My New Boss Ch. 12

The morning came and I woke up filled with excitement and nerves. I knew that going to dinner with Paul tonight was more of a favor than a date, but I had no doubt that he'd make it worth my while. I got out of bed and shivered. I had gone to bed naked and the cool morning air had me searching for my robe. I found it in my closet and wrapped the thin, silky material around my body. I walked into the kitchen and started making some coffee.

As I reached up to pull a mug out of the cabinet, I heard my phone ringing from my bedside table. I smiled as I went to retrieve it. I saw Paul's name and answered immediately.

"Good morning, Mr. Taylor." I said seductively.

"Good morning to you, beautiful."

"What can I do for you, Sir? You're up awfully early, aren't you?"

"I just woke up and I'm laying here, trying to get motivated to get up and go to the gym. I've missed my last couple of morning workouts." he explained.

"Oh. Well, I'm partially to blame for that. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. You've been giving me plenty of exercise lately."

I laughed. "That's true. So, what did you need?"

"I was just thinking about how cold and lonely my bed is this morning and I thought about how much better it was yesterday. I got to thinking about you, and now I'm laying here with a hard dick. I thought maybe you could help me out a little."

My heart started pounding as I sat down onto my bed.

"Oh yeah? What kind of help would you like?" I smiled, playing along.

His voice deepened. "Well, why don't you start by telling me what you're wearing."

"Not much. Just a red, silk robe."

"Where are you at?"

"I'm sitting on my bed." I ran my hand along the sheets beside me.

"Lay down." he commanded.

"Alright." I slowly lowered myself back onto the bed. "Now what, Sir?"

"Untie your robe." he growled. I could hear his breathing picking up.

I pulled the tie on the robe open and the robe glided across my skin and fell to either side of my body. The cool air against my breasts made my nipples stand tall. I pressed my legs together tightly, feeling the pressure building in my pussy.

"It's untied, Sir."

"What do you want to do now, Brooke?"

I closed my eyes and moaned softly into the phone. "Mmmm. I want to touch myself, Mr. Taylor."

"Do it. Tell me exactly how you're touching yourself."

I whimpered as I started setting the scene for him.

"I'm rubbing my stomach, Sir. I'm running my fingers up over my breasts. My nipples are so hard, Mr. Taylor. I wish you were here to suck on them for me." I purred.

"Me too, baby. What else?"

"I'm pulling on my left nipple. I'm trying to twist it exactly like you did last night." I moaned into the phone as I grabbed my flesh, trying to match the pleasure that Paul, so expertly, pulls from my body. My back arched off the bed slightly. My hips started rolling gently. "I can feel my pussy starting to get wet, Sir."

Paul groaned into the phone. "You sound so fucking sexy, Brooke. I want you put the phone on speaker next to you so you can use both hands."

I did exactly as he said. I rolled my head towards the phone.

"I have both hands free." I mumbled.

"Good. Now, grab both of those beautiful tits, baby. Drag your nails across your skin." he directed.

I closed my eyes and scratched my nails across my breasts. I could feel my nipples tighten further under my fingers. I let out a deep moan.

"Good girl. Now pinch those sexy nipples. Squeeze them like I would, Brooke."

I sucked in a deep breath as I pinched them again, twisting them slowly. My abs tightened and my ass lifted off the bed.

"Oh God, Mr. Taylor. I'm so wet." I moaned. I could feel the wetness leaking out of me. I rolled my head back up towards the ceiling, my eyes shut tight.

"What do you want to do, Brooke? Tell me what you want." His voice was strained.

"I want to rub my clit, Mr. Taylor. I want to rub my clit and slide my fingers into my pussy." I sobbed.

"Good. Drag your hands down over your stomach. Slowly inch your way closer to that beautiful, wet pussy."

I whined softly as my hands drifted from my breasts, down my quivering stomach. I dragged my fingers over my pubic bone, just waiting for his command.

"Mmmm. Please may I rub my clit, Sir? Please let me get my fingers wet." I pleaded.

I could hear him smile as he groaned. "Fuck yes. Rub that sweet little clit, baby."

I didn't waste a single second. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, my left hand found it's way to my clit. I humped against my fingers, finding the exact friction that I was desperately looking for. I rolled my head back towards the phone and moaned deeply.

"Ohhhh, fuck. Oh, yessss."

I could hear Paul breathing heavily. I heard the faint sounds of him jerking on his dick, his fist working his shaft furiously.

"Ohhh, Brooke. Keep rubbing your clit but put the phone down between your legs. I want to hear how wet your pussy is, baby." he groaned.

I whimpered and put the phone between my legs. I couldn't believe that I was doing this for him. He had a way of making me do things that I never imagined I'd have the nerve to do. I rubbed my clit a little faster.

"Keep rubbing your clit, and push two fingers inside your pussy, Brooke." he growled.

"Yes, Sir." I kept the pressure on my clit as my right hand made it's way down to my dripping slit. I slowly pushed my middle and ring fingers into my warm pussy. I gasped as my fingers pushed their way between the tight, slick folds.

"Oh f-fuck, Mr. Taylor!"

"Shit. Brooke, work your fingers in and out. Let me hear how juicy that sweet pussy is for me."

I moaned as I started quickly pumping my fingers in and out of myself. The wetness was coating my fingers and dripping down between my ass cheeks, onto the robe beneath me. The wet sounds of my fingers filling my pussy were directly over the phone speaker.

"Oh yeah...that's good. Work that pussy for me, baby." he groaned.

I could feel the pressure building inside of me. My left hand was still massaging my clit and I was finger fucking my pussy like a madwoman.

"Oh, Mr. Taylor....I'm close. I-I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!" I wailed. My back arched off of the bed towards the ceiling as the dam burst and my orgasm hit me like a crashing wave. I rolled my head into the pillow beside me and screamed. My fingers never let up, working my pussy until they ached. As my senses slowly returned, I could hear Paul on the other end of the line, experiencing his orgasm at the same time.

"Oh fuck, Brooke. Oh, yes. Fuck!" he grunted. I could hear his fist jerking wildly on his wet cock. I sat up quickly and leaned over the phone.

"Mmmm. I wish I was there to lick up all of your cum, Sir. I wish you were shooting your cum all over my wet tongue right now. I can't wait to taste you again." I groaned breathlessly. I slowly pulled my fingers out of my pussy. I could hear Paul's labored breathing and I smiled as I tried to catch my own.

We were both silent for a few seconds as we came down from our climax.

Paul sighed heavily. "Holy shit, Brooke."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Mr. Taylor. You are amazing. I have no idea how you make me do these things, but you never fail."

"I'm amazing? Hell, my stomach is covered in a huge load of my cum. Next time, we're doing this over Skype." he laughed.

"Sounds good to me." I glanced at the clock next to my bed. Thankfully, I had woken up a few minutes early, but this unexpected phone sex session put me behind. It was 7:08am. I had less than an hour to get ready and get to work.

"Sir, I have to get ready. I don't want to be late two days in a row."

"No problem, baby. I'll see you at the office in a couple hours."

"Great. See you then, Sir. And...thank you. That was a great way to start my day." I laughed.

"Same here."

"Bye." I hung up and sat the phone in front of me. As I kneeled on the bed, I realized that the robe beneath me was soaked with my wetness and that my thighs were completely covered. I needed a shower.

The coffee would have to wait.

I jumped into the shower and washed the sweat and stickiness off of my body. I soaped my skin and washed my hair, completely aware of the smile that refused to leave my face. Paul gave me something to look forward to every single day. I never imagined that an office affair could be so exciting and gratifying. I rinsed all of the suds off my body and stepped out, wrapping a towel around me. I dried my hair, and left it down. It was silky and straight. I applied some makeup and perfume, then dropped my towel into the basket and walked to my dresser. I slipped into a lace, nude colored bra and matching pair of panties.

As I was sliding my panties into place, I heard my phone chime, alerting me to a new message. I grabbed my phone and opened the link. It was a picture. I recognized the bed immediately. It was a picture of Paul, gripping his cock. His stomach was covered in thick pools of semen. I raised my eyebrows. It was obvious that he really did have a happy ending this morning, right along with me.

I sent him a quick text.

Brooke Kelley: Looks like you found the relief

that you had been looking for. Glad I could assist

you this morning. See you soon.

I shook my head as I walked to my closet. I decided on a tight fitting pair of dress pants that made my ass look tight and incredible, if I did say so myself. I paired it with a very tight white shirt with a deep V cut into my cleavage. I slipped on my heels and a small necklace that hung delicately onto my chest.

The clock told me that I had about 20 minutes to get to work, so I poured my coffee into a travel mug and grabbed an apple to eat on the way. I picked up my things and headed to work.

As I walked down the sidewalk, I realized that for the first time in a long time, I had an extra pep in my step. I felt vibrant and I felt happy. I don't know if it was Paul, or the fact that I'd had more orgasms in the last week than I'd had in the last 2 years combined, or if perhaps it was a little bit of both. But that morning as I walked to the office, eating my apple and drinking my coffee, I was convinced that the day would only bring more excitement.

I walked into the building and filed into the elevator with a few other people. The car made a couple stops at various floors, before finally letting me off on ours.

I got straight to work. I confirmed the dinner reservations for tonight and called to make sure that the other couple had the correct time and restaurant. Paul also had a lunch meeting with some existing clients today, to discuss his visions for the company since he'd taken over for Mr. Howard. I called the caterer and confirmed the food orders and set to work getting some papers ready for the lunch conference.

Around 8:50, I realized that Paul would be coming in shortly, so I went to the break room and got his coffee. I picked up a muffin as well and headed to his office. I set the food on his plate and started preparing his desk for him. I never really went this all out for Mr. Howard, but it never seemed necessary then. Now, with Paul, these small acts of service seemed appropriate somehow. As I got his tablet and computer started, I noticed a delivery man standing outside the door, holding a small package. I walked out to greet him.

"Hi there. Are you looking for Paul Taylor?" I asked politely.

"No, I'm actually looking for a Miss Brooke Kelley." he replied.

"Oh. That's me." I looked at the small, flat package curiously.

He handed it to me, nodded and walked back to the elevator. I turned it around and looked at the label. No return, it simply had my name and work address. Puzzled, I walked back into Paul's office for some privacy. I stood with my back to the door and placed the lightweight package on his desk. I opened it and pulled out a small, black garment box. The glossy words 'La Perla' were written on top.

I grinned. It was lingerie. Very expensive lingerie. It was obviously from Paul. I opened the box slowly and peeled back the tissue liner.

Inside was the smallest, most delicate black lace teddy I had ever seen. It had garters and sheer, black thigh highs attached. It was so small that I was positive it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I didn't dare hold it up, I just unfolded it and grinned as I stared at it, laying elegantly in it's box.

"That will look incredible on you tonight." Paul's voice was low and full of lust. I folded the lingerie back into place and closed the lid as he walked behind his desk. I smiled up at him.

"Mr. Taylor, that is a very expensive gift."

He shrugged. "It will be worth. I get to imagine you in this during dinner, then I get to see it on you in person afterwards." He looked me up and down, grinning mischievously.

I shook my head. "I don't know what to say. Thank you, Sir."

"I'll be thanking you tonight, I'm sure." he took a sip of the coffee that I sat out for him.

"Did you make it to the gym this morning, Sir?" I asked coyly.

He nodded. "I did. My heart was already pounding when I got there, though."

"I'm glad to hear that your morning was so pleasant, Sir. Mine was equally as enjoyable. I'll be at my desk if you need me." I smiled and scooped the box off of his desk. I walked back to my seat and tucked the sexy lingerie into my desk drawer.

I glanced into Paul's office and watched as he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. I sat there and wondered what it was that was so erotic about watching a man push up his sleeves like that. He rubbed his muscular forearms as he scrolled down the screen of his tablet, probably looking at his schedule for the day. I caught myself staring and had to force myself to get back to work.

By lunchtime, nearly all of our employees had left the office for lunch that day, and Paul's lunch conference guests were starting to arrive. I directed each of them to the conference room. Each of their meals were set out and everything that Paul needed for the meeting was prepared. I went to his office and knocked softly on the door.

"Excuse me, Mr. Taylor. Your meeting is ready to begin." I smiled.

Paul grinned and walked to the door, pulling me inside his office and closing the door. He wrapped his hands on either side of my jaw and pressed his lips against mine. I wrapped my hands around the muscular forearms that I'd been admiring this morning. He pulled his mouth off of mine slowly, then leaned back in for one more small kiss.

He let go of me and walked back to his desk to get his suit jacket. He unrolled his sleeves and refastened the cuffs.

"What was that for?" I asked, unable to stop a wide smile from breaking across my face.

He shrugged as he slipped his jacket on over his broad shoulders.

"I don't know. I've just wanted to kiss you since this morning. Is that alright?" he grinned.

"Absolutely. You can do that any time you want, Sir." I opened the door to his office, stepping back so he could exit and go to his meeting. He grabbed his iPad, tucked his phone into his pocket and walked to the door. He grabbed my ass on his way out and squeezed it firmly. He winked down at me and headed to the conference room.

I leaned my head back against the door and sighed. I watched him walk into the conference room and close the door behind him. Through the glass windows, I could see him shaking hands and giving brief, one armed hugs to the associates around the room. Paul was charismatic and charming.

I stood there and wondered how on Earth I managed to get involved with such a powerful, passionate man. I squeezed my thighs together and glanced at the clock. I started mentally counting down the minutes.

Dinner just couldn't come soon enough.