“Go into your office and wait for me”
“Why, Lauren, what are you doing?”
“Just go and wait, I'll be two minutes tops”
He heads off to the office; I quickly pull on the hold ups, black pencil skirt and white blouse that I put out earlier. No underwear, that will just slow us down. I Pull my hair up and wind it in a lose bun and put on my glasses and a pair of killer hills, grab my note pad and pen and head into the office. I walk in and lean back against the door as I close it, sucking on my pen. Gabe’s sitting in the big leather office chair, facing away from me, he spins around, as I say “you wanted me to take something down for you, Mr Wilde Sir?”
He stares for a couple of beats, he blinks slowly, twice, his eyes staying closed a little longer than expected, ha, my appearance is having some effect, hope it’s the right one! I watch him swallow, hard, his lips are apart, his mouth slightly open as he runs his tongue around them and my insides quiver.
“Yes Ms Day I do, lock the door and come over here please”
I walk towards him, he’s breathing so loud I can hear him as I approach. My skirt is short and tight. It's one that I wore to a St Trinians night so was meant to be more for a school girl look than a secretary but it’s all I had to hand.
“Sit” he motions to his desk so I pull my skirt to the top of my thighs and sit, first with my legs open, just to give him a flash, then with my legs crossed. I slip my shoe off and dangle it from my toe, all the while, sucking on my pencil.
“I would like you to unzip my pants Ms Day, I would like you to take my cock in your mouth and suck, and then I would like you to pull up your skirt, bend over my desk, and let me fuck you. Have you got all that Ms Day?”
“Yes Sir, I have”
I slide off the desk, unzip his fly and pull out his cock, it is rock hard, and there are already juices leaking from the tip. I look him straight in the eye and lick my lips. I drop to my knees and take him as far into my mouth as I can. I can taste his saltiness and I wonder how long he will actually last as I flick my tongue over and into his tip. He's leaning back in his chair, hips forward, his hands in my hair, he makes the most amazing sound as he flexes his hips forward, pushing himself all the way to the back of my throat. He pulls my head back by my hair and says “Bend”
I stand, pull my skirt up to my waist, and lay my body over his desk with my legs as wide apart as I can get them. Thanks to my heels, my hips are in the perfect position for him. He sits back on his chair for about a minute looking at me before saying “Ms. Day that is by far, the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my fucking life”
He stands, takes two steps and slides his fingers inside me, his thumb circling me, there, in that most intimate of places. He lets my hair down out of the lose bun I had it in and grabs a handful and pulls my head back, forcing me to arch my back “Fuck Lauren you’re so wet, I love you wet. Do you have any idea what it does to me, what you do to me?”
He yanks my hair a little harder and slaps me, right across my backside, my hips flex forward and the friction caused by the hard wood of the desk feels surprisingly good but my bum cheeks sting.
“Owww” I say it before I realise how much I actually like the sensation. He rubs his hand in circles over my burning cheeks, I circle my hips and move them up and down, like I am dry humping the desk and oh my god, it feels good. He slides into me with ease because I'm so wet. He holds onto my hips and it only takes a few thrusts and we both come almost instantly, trying to make as least noise as possible. We lay still for a few minutes, him flat on top of me as we catch our breath.
“Daaaad?” Ava calls from somewhere, “Shit” says Gabe. He pulls out of me swiftly, zips up his fly and walks out the door saying “Yes Ava, what is it?”
I laugh, remembering only too well the joy of having kids around when you’re trying to grab a quickie. I pull down my skirt and dive from the study back to our bedroom to clean myself up.
After a quick shower, I pull my robe around me, grab my phone, and call Sonny in England.
“Hello mum, how are you?”
“I’m good baby boy, you?”
We exchange pleasantries, talk about the weather, the footy, the rugby finals and his training and then I decide to just come out with it “Sonny, I need to let you know, I've met someone”
“Shit mum, that was fast”
“I know, I'm sorry, please don’t judge me, we met and boom it's just been amazing. I don't know how it’s going to go but for now, it’s really good” My face is burning with embarrassment as I try to explain myself to my eldest child.
“Does he treat you well?” Well that wasn’t the response I was expecting.
“He does Sonn, really well and he's put up with all my shit all week and he's just been brilliant”
“Do I know him?”
“No, no you don't”