by Avery, T. C.
"Actually, I tell a little lie. They're not yesterday's. They're today's. And I've only just taken them off. But in my defence, they are dripping wet." And with that she slid them off the naughty pencil and shoved them into his face like a chloroform soaked rag. "Breathe it all in Mister Banner, its all me and now its all yours."
Luke did as he was told and took a long deep breath. She wasn't lying, they were damp and they did reek of sweet smelling woman's nectar. Warm and fresh with a hint of aphrodisiac.
Lucy sat back again, rucking her skirt up and spreading her long slim legs slightly, as she reclined backwards. As the naughty pencil was once again brought back into play, teasing her visibly moist pussy lips, Luke re-considered the door again. He was in a pleasure place he'd never been to before, but the thought of imminent discovery had him torn between the tabooed danger and risk of it all and his urgent need to safely get down to some forthright solution seeking to relieve the ache in his balls.
Luke took control of his predicament. He pointed at Lucy and said, "I'm really liking your presentation young lady. Just, just stay right where you are, don't move a muscle, I'm coming over," and with that he undid his Windsor knot, and forfeited his tie to the desk and the greater good. He leapt to the hall door, closing and locking it in such a swift and precision like manoeuvre, it had the possible hallmarks of practice and slight of hand. He skidded over to Lucy on his knees, rested his arms on her thighs and gazing from 'luscious lips' to 'luscious lips' he said, "Let me get that for you." Taking the naughty pencil from her he leant in for a proper taste of Lucy, straight from the 'wishing well'.
There were no arguments. Lucy sank further into the leather and gave herself up to the moment. The fervent lapping at her 'wet bits' was seriously good fun and a welcome release from all that hard work taking charge.
Luke was no beginner. His tenderness bordered on cruelty and his button pushing was just this side of brutal. Lucy squirmed with the pleasure, moaned a little in ecstasy, and squealed a bit in delight as she pulled his head in tighter to make the most of it.
Luke gave her his all for a while till his tongue tired and he came up for a break. He grinned at her through a glistening mess and then rose to kiss her. Lucy licked at her own juices and cleaned him up a little before snaking and burrowing her tongue deep down his throat. Passions were high. This den had never known such iniquity.
Pulling Lucy to her feet he bent her over her own desk in a forceful reversal of roles and hoisted her skirt high. Then after swiftly dropping his pants he primed his prick for insertion. Lucy waited impatiently, anticipating, expecting, needing, and then, Luke eased in his knob end. In an agonizing but impressive display of self-control he moved just the engorged head of his penis slowly in and out of the delicate entrance folds to Lucy's now desperate depths. He taunted and teased her till she begged for him to ram it in. He couldn't hold back any longer anyway and thrust in as hard as he could, moving heaven and earth (and the desk a little) as he gave her what she'd wanted for weeks.
There were loud moans of conquered and surrendered pleasure all round as they went at it like beasts. Lucy's tight but slick femininity smoothed and prolonged their enjoyment whilst simultaneously gripping on to every vein and muscle Luke had on offer, purposefully trying to cajole his coffers of semen to jump ship.
Luke stopped and pulled out, preventing early evacuation, then helped Lucy up to face him. They hungrily kissed whilst pawing and groping each other's bodies then he lifted her on to the desk and lowered her backwards, smothering his once resplendent tie. He raised and splayed her legs then studied her pink, gaping pussy for a moment before taking aim again, then smiling at her he said,
"Have I ever thrown my hot, steaming, secretary over her desk and fucked her senseless in the middle of the day? I have now!" and he rammed 'Little Luke' home again.
Lucy got her man and Luke had his secretary, and other than a disarray of clothes, some well earned stickiness, and a mess of lipstick adorning both of their shell-shocked faces, no one would ever have known they'd just been at it like rabbits on speed.
After a concerted effort to pull up pants, pull down skirts and button up shirts they checked each other over for guilty signs, kissed once more in the adjoining doorway, for good measure, and 'kind of' went back to work. Lucy closed the door and the pair of them leaned on it from opposite sides for a moment contemplating the spontaneity, naughtiness and significance of their actions.
"Fuck me!" seemed to sum it up superbly for both of them.
Neither of them were actually any use or ornament for the remainder of the day and although Lucy still had a few more assignments, and only a short time left at BPL in which to complete them, she wouldn't be in a fit mental state till tomorrow.
The sun went down, and it came up again, and in that period Jody had tried hard to wipe the grin off Lucy's face and bring her back to earth. Luke was there for the taking, of course, but he wasn't to become a permanent fixture. "Snap out of it! You're on a mission," she'd said.
There were three things she needed to get underway today, if possible.
Two of the signed but blank letterheads Lucy had obtained previously were being put to good use. She had no hand in the contents of the envelopes (Jody made sure to keep her knowledge to a minimum in order to protect the innocent) but they were mighty significant plot props to Jody.
Jody had addressed the first to a mobile phone carrier, requesting the purchase of two mobile phones to be placed on account. The letter explained they were not for BPL, but for a new entity called WAIFA Ltd. and it provided details for the separate billing address (which was a P.O. Box) and a small amount of cash to cover the first three months' account fees. An automatic internet banking payment procedure would be set up for billing moving forward. Lucy was to get the sealed envelope franked and then, rather than let it go out with the mail, she was to personally visit the phone shop and handover the letter along with one of Luke's business cards. This all helped to justify and legitimize the purchase and she would be able to personally pick up the phones using her feminine charms direct with the susceptible teenager on the desk.
The second envelope was addressed to a high street bank. It wasn't just any bank though, it was the same bank that Maddy worked at and it was addressed to her, personally.
The letter explained Luke's need for a new Current Account since it was for a new company set up in the name of WAIFA Ltd. and had nothing to do with B.P.L. It opened with niceties that hinted back to their earlier friendship (even though they hadn't see each other in ages), which assisted in proving the account opening, was a genuine transaction and one, which she would be happy to undertake for him.
Once again the P.O. Box was given as the address for statements and such, and a WAIFA email address in Luke's name was provided for contact and Internet banking purposes. The letter finished off by telling Maddy that his mobile phone number was changing and the one on the letterhead was defunct. That was crossed out and all but obliterated to the point of illegibility to make sure she didn't try to use it. He would give her the new number imminently. Lucy once again, was to take the unopened, franked envelope to Maddy personally and she wrote Luke's newly acquired mobile number on his business card making sure to wipe out the existing one accordingly.
Operation 'Luke' was drawing to a close for Lucy, but there was still one task left, which had eluded her for the whole time so far. There was a 'Yale' padlock key on Luke's car keys that needed replacing. It sounded easy, but there had simply been no opportunities to make the exchange and the thought of breaking a nail hung over her like a storm cloud.
She was in luck, however, though not for getting to the padlock key, but a solution for swiftly getting keys on and off rings. In one of those "useful tip" sessions that groups of girls sometimes have, the subject came up, and the answer, surprisingly, is to use a staple remover. Voila!
So Lucy had been carrying hers for days yet her window of opportunity just would not appear. She kept Jody
informed of course and in the end Jody told Lucy not to bother. It wasn't that important after all. In truth it was crucial. At some point in proceedings she needed access to Luke's lock up on a regular basis but she determined it could wait for the future when she may actually have enough corroborating material to deposit. For now it was a, 'sit tight until the plan unfolded,' kind of situation, since she was, in some respects, making it up as she went along. Not the objectives, of course, just some of the jigsaw pieces and pawns. And, though she didn't know it, she was soon to come across the biggest pawn of all (if you'll excuse the pun you don't even know about yet).
Friday number two came around sooner than expected and though they hadn't gotten off to a great start, one or two of the regular staff members were going to miss our Lucy. Some for her straight out sex appeal and awesome cleavage, but most would miss her because she was actually a breath of fresh air and good fun to be around. No one really cared that her secretarial skills weren't up to "London Business School" standards, least of all Luke. He got what he needed out of her and, though he wanted more, there simply hadn't been the time.
"Maybe he could squeeze in a 'quickie' before she left? Or maybe she could squeeze him in, so to speak?" He wondered.
"Maybe I should leave him wanting more?" Lucy pondered. "Maybe I should leave him gagging, begging, and pleading for more? Ah, we'll see." And she got on with the regular, the monotonous and the mundane again.
It was Lucy's turn to get the coffee and biscuits mid afternoon and she decided it was play time. Coz she could!
Entering his office she bit her lips dirtily, dipped her chin and looked up at him as if over the rims of some imaginary spectacles. She'd undone an extra button on her blouse in preparation and topped up her lipstick moments before. Luke did some kind of double take before realizing she must have something on her mind. He put down his pen and sat 'back and up' in his executive chair, smiling and giving off all the right receptive and attentive body signals.
Rather than placing the tray on the guest side of his desk she walked all the way round to stand beside him. Initially glancing sideways at him she then blatantly stared at his crotch and then back to his eyes. Holding the tray in bent arms she needed to bend at the waist in order to place it safely on his desk. This is of course, is the horniest, most tantalizing posture and suggestive offering for any red blooded male and one guaranteed to get a reaction, even if it’s only for a better look. And there it was.
Luke couldn't help himself. As Lucy stared at him from her prone position, he contemplated the perfect posture and posterior presented to him within groping distance. She let go of the tray, but didn't move a muscle more. It was all the invitation he required and he extended an arm sideways to caress the firm rounded buttocks now at his obvious disposal. And they felt good.
"No panties here," he thought "Must be none, or a thong."
Lucy edged toward him until her leg touched the arm of his chair and she dropped a hand to his leg. Slowly she began stroking his inner thigh through trouser leg and this was Luke's signal to delve a little deeper at her rear. He gave her cheeks a little grope and then dropped his arm to her exposed leg in the sub-skirt region to begin his slow and methodical ascent.
Lucy had by now stroked her way up the closer of the two trouser legs and found herself nudging a rather firm, elongated 'objet d'art'. She decided it needed some love too and began sliding finger and thumb along its length and then back again. Then again, and yet again.
Luke, for his part, was caressing his way up some very warm and highly strokable inner thigh. It seemed to heat up the higher he went until, 'lo and behold' his ceiling was reached. A delicate delight of fleshy folds with a moistness all of its own doing (or was it his?). He pushed and prodded, and he slid and stroked. Blind but undaunted he eased and teased until his finger found its way in and he pushed it as far as it would go.
Lucy sighed "Oooooh!" and rose a little to place her hands on the desk either side of the coffee tray.
"Hi there!" came a voice from the doorway.
They both looked up, shocked and startled at being caught out. "The fucking door!" Luke thought. "It’s always the fucking door."
"Hi Dad," Luke said.
Without rising, Lucy immediately busied herself attending to the tray of coffees and biscuits as if that was her reason for her current position. Luke, with hand up skirt and finger firmly embedded in Lucy's vice like pussy continued, "Do you need something?"
"Not now," he said. "But you need a lock on this door. Or you could just get a room".
"Did he see? Did he know? Could he tell? How much had he seen?" thought Luke.
"Hi Mister Banner," Lucy smiled and waived at him.
"Hi Lucy," He said. "I'll catch you before you go, okay?"
Luke smiled at his dad as he left, closing the door behind him and Lucy instantly pushed back and wriggled saucily on his finger just to be even naughtier. It lightened the moment and brought back the colour to Luke's drained cheeks. They burst out laughing and Luke got back to his finger poking in earnest.
Pointing to the hard thing in Luke's trousers, Lucy said "Would you like me to help you with that?" and she gave him the best sympathy trout pout and big doe eyes she could.
"Er, yes please, if you could." Pulling out his finger, he licked at it and then stood up. He took Lucy by the hand and over to the hall door. "There is no key for this door,"…….
Told you he'd remember it. Eventually.
......."I'll just stand here." And with that he leant back on the untrustworthy offender and began unzipping his fly.
Lucy got the message and stopped him.
"Allow me." She said, and bending to one knee she finished the downward motion of Luke's zipper but getting 'Little Luke' to come out and play wasn't easy.
"These sorts of openings are meant for the softer, squidgier types of trouser snake, aren't they?" Lucy wittily mentioned as she fought for his freedom. 'Little Luke' sustained a couple of minor battle scars against the oppressive zip in the final moments of release and Luke winced, not surprisingly.
"Sorry!" Exclaimed Lucy and she tenderly kissed the sides of Luke's shaft 'better'. "There, there." She patronized.
She manoeuvred it left and right and up and down and inspected her new toy thoroughly. Sufficiently impressed, she curled her fingers around and began very slowly rolling the taught 'additional' flesh over the head and then down again. The appreciations from above we're noted and she licked him from balls to tip with her pre-wetted and flattened tongue. They each considered the warmth for a moment then again she licked his full length, only this time stopping at the tip to engulf him.
"Oooooh!" Moaned Luke, "That's good. I bet you've done that before?"
"I've eaten a lot of bananas," replied Lucy, "But I've never even seen one of these before. What do you call it?"
"I call it, er, Big Luke."
"It's not that big Mister Banner."
"I thought you hadn't seen one before? Anyway, weren't you busy with him? He needs you."
"Oh, yes, I suppose I was" and she stroked his banana like phallus up and down again before swallowing him as far as she could go.
It was time for surprise number two. The handle turned and the door banged against Luke's back. Lucy got a little more of Luke than she expected but survived the moment as he pushed backwards ensuring no one gained access.
"Busy," he shouted abruptly.
"These interruptions are a bit of a nuisance Mister Banner. Better hold on to your hat," suggested Lucy, and taking full control of their limited time and privacy predicament she went at 'Little Luke' with gusto. The stroking became pumping and the licking became sucking. The subtle lubrication increased to full blown spit and saliva. The speed intensified, the grip strengthened and Lucy's incredible resolve, determination and job satisfaction all came to the fore. Then it crossed her mind,
"You just can't beat fully clothed sex, of any kind, but we're in his office, what do I do? Spit or swallow? Mess
or munchies? Projectile or protein?"
Chapter 11
Boys and their toys
With 'Double Oh! Sixty Nine' safely back from her undercover Op' Jody felt a little more at ease, but no-where near as relaxed as she was going to be.
She'd been counting the days down on her home made advent (style) calendar, which was in the shape of an ocean liner with twenty one portholes. The last of which seemed to be somewhere in the officers quarters. Me thinks everyone knew where she was heading with that.
Only a few days to go and she would have to leave Bill and Sarah to it. There wasn't actually a great deal to do since they were still without access until 'handover', but she loved to fret (female, duh?). Like a bride's mother there was so much to do, yet nothing to do. Everything was vital, crucial, intensely important, but really, not much trouble at all. Typical bloke Bill had made the mistake of telling her this, and as you would expect, 'it went down like a burning orphanage'.
"How could he remain so calm in the face of all this stuff to do?"
He eventually saw the error of his ways and apologized profusely to Jody before making a concerted effort to pretend 'properly' that he was interested in the finer details of their club-to-be. The truth was, Jody just wanted everything to be perfect, and Bill was just being realistic. How did he put it now?
"There was 'Fuck All' they could do until they had the key!"
Behind all the fretting and excitement for the club, there had also been the none-too-small matter of getting online with the freelance side of her Travel Agency or 'Day Job' as they liked to call it. Lucy was put to work on this again but collectively they'd decided not to push things until 'the cruise' was over. In truth there was only going to be 'so much' time Jody could dedicate to this anyway. Delegation was the key and gradually Jody was surrounding herself with a very receptive and capable flock of 'delegate ees'.