Working Late Ch. 04

"You're not eating." She pointed out between mouthfuls.

"It's not the sandwich I want to eat."

"You don't like it?" Amelie felt a rush of guilt. She had taken a guess and picked the wrong one. "I'm sorry, would you like to swap?"

Karl smiled at Amelie's misunderstanding. God, she was so damn cute. And hot. He had never known someone who could be such a mix of innocent and slut. She was, to him, perfect.

"That's not what I meant." Karl spoke softly as he reached for his lunch.

Amelie's brow furrowed as she took a moment to process his response and realise her mistake. He could see the moment of enlightenment as her cheeks flushed and she stumbled over the beginning of her sentence.

"Oh! Oh, you...you..." She laughed. "Shut up and eat."

"Yes, Miss." He teased before biting into the roll.

They ate in silence, watching each other until Amelie swallowed a mouthful and declared herself finished. She re-wrapped the remaining sandwich and uncrossed her legs to lean down to place it on the floor beside the bottle. Taking her time to swap the food for the bottle gave Karl another generous view of her cleavage before she sat up.

She shifted to sit as before and with a couple of twists in her seat, her skirt rode higher still. With one hand, she rested the bottle on her knee as she crossed her legs. Her other hand reached for the bottle and she began running her fingers over the condensation gathering on the glass. She swirled her fingertips around the shaft of the bottle then slid them from base to top. Three times she repeated this action, each time moving slower. After the third time she glanced to see if Karl was watching. Karl had stopped eating a few moments back as he could not think of anything else but wanting that bottle to be his dick.

He watched her fingers wrap around the neck of the bottle and stroke upwards. He had momentarily wondered if she had been aware of exactly what she was doing, but now he knew. As her fingers stroked the bottle over and over, he knew.

He knew she was watching him. A small smile pulled at his lips as she stopped stroking and instead twisted the cap open. His eyes remained fixed on her as she lifted the bottle to her lips and sipped. Her eyes closed and she swallowed. She sipped again. This time she didn't swallow but instead he saw the liquid trickle over her lips and down her chin. A few drops landed on her chest as she licked her lips and used her free hand to run her fingers over her chin as if to scoop it back up.

She replaced the screw-top cap and lowered the bottle to her chest. Running the base between her tits and lightly over each lacy swell of bare skin, Karl could see the moisture left behind by the glass. Taking the bottle from her bare skin, she ran it over her concealed nipple through her blouse. She gave a little gasp and he imagined the cold wetness would make it hard. She repeated this with the other nipple, squirming slightly at the aching effects. Lowering the bottle, Amelie looked directly at Karl as she pulled her blouse tight over her breast. Karl's cock hardened more as he saw the solid bud now pushing against the damp material. Her lips curled into a grin before her fingers found the nipple. He watched as she rubbed them through the damp, flimsy material in turn as best she could, moaning gently at her own touch.

Aching to suck them into his mouth, Karl licked his lips. He knew that although he was enjoying the floor show, he needed to touch her. He placed his hands on the arms of his chair and pushed himself standing.

"Stop." Amelie demanded.

Karl stood still.

Amelie placed the bottle on the floor and also stood. She moved around the desk until she was behind him. Karl felt the chair move from against the back of his legs and before he could question what she was doing, she had set his chair in the open space at the side of the desk. Standing beside it, she told him to sit down.

He stared at her for a moment. For the first time ever, he felt slightly unsure of what was happening. He was so used to being in control that this was beginning to feel out of his comfort zone. Part of him wanted to ignore her quiet demand. He wanted to pull her into his arms and make her forget whatever ideas she had brewing. He was certain that he could draw out orgasm after orgasm. Raise his game and drain her until she couldn't recall her own name. Part of him wanted to do this, to be in control. But then. There was a niggling voice within which grew with every twitch of his cock, every leap of his stomach. He was curious to see this new part of Amelie and the bottom line was that, for whatever reason, he trusted her. If he was going to relinquish some control, then he could not think of anyone else he would rather do it with.

Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he saw the flare of triumph as he moved to sit as directed. Amelie bent over him, her breath warming his neck just behind his ear as she whispered.

"Thank you for indulging me."

Karl raised his hand to graze over her thigh but before he could make contact, she stepped out of reach.

"Oh, Karl. Haven't you figured it out yet?" Amelie murmured, wagging her finger at him.

Karl's stomach lurched. What hadn't he figured out? What was he missing? In unexplainable panic, Karl almost stood and demanded to know, but Amelie quickly soothed his fears as she continued to talk.

"I told you last night, that I will not touch you today. That includes any form of physical contact initiated by you," Amelie spoke as she moved around to stand in front of Karl, "so, you can watch all you like. But you are not going to touch."

Amelie took a step back and pulled her blouse from the skirt waistband. She unbuttoned each of the remaining buttons until it fell open. He could clearly see her darker pink aureoles surrounding each thrusting nipple through the sheer fabric of her bra.

"If," Amelie stepped forward again, "you think you cannot do as you are told..."

Karl used every ounce of resistance as she bent forward, her lips inches away from his before lifting slightly to instead have her lace-cupped breasts warmed by his breath. Just one slight movement and he could taste her skin. Her scent was already filling his nostrils and his cock strained uncomfortably against his boxers.

"...Then I will have to restrain you."

Karl raised his chin to find Amelie's gaze, which glowed with a wicked impishness. His lips twisted into a grin and he relaxed further. She wanted to play and explore and with each passing moment, he was happy to be her experiment.

"Yes, Miss." He quipped.

"Hmm. No. I don't think I like labels. I am Amelie, as you are Karl." She frowned slightly, the amusement fading as she straightened up.

"Yes, Am." Karl corrected.

"Better." Amelie's smile returned with the use of his nickname for her.

She turned around to walk back to her seat and Karl watched her sway. God, he loved her butt.

Sitting back down in her seat, Amelie sat upright, her knees together, hands resting on top.

"Let's see if you can be a good boy." She grinned as she began to lean back into the chair, her hands moving up her body to cup her breasts.

Karl watched as Amelie pulled open her blouse and ran the palms of her hands over herself, cupping her tits. Holding them, she began to knead the soft flesh as her eyes fluttered closed. He could hear her breath shorten through her parted lips. After a few squeezes one hand remained massaging while the other began to explore. Karl tracked her travelling fingers as they stroked the lace of her bra and over her collarbone. Continuing on, her fingertips traced the line of her neck then edged downwards between her tits towards her cunt.

Karl's cock pulsed as he saw her push against the taut fabric of her skirt between her thighs. Being unable to bury her fingers to any real depth, she instead rubbed at her crotch over her skirt.

"Spread your legs." Karl growled.

Amelie's hands stopped moving. Her eyes opened and she shifted to sit up again as she shook her head at him.

"You don't get to make demands." she smirked, "now, be quiet and watch."

Karl nodded once in understanding as he fought his frustration down. Could he do this? Just watch and not touch? He was not convinced he could and debated Amelie's reaction if he were to ignore her wishes. He wanted to pin her arms behind her back and just take her. He was pretty certain that she would, ultimately, enjoy it. Not discounting this as a possible outcome, Karl accepted his role for the time being and resumed watching.

His focus back on Amelie, Karl saw her lean forward this time. Her arms stretched to run her fingers over her ankles and caress her calves. Her lace covered breasts squashed against her knees, giving Karl the perfect view of where he could slide his cock. He imagined it would be the perfect combination of soft warmth and pressure around his hard shaft. Karl squirmed in his seat, his cock pressing painfully against his boxers. He cupped his balls and shifted them, sending electricity through his body. He squeezed again.

"What are you doing?" Amelie whispered.

"I..."

"Stop. You don't get to touch yourself unless I say."

Karl groaned inwardly, scowling as he realised that his touch had only served to make him ache more. With concerted effort, he replaced his hand on the armrest.

"Good boy." Amelie praised gently then ran her fingers up the outer sides of her legs.

Reaching the hem of her skirt, her hands pulled at the material. With each inch, she spread her legs further. Karl saw the flash of white cotton then noticed that the nylon stopped higher up each thigh.

"Fuck, yes." He groaned aloud.

Her fingers skimmed the nylon, caressing the silk bands then touched her bare thighs as she leaned back into the chair again.

He knew that she was watching him, but his eyes remained firmly fixed on her fingers. Her fingernails dragged lightly across her skin above the stocking tops, from outer thigh to inner. He saw her legs tense as she opened her legs wider to slide her fingers further down towards the white knickers.

Karl willed her fingers to cup her pussy but instead they teased along the cotton edges. Amelie whimpered as she drew her nails along and back up before moving to stroke the silk lining of each stocking. He vaguely registered that they must be hold-ups as there were no straps but his cock didn't mind one bit. He knew he must be leaking precum and he wanted nothing more than to take his cock and smear his leaking fluid over the bare skin between stocking and knickers.

Without realising, Karl made a noise, prompting Amelie to speak again.

"What's the matter, Karl? Do you want to touch yourself?" She breathed.

"Yes." His voice caught in his throat.

"Squeeze your balls."

Karl didn't hesitate. He began massaging his heavy scrotum through his trousers.

"Does that feel good?"

Karl moaned his response, watching her fingers graze the edge of her knickers again.

"Good. Keep doing that."

Touching himself as instructed, he continued to watch Amelie as she lifted one leg to rest on the arm of the chair, now spreading herself as far open as she could.

She raised one hand and began teasing her nipples again. Her fingers pulled and pinched at them whilst her other hand teased her cunt through her knickers. Dragging two fingers from arse to clit lightly over the cotton, Amelie tipped her head back and moaned louder.

Fingers not resting, she began to push harder against her cunt. Karl could see the outline of her swollen labia as the material stretched over it. She delved between her lips and rubbed. Her flowing juices quickly soaked into her knickers. Her other hand now slid under the lace, working at her tits until her erect nipples were exposed. Karl, still squeezing, watched as she wet her fingers then rubbed her saliva into each nipple, flicking and distending them further.

"Karl," Amelie raised her head to look at him with sultry eyes, "get your cock out."

His fingers pulled at the zipper on his trousers and within moments his cock filled his hand.

"I want you to wank for me...slowly...until I say stop. Do you understand?"

Karl nodded and began to slide his fingers from the base to the tip, letting go at the top to begin again. With each stroke, his hips rocked as he watched Amelie push her knickers further into her cunt. Her tits trembled with her ragged breathing.

"Oh, god, yes." She whispered as she watched Karl in return.

Amelie slowly lowered her hand from her tits. With both hands she gathered her knickers and pulled until the bunched material sank between her exposed trimmed lips. The fabric rubbed against her swollen clit and she gasped.

Karl's heart jumped as he saw more of her cunt. It was such a fucking tease to hide her clit and wet hole behind the knickers. His cock lurched in his hand as he unconsciously increased his pace.

Biting her lip, she pulled harder still then let go with one hand to rub the material in circles against her clit. With a gasp, she lifted her hips up, gyrating as she frigged herself.

"Stop." She panted as her own fingers slowed to a gentle stroke.

Karl's hand remained still around his cock.

"Run your finger over your slit."

He complied as he watched Amelie pull the material from between her pussy lips and move it aside. She slid a little further down the chair until her cheeks were on the edge. Her hands rested on either side of her outer lips, fingertips on the trimmed curls. Karl silently begged for her to open her cunt and show him.

"Spit on your fingers and tease your slit again."

Karl lifted his hand, wet his fingers and ran a line of his spit directly over the tip of his cock. With a groan, he repeated it and felt a trickle of precum ooze out to add to the lubrication.

"Now, hands off."

Amelie waited until his cock stood proud on its own before she slowly opened her cunt for him. Karl could see her folds glistening with her juices. Her clit still hooded, she pulled more and exposed her fuck hole. Moving one finger, she ran it slowly from hole to clit. With a moan, her fingers retraced this slippery path. As she reached her clit, Amelie pushed down. She shuddered and gasped, quickly letting go. Her fingers reached down and she slid two digits inside her soaking cunt.

Karl watched as Amelie's chest heaved with ragged breaths. He watched as she delved into her own sweet pussy and covered her fingers in her juices. She lifted her wet fingers to her lips and sucked them.

Once clean, Amelie returned to her pussy. She positioned one hand to spread the top of her cunt and display her hooded clit. With her empty fingers, she pulled gently to lift the hood. With this, Karl could see her swollen clit.

The need to touch himself, to touch her, was agony and he dug his fingers into the arms of the chair in an effort to restrain himself. Instead of touching, he continued to watch Amelie as she teased her clit. With two fingers she lightly tapped at it, gasping at each contact. She moaned as she pressed down on it and rubbed in circles. She whimpered over and over as she pulled at it, holding it for a moment before letting go.

"Stroke your cock."

Amelie continued to pleasure herself as Karl wrapped his hand around his thick meat and began wanking. His eyes fixated on her as she writhed in the chair. His heart beat faster, his breathing matching hers.

"I need my cunt filling." She panted.

Karl paused, ready to move. Fuck yes, he was ready to pound hard into her, fill that sweet cunt. He shifted his feet to stand when he saw her bend over to pick something up. His hand still holding his dick, his eyes widened. He watched her grin as she ran her tongue around the cap of the half-drunk bottle.

"Keep wanking." She whispered, her lips brushing the neck of the glass.

Karl's fingers began sliding over his shaft again. His cock deflated a little as he doubted whether this was a good idea. The bottle was glass. Thick glass, but still dangerous should it crack. He wanted to tell her to stop but then a niggling voice within told him to wait. Curiosity was getting the better of him. His lips remained sealed as his hand pumped slowly.

The bottle travelled from Amelie's lips, down her throat, over the crevice of her breasts, down past her stomach until it rested on her bare inner thigh. She stroked the glass back and forth, inching towards her pussy then retreating. Her other hand reached up and began squeezing her nipples again. She moaned loudly with each pull, each twist. Focussing on her tits, Karl's cock grew solid again and precum slicked his strokes.

"Stop." Amelie breathed.

Karl groaned inwardly as his hand stilled again.

Leaving her nipples, her fingers found her cunt again, sliding between her lips. She tipped the capped neck towards her wet fingers and began rubbing the bottle against her pussy.

"When I say 'go'," she murmured, "I want you to wank, slowly."

Watching him, Amelie again spread her cunt with one hand and pushed the neck of the bottle inside her wet hole.

"Go."

Karl's hand gripped the base of his shaft and pulled upwards. Letting go at the head, he repeated this. He realised that with each slow, upward stroke, Amelie had matched her thrusts of the bottle to his rhythm.

"Now, massage your balls as you stroke."

Karl's empty hand covered his balls and squeezed gently. The bottle was slick now. He could hear her wetness, could see it glistening as she pulled it out. She moved her hand back to her tits and pulled the lace further down to squeeze her tits harder. Licking her fingers, she wet her nipples then twisted them.

"Oh, god!" She gasped as she arched back.

Karl ached to be buried inside her. He squeezed his balls harder and his cock pulsed, leaking more precum. He ached to be sucking on those nipples, biting them as he rode her. He needed to have his hands digging into her arse as he held her tight and stretched her cunt around his cock.

"Faster." She whispered.

Karl eagerly complied. Amelie continued to match his pace. He could see her thighs tremble. She was getting close. In his mind, he urged her on. His fingers stroked harder, knowing she was going to copy.

"Stop." She gasped.

Karl groaned and Amelie gave a weak grin.

"Keep squeezing your balls."

Amelie slid the bottle in deeper, holding the base. She groaned as it stretched her cunt. Leaving her tits alone, her fingers began flicking at her clit, causing her to gasp.

"Go."

Karl wanked faster. She pinched her clit hard and cried out as the bottle fucked her deep.

"Stop."

Amelie eased the bottle out of her cunt; the glass smeared with her juices. Her fingers continued to flick and rub at her engorged clit as she lifted the bottle to her mouth and ran her tongue around the wet cap.

"Go."

Karl jerked his dick as Amelie licked and sucked the bottle clean. Her tongue lapped at the glass, the tip flicking at the grooves around the cap. With a wicked grin, she gave a satisfied moan as she licked her lips. Karl unconsciously ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip, wishing he could taste her. He knew she tasted good and he wanted some too.

Lowering the bottle, she pushed it back into her cunt. Her half-exposed tits bounced as she ground her hips, fucking it harder. Her moans became cries as her fingers rubbed and flicked at her clit.

Karl watched, stroking, as she pushed herself to the edge again. He could feel himself getting closer too. His cock throbbed in his hand as he pumped. His fingers squeezed his heavy balls. Soon. He wanted to hear and see her cum first.

Amelie's thighs began quivering again. She continued to thrust the bottle in deep, her fingers moving fast as they rubbed in circles.