“Leah, I'm glad to see that you're settled in.”
“Yes Mr. Hall, thank you so much for this opportunity. I really do love it here.”
“None of this Mr. Hall business. Call me Brian. Everybody here calls me Brian.”
“Yes, I see that everybody here seems to like you greatly.”
“What isn't there to like?” He laughed as he said this and his shining white smile caused her to smile without even thinking about it. Brian then peered at her computer screen. It appeared to be frozen.
“Having computer problems?” he asked.
“I think so. I was just about to get the IT guy over here because this monitor just froze up out of nowhere.”
“Don't worry about it; I know what the problem is. The IT guy is taking a break right now. Here, let me see what I can do for you.”
Leah was about to get out of the chair so that he could sit in but he gently put his hand on her shoulder, beckoning her back down into her seat.
“It's okay, stay where you are,” he said. Then he leaned forward over her to work on the computer. He graced her arm as he grabbed the mouse and she could smell the cologne on his chest. The warmth of his body transferred to her and she felt a shiver course through her veins. Within moments the computer was fixed.
“Easy as that,” he said.
“Thank you, Brian” Leah said. And then she rubbed her shoulder. It had been hurting her all day.
“Is everything okay with your shoulder?”
“Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that I'm not used to working on the computer. I usually just run the register, so I'm just a little sore in my neck and shoulders.”
“Here, allow me.”
Brian put his strong, warm hands on her shoulder and began rubbing. He seemed to know all the right spots and when he started delicately stroking her neck, Leah felt the same sensation that she felt when he kissed her that day at the bar. She wished that he would never stop touching her, and she didn't know it but Brian felt the same way at that moment. After what seemed like all too short a time, he stopped. He might have gone on longer but some of the other employees were beginning to take notice. Brian was very hands-on and friendly so a back rub wasn't especially out of the ordinary, but it was clear that Leah was visibly enjoying the physical contact a bit too much.
“Feel better.” he asked her.
“Yes, as a matter of fact I do.”
“Okay, well don't work too hard. I'll come check on you again later.”
Chapter 6
As the week went on, Leah felt completely at home in her new position. But there was one thing that was slightly bothering her. After the day of the back rub, when Brian had his hands all over her, he was slightly less physical. He was still friendly and suggestive toward Leah for the next few days following his return to the bank, but it seemed as if he made a point not to lay a finger on her. What was more; it appeared that every time the two would speak together, there would always be another employee, especially Cheryl, peering in on their business. And, befitting his professional demeanor during these couple days, Brian made a point to speak only of work and other neutral subjects. Leah began to wonder if Brian perhaps wasn't as interested in her as she had at first thought. But then, on the next Thursday, a week after he had returned, Brian called Leah into his office.
As she walked toward his big oak door and knocked, she wondered what possible reason he could have for requesting her presence. Had she made some mistake with her paperwork? She certainly wasn't slacking off. Perhaps he just wanted her to sign some kind of employee papers or something. At any rate, Brian said “come in” and she did as he commanded.
When Leah entered the office, she realized that this was the first time she had ever seen the room. And, befitting a man of his stature and wealth, the office was awash in pristine, expensive beauty. Everything looked luxuriant, from the lush leather seats, to the commanding desk, to the pricey bar at the side of the office that housed decadently aged brandy and scotch. And there, in the center of it all was Brian.
“Hi Brian, you asked for me?”
“Yes, Leah. I just wanted to let you know that I'm thrilled to have you as part of the team. You've really fit in well here and you're doing a fantastic job. You should be very proud of yourself.”
“Thank you, Brian. I do love it here and I want to thank you again for giving me this opportunity.”
“Think nothing of it. Now, we're going to have to do something about your clothes.”
Leah looked down at her pantsuit. “You don't like this?”
“No no, it's fine. You look very pretty in it. But someone like you needs to be decked out in only the finest clothing. I'll tell you what. At lunch I'm going to the Gucci store. I want to pick something out for you.”
“Oh, please Brian. You've already done so much for me. I don't want you to spend any money on me.”
“Don't be ridiculous. Now, I will have to measure you to make sure that the outfit is perfectly tailored to your impressive physique.”
Leah felt that old familiar rush coursing through her veins. She didn't want Brian to spend money on her, but she certainly couldn't resist this feeling.
“Measure me?”
“Yes, I've got this measuring tape right here. If you'll allow me....”
He approached her and Leah stood there, stock still. Once again she found it hard to breathe, hard to swallow. Brian stood behind her and then pulled her shirt top up just enough to reveal her waist. He lightly brought his hands forward to measure her midsection. As he did so, his fingertips grazed her hips. She began breathing heavily and felt herself become moist between her legs. Next, Brian moved his hands, and the measuring tape, up to her breasts.
“Hmm...” he said. “This won't do. Your top is just too thick. We'll have to take it off to get a good measurement.”
Any other time in her life, Leah would have run out of the office and filed a complaint – Maybe even got Gloria Allred on his ass. But this time she surprised herself by saying nothing. Brian took this as a sign and unbuttoned her top. Her thin, lithe frame rose up and culminated into her soft, full breasts.
“You've got an incredible body, Leah.” Brian said. “It's a shame you keep it hidden beneath these poorly fitting clothes.”
He wrapped the tape around her and as the cold metal at the end touched her nipples, she shivered. But then Brian used his warm fingers to rub them.
“Does that feel better?” he asked. Leah couldn't answer. She stifled a moan as he pulled ever so gently on both nipples and then rubbed them. During one spasm of bliss, she arched her back, causing her rear to slide back. When she did so, she could feel Brian's hard penis through his pants, rubbing against her ass, skin against clothes against clothes against skin. This caused her skin to flush, which the experienced Brian understood right away. He began to kiss her neck softly, sensuously.
Leah closed her eyes and saw light. His soft lips tenderly moved up the side of her neck to her earlobe, which he gently nibbled. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to ignite with passion as he tugged at her lobe, biting ever so slightly. Then Brian's hands moved down from her breasts slowly, gliding down her hips to her waist. It felt like an eternity of bliss as he explored her body until finally his fingers slipped down under the hem of her pants.
Brian's fingers coursed through Leah's soft tuft of trimmed pubic hair. He inched forward with the control of a master craftsman and then, after what felt like an eon, he began to gently stroke her nub. Leah had been touched in this way many a time but never so expertly. His fingers seemed to be playing the most beautiful instrument in the world and this caused Leah to do something she never thought she would do: She unbuttoned her own pants and let them fall to the floor. Now Brian got his first glance at her perfect ass. She instinctively grinded herself against his crotch as he continued to rub her clitoris. Finally, he slid his fingers deeper down, inserting two inside her.
Again, this wasn't new to Leah. She had only had a couple
men put their fingers inside her, but still, nobody had ever been so skilled at it. Brian began curling his fingers in a calm hither motion, using an assertive, commanding grip. Leah responded by unleashing a torrent of fluid that ran out of her and down his fingers, turning his palm wet and sticky. She moaned and Brian whispered in her ear.
“Do you like the way I make you feel?”
She could barely speak but she managed to utter a weak, quivering “.......yes.”
“Leah, I want you to enjoy everything that the human body can offer. I want you to be free to experience bliss without feeling guilt or shame. You're far too beautiful to be as cloistered as you are. Now, rub your breasts for me.”
Leah did as commanded. As she did so, Brian slipped in another finger and she felt like she was going to explode. He began kissing her lusciously and she wondered how she could have gone all these years in her life without ever experiencing true passion. And just then, the same way fate had knocked on her door at the bar, now Brian's heavy oak door was receiving a similar knock. This instantly put a stop to the little slice of Heaven that Leah was experiencing.
“Who is it?” asked Brian.
“Brian, it's me, Cheryl. The head of Dover Bank is on the phone. He wants to touch base with you on the business trip you're supposed to take.”
“Dammit.....Okay, I'll be there in one second. Put him on hold.”
Brian helped Leah put her clothes back on. “I'm sorry about this, but duty calls.” he said. Leah looked flushed and exhausted. She just stared at Brian as if he was a man from another realm. Just when she was about to walk out and get back to work, though, he grabbed her shoulders forcefully and held her to him.
“I want to continue this. Stay late at work. I'll come around to see you.” he said.
And with that, he kissed her. Just as with the kiss at the bar, Leah felt fireworks going off inside. He then walked to the phone to answer it and she walked out of the office and back to her cubicle.
Chapter 7
The work day seemed to last forever. Leah couldn't stop thinking about the amazing experience she had in Brian's office. The feelings he elicited in her she had never felt before. Though she had never had an orgasm before, she knew that she was very close to experiencing one before Cheryl interrupted. The sheer physical magic that occurred made Leah realize that she was fully over Charles and the very few other men who ever waltzed into her life and left without even trying to make an impression. Maybe that was what was so different about Brian. He actually seemed to care about giving her pleasure, about making her happy. Sure, he was rich and handsome and any woman would want to be with somebody like that. But Leah wasn't any woman. She cared as little for money as she did for looks. Sure, both were nice, but they weren't the sort of thing that would give her more than a passing interest in somebody.
And now, as the work day was getting closer and closer to its end, Leah couldn't help but think about what Brian had in store for her after everybody clocked out. She was amazed at how she actually craved seeing him again. As she thought about the way he touched her, she again started to feel wet while she typed away at her computer. What had he done to her? And how much more bliss could he bring to her?
As she thought about these things, Cheryl walked up.
“Hey Leah, almost finished for the day?”
Leah didn't want to lie to Cheryl but she also knew that Brian expected their meeting after work to be a private thing. Her inherent goodness and honesty clashed with the newfound sexual desires that she was only beginning to experience. She knew that she had to lie.
“Actually, I've been slammed with work and I think that I might have to stay a bit later.”
“Aww, that sucks. I was going to ask if you wanted to go to the pub with me and the girls after work.”
“That sounds great. I wish I could make it, but I guess I'll have to take a rain check. Have a drink for me, though.”
“Yeah, you got it. And hey, if you finish early, just go ahead and meet us up at the bar anyway. We're going to be at Hobbie's.”
“Hobbie's?”
“Yeah, you know the place?”
“Yeah, I've been there a couple times.”
“Well great, then you know where it is. We're going to head out early though. It can be hard to get a good seat and it seems like every time we go there, we always run into the same girl. She takes our usual spot and just hits on all the guys in sight. Her name's Krysta or something.”
“Wow, she sounds like a real B.”
“You can say that again. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow, eh? I'm going to head out.”
“Okay, bye Cheryl.”
And with that Cheryl left. Not long after, other employees started to pack up and leave for the day. Leah sat patiently, pretending to be backed up with work. In truth, she actually was a little behind. She couldn't help it; all she could think about was Brian. And as some of the older and less mobile employees took their sweet time getting up and out of the bank, Leah began to get more and more impatient: Another trait that was very unlike her.
Finally, the bank was cleared out. Leah was the only one still working, sitting at her cubicle. By this time she had actually finished her work. Now she was playing the waiting game. She looked over at Brian's big, heavy office door but it didn't budge. Had he already left without her seeing him go? Was she just sitting here wasting her time? Perhaps he forgot what he had told her and now she was just lazing about here like a fool. These things course through our heads when we're unsure of our feelings about somebody and Leah was no different. Ten minutes passed by, which felt like an eternity to Leah, and still he hadn't come out of his office, if he was even still in there.
As Leah sighed and started to collect her belongings, she heard a creak. It was the oak door and as it opened, she could see Brian walking out and scanning the horizon of the cubicles. He looked as if he had used the shower in his office to clean up at the end of the day. His beautiful coat and shirt were gone and replaced by a white tank top. Leah saw that his body was even more impressive without the trappings of the business suit that he was forced to wear for his work. The tank top straps looked paltry and small over his big, broad shoulders. His arms looked like they were sculpted by Michelangelo: The ropy, sinewy muscles looked like they could carry her across any threshold in the world and still have plenty of strength to hold her down and make passionate love to her. His hair was also unkempt, as if he had just gotten out of the shower. There was no holding gel in the hair. It looked wild and untamed like a young mustang in the American Southwest. But it didn't make him look any less regal. On the contrary, it made him seem more fiery and provocative.
After seeing that the place was virtually empty, he finally landed his eyes on Leah, looking meek and shy in her cubicle. The big, vast, expansive bank was bereft of a soul except for the two of them. To Leah, it felt as if the office was the universe and they were the only two people in it. She mused that, if it were actually true, it would truly be a blessing.
They locked eyes and just stared at each other for a moment. Brian flashed his beautiful, perfect smile and began to walk over to her. But this time, Leah wasn't nervous or scared or intimidated. That part of her life was over. She was still excited, of course; her heart was still racing and it felt like it was going to explode through her rib cage. Her veins still pumped ice water and her throat and mouth still felt as dry as the Sahara. But this time, something was different. These physical reactions weren't coming out of a place of fear. She wasn't afraid or reticent. Her pulse was pounding through pure, raw, unadulterated passion. She wanted Brian to come toward her. And so he did. He came closer and closer, and as he grew larger in her view, she saw how truly attractive he was. He wasn't just a handsome man. He was a handsome man who wanted her to experience all the majesty that the human body is capable of. He was the man to do it, too, and he was coming closer, and closer.........
Chapter 8
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