Office Fun Ch. 02: It Starts

CHAPTER TWO: IT STARTS

He told me to think about it over the weekend. Think about it? It was like he thought I might not after suggesting such a thing to me late Friday. And, just what else was I going to think about? Nothing else. As Sunday evening came, I wondered if I had thought about anything all weekend except for his suggestion, his proposal. The words rang in my head all weekend, "What if ... just a what if ... you were to fuck all the guys, suck them off, dress sexy and tease them."

My mind spun around on the same questions: Could that even work? How would it work? Could I do that? Is that what I think I need now?

All the while I knew it was the most exciting idea I had ever heard. The girls were out of the house, I had a new job with a bunch of great guys in a small company, and I was wanting to discover a life I had always been denied. My sexual response to fucking Bob had been the confirming exclamation point, if I ever needed one.

When I walked into the office Monday morning, I didn't know if I had consciously made a definitive decision in my mind. I dressed for work like I almost always did: conservative blouse, knee-length skirt, pantyhose, bra and panties (not necessarily matched), and low-heeled shoes. I greeted those who were already in the office as I always did. Nothing outwardly could have seemed different that morning. Inwardly, though, it was as if I was moving on some kind of cruise control. I don't know that I could have even verified that I saw all the traffic lights or stop signs along my route from home.

It was the same as I entered my workstation, dropped my purse and lunch, turned the computer on, took my phone off automatic messaging, leaned over the back edge and started the copier and printer. Then, without a thought I was in the doorway of Bob's office, softly rapping on the open door.

"Bob, can we talk?"

He smiled, "Of course. Should the door be closed, or ... won't that be necessary?"

I turned without response and closed his door. We might be informal in the office, but if a door is closed it is treated as private. I stood for a moment with my hand on the doorknob, then turned and took the same chair I had used Friday. Neither of us said anything for a few moments. It could have been very awkward but he was very patient.

"Bob ... I thought of nothing else all weekend. You know ..." He nodded. Yes, he knew and he had probably been holding his breath all weekend. On the one hand, he was probably wondering what I might decide, and on the other hand, hoping he didn't drive me away from the company.

I peeked at him and he saw it. He beat me, apparently not able to be that patient in silence. "Patty, I shouldn't have said what I did. I don't want to lose you. I don't want you to leave because I made a stupid suggestion that rose from you confiding in me your deepest desires. I was out-of-line."

He thought my quiet was because I was upset; that I was disappointed in him? "Bob, no, no ... my response is YES, but there are things I ... we ... have to understand."

He looked back in amazement. He had prepared himself for anger and retribution. I said, yes, though. He was still wrapping his head around the answer. He looked at me carefully as if he was trying to verify what his ears told him. I nodded and smiled.

He recovered admirably. "What understandings? You think you can do this?"

I smiled, diverting my eyes as I blushed intensely. "Do I think I can do this? I don't honestly know. What I do know is that I WANT to do this. You know my story now, Bob. Yes, I confided in you my deepest desires that night. I liked that night, Bob. Not just the fuck, though it truly was amazing, but that I chose to do it. I realized I needed to do it. It had been a long time and the experience I had was limited, but you also know I am hungry for more experiences." I smiled shyly, "As you said, better here than strangers from bars."

His smile was broad and the confident, controlled president was back. I just knew he would support me in everything. I also had confidence that once we really began he would challenge and push me to experience more and more. It was what I confided in him, which drew all this out into his proposal last Friday. We discussed the questions of how in an office this idea could work. Who would be involved, how is it would be controlled? The office is so small, it isn't as if something like this could be hidden for long. There were five managers in the office, four guys up front, Bill Clancy as a manager in the shop, and the 20 guys working in the shop. What were we even talking about? The idea is exciting, but how could it be practical, manageable? There were a lot of questions.

Bob was a problem-solver, though, it was how a small company like us competed in a larger market. He saw opportunities and how someone like us with flexibility and speed could take advantage of those opportunities when a larger company was still trying to see the opportunity. He was sitting in his classic 'Bob thinking' pose, as we called it. Turned slightly to the side, his fingers steepled to his lips, his eyes focused on something far off through the window.

He turned to me, "We start small and work it out as we go. At some point, you're right, it will be too much to control and we have to manage it with rules and understandings. If you're willing, let's start out just between us as a teaser for what will come. Before we extend it. I will have to have private, confidential conversations. I suppose there is still the risk of harassment claims even with the guys." I nodded. I was putting myself in his hands. I suddenly saw this as a great risk for him like for me. I could go somewhere else for a job and he would protect me even if the company was slapped with a harassment claim. Or, he could settle it and I would still be here. But, the company was his and the risk was to the company in any claim.

"Whatever you think, Bob."

"Oh, my dear, be careful. You might not believe how I might think." I laughed with him. It was interesting. In that moment, I knew I was past the self-doubts. Whatever his thoughts might come to, I wanted to experience things.

"I'm trusting you, Bob. How's that for a downer? I'm putting my trust in the guy who loved his wife the way you did." He smiled. I could see it in his eyes, touché. I called his bluff and he knew it.

"Are you ready?"

"Now?"

"Why wait? Maybe you want to lock that door now." He watched me intently, studying my eyes, facial reaction, body reaction. I stood and moved to the door. I stopped at the door with my fingers at the knob. Seconds ticked by as I stood there. My fingers turned the lock and I returned to the chair. His hand came up to stop me from sitting. "What did you call it last Friday?" An office toy, I responded. "Yes, I like that. Let's see what we have here, then."

I put my arms out and turned slowly in a circle where I stood. He smiled. "Yes, very nice, but I meant really see. Remove your blouse, Patty."

I sucked in air with a gasp. He really was starting. My hands were shaking and it felt like my knees might collapse, but my heart was racing with excitement and instantly I felt wetness between my thighs in my pussy lips. My shaking fingers moved to the top button and they worked down the front of my blouse until I had to pulled the blouse from my skirt to finish unbuttoning it. My blouse was fully open and my hands moved to pull it off my shoulders and down my arms. I dropped it onto the adjacent chair. On my own, I turned around, again, for his appraisal.

"Yes, very nice, Patty. Remember, though, I've seen you naked, already."

"Yes ... but not in your office. You can't believe the difference it feels for me."

He smiled reassuringly. "Now, your skirt."

My fingers were shaking again as they worked the clasp and zipper at the side. I glanced at him, saw him watching intently, and pushed the garment over my hips and let it drop to the floor. I stepped out of it and dropped it on the chair. Again, I turned around for him. I was standing in my bra, pantyhose, and panties. I had kicked my shoes off with my skirt.

"Pantyhose. You had pantyhose on last Wednesday, too." I nodded. It was all I wore. "That won't do, Patty. Pantyhose isn't sexy. Take them off." He opened his desk drawer and came out with scissors. "Cut them up as a ritualistic commitment to never again wear them."

I even smiled as I did as he said. I pushed the pantyhose down, having to sit to remove them from my feet. As I lifted one foot, then the other, I was sure he could see the wetness on the gusset of my panties. I stood and cut the pantyhose into small pieces, dropping them into his wastebasket in the process. I stood in my bra and panties. The panties were cotton briefs and the bra was a basic soft cup. I knew what he was going to say before he did.

He was shaking his head, "Not sexy, Patty. You are, don't get me wrong, but we can't be having you running around her in bra and panties and not having them be sexy." Running around in my bra and panties? "Is that what you own?" I nodded. I've been divorced and being a mom for five years. "We're going to take care of that today. I know some shops at the mall my wife loved and frequented. If they are still there. I'll check."

"Bob, I can't ... I mean, I can't afford to change out my whole wardrobe."

"I wouldn't ask you to. I will buy you some new things, then if you decide to continue, I'll give you a credit card to use for more and other expenses resulting from what the guys might suggest. I have a feeling they will have suggestions." I blushed at the thought of him dressing me and the others having ideas of how I might dress for them. He saw my blush but didn't give me time to get too nervous.

"Now, off with the bra and panties. We'll definitely find you much sexier items than that to tease everyone with."

I wasn't sure what was going through my mind, if anything, but my hands reached behind me and unclasped my bra. I shrugged it off my shoulders and down my arms. I then pushed my panties over my hips and down my legs. I was about to crouch down to pick them up when he stopped me, again.

"Patty, turn your back to me, part your feet about a foot, and bend over to pick them up without bending your knees." God, I'd heard about this move. I didn't think I could get any redder, but I think I did. I moved as he instructed, then, to truly give him what he wanted, I glanced back as I was fully bent over. He smiled widely.

I stood before him, again. I turned to him, again. He was enjoying this. I was wetter than I think I might ever have been without being touched. I stood before him in his office and was completely naked. Just outside his office were the sounds of people beginning to go about their work. I was watching his face as I stood before him and we both listened to the sounds outside the door. Someone asked someone else if they knew where I was and I shivered. He saw it and smiled.

"Exciting, isn't it?" I nodded. I was dripping wet. He stood, unbuckled his belt and loosened his slacks, pushing them to his knees before sitting again. He didn't say a word, just sat in his chair turned to the side. I looked at him as he watched me. It was obvious what he intended, his big cock even semi-hard exposed. I walked around his desk and knelt at his spread knees. I looked up at him. I had a smile, too. I was really going to do this in his office with the clatter and chatter of people outside this office.

I took his cock in my left hand and moved my head to it. I licked the underside and kissed the head. I wasn't an expert in sucking cock or any kind of sex, really. My husband had been intent on climaxing, not playing or experimenting. But, since he left us, I have watched my own preference of porn videos and stories.

His cock quickly grew in my hand and mouth. Like last week during our first time, I marveled at the size of it compared to the cock I had my only experience with. I pulled my head back and turned to his desk. I started opening a drawer and looking inside, then another.

"What are you looking for? Condoms?"

I stifled a laugh. "We didn't worry about that the last time. My tubes were tied after the girls were born." I continued to look, "A ruler ... or tape measure ..."

He shifted and opened a drawer on the other side. He handed me a tape measure. "Is this how your brain always works? In the middle of giving good head and your mind wanders to needing a tape measure for something?"

I glance at him as I reposition myself at his knees. "Don't be silly. This is all about your cock. You might say I have been sort of fixated on a thought since the first time." His cock had softened slightly and I sucked and stroked it more to achieve full stiffness, again. "I was curious ... don't worry, I'll get back to sucking you ... I'm naked here, right? After experiencing this wonderful thing, I did some checking. Amazing what you can find on the internet. I was right. The average American penis is about 5.6 inches erect. That fit with my thought of my ex." I extended the tape along the underside of his penis. "Mmmmmm ..." I looked up at him with a lusty smile. "I knew this felt good. You're over 50% bigger ... about 9 inches."

"Is that good? I mean for you?"

"Did you ever think maybe it was why your wife like sex so much?" I raised my eyebrows. He chuckled, but I was already devouring his cock, again. When he came, I made an elaborate show of swallowing and licking my lips. "A lot of cum, too." I stood up in front of him. My pussy was dripping with need, my nipples were tight, hard pebbles on the end of my breasts. Then, he did something I wasn't expecting.

He stood up and fastened his slacks. The frustration was evident in my body and facial response. He stepped up to me and kissed me on the lips, his hands roaming down my naked body, fondling my breasts, and slipping a finger into my very needy pussy. He brought the finger up to his lips and had me watch as he sucked it clean.

"I think you've been absent from out there long enough, don't you? Do you want them to start speculating, already?"

I shivered as his hands touched my body. My pantyhose was gone, but I dressed in the rest of my clothes. As I buttoned my blouse, he judged which one could be left open without blatantly showing my conservative bra. "We'll get you some bras that allow more cleavage exposure." He just smiled. When I opened his door, he called out to me, a little louder than necessary, "Patty ... we'll need to review that information more thoroughly this afternoon."

A couple guys in the area heard him and glanced my way. Now seen, I had two guys headed my way looking for help or supplies. I wondered if they would be able to smell anything different from my wet pussy. Whether the guys noticed or not, my fingers were a bit shaky as I opened the supply drawer.

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Bob made it a point of interacting with me far more that morning than normal. And every time he did I wondered if he would want me in his office for more of the same, but it always had something to do with a project, a company account, or some more trivial thing. By lunchtime when he came to his door, I looked up quick only to find him smiling and indicating he was running out for a minute. I was flushed and I could feel it.

I sat with some of the guys in the lunch/conference room for lunch. I was spaced out, my mind sorting through the spider web of thoughts, ideas, and emotions. The guys would say something to me and wait, then repeat it. Sometimes, I heard it on the repeat, other times it took more.

"Are you okay, Patty? You seem really distracted today." I assured them I was fine, just a lot going on. It was a put-off and maybe they knew it but they let it go if they did.

I was bent over the table wiping it down as I routinely did after lunch in case the room would be needed for a group meeting. My back was to the door as I stretched over the table when I felt a pair of hands placed squarely on my ass cheeks. I jerked at the touch, then heard the voice, "You have a nice ass, even in that skirt." The words were almost a whisper and they were spoken next to my ear as he leaned over me. He took my hand and led me to the other end of the table away from the open door. He pressed the front of my thighs into the edge of the table and applied a little pressure on my back. I felt myself moving forward, my hands reaching out to support myself as I leaned over the table.

"I love what you are doing, Patty. It is so very hot. YOU are so very hot." His hand slid down over my butt, down the back of my thighs to the hem of my skirt, which I felt rising up my legs. I sucked in air and gulped it in a lump down my throat. Cruise control. What else made me do it? My skirt up at my waist. I opened my feet to shoulder width if they moved an inch. I was holding my breath now, waiting for the next touch, anticipating it, wanting it ... needing it.

His fingers brushed lightly up the back of my bare thighs then rotated inside as they neared my panties. I gasped as the finger of his right hand pressed into the gusset of my cotton panties, sliding along my pussy. His left hand moved across my ass and a finger slid inside the right leg hole and pulled the gusset to the left exposing my pussy directly to the touch and stroking of his right hand. When a finger slid easily into my soaked pussy, I gasped and moaned, moving one hand quickly to my mouth to muffle any further sounds.

His lips next to my ear, again, "I can't wait to feel your pussy around me, again." I groaned. "You want that, too." I nodded. "What do you want? Say it."

"Yes, I want it. YOU. I want YOU. I want you inside me, again."

"What are you becoming, Patty?" I groaned a little louder this time.

"A office plaything, a toy."

"What does that mean? What's an office plaything, a toy?"

"God ... fuck me, please!" It was whispered but so deeply it surprised even me that it came out with the desperation I felt.

His finger was jammed deep in my pussy. "What does it mean to be the office plaything?"

"You fuck me in the office. They fuck me. Everyone fucks me in the office. I'm here for all of you to use."

He turned me around and held his finger up to my face. I took his hand and put the finger in my mouth. He had me feeling so wanton and he knew it and he was enjoying my frustration. I pulled his finger out and let go of it. I looked him in the eyes and shocked myself if not him, "I wish I was sucking my juices off your cock." I turned to the door, smoothing my skirt as I went.

I almost bumped into Bill Clancy. "Bob, can I see you for a minute?"

I had stepped back when Bill turned into the doorway. Bob winked at me as he led Bill out, "Of course, Bill, something wrong in the shop?"

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The afternoon was torture. I went to the women's room three times in vain attempts to dry my leaking pussy. If I was reacting this way now, what was it going to be like when/if the whole office was involved? Would I just get used to it?

"Patty?" I looked back at Bob's office door. "Could you bring that account file in so we can finish the review we started this morning?" He didn't even wink. I turned bright red. He said it in a normal conversational tone that almost anyone could hear. Of course, it wasn't unusual for me to take a file into one of the offices for review. Nobody was going to think anything of it. Not unless they saw me blushing severely ....

I grabbed a file from the drawer. I didn't even look to see what file I grabbed. I tried to compose myself as I stood and walked to his office. He was leaning against the front of his desk, his hands resting on the desktop as I entered. I actually started to hand him the file but his hands never left the desktop. I flushed at my silly action. The file meant nothing, simply a ruse to have me come to his office.