipples, tight and wet. I imagined how those nipples would feel in my mouth should I get so lucky to get an opportunity. Once more, I got lost picturing myself tugging at them and learning the sounds that she would make for me. I leaned back on the couch and opened my pants. Was she a moaner or a screamer? I presumed, from the way that she carried herself at the office, of her as the silent type, a thought that just made me want to fantasize about hearing her gasping silently and biting back a more guttural groan. I stared at Sam's tits, reached for my cock with my free hand when a message from her came through,