Office Play: Freaky Geek Series (3 page)

Sam was quick. The person that let her perky, blonde, hyper-ness, fool them….well, woe be to them. “Sam, you know I don’t pay attention to office gossip. She’s new meat; you know how these kids get. I can’t see what my opinion of her would add, except more gossip.”

Sam sighed and leaned back in the chair. “You’re right. I’m just a bit concerned. I don’t want the guys to get any ideas. She’s here to work, not to be hit on by the art staff.”

Adam laughed, then thought a moment.

These guys were kids, and he might as well put himself in the same category. He could tell she had a few years on him. Not by looks. There are twenty year olds that would kill for looks like hers. It was the way she carried herself. The things they talked about, when they did talk, in just that short of time in her office. He could tell he was dealing with an older woman. Plus he snuck and saw her resume.

That was okay in his book too. According to the polls regarding May/December relationships, they were compatible sexually.

God. Why did he have to think of them sweaty, naked and coming on his office floor?

Tomorrow morning couldn’t come soon enough.

Chapter Three

It was the next day, and Jeanette was a walking zombie. She arrived ten minutes early for her one on one with Adam. She looked at her watch; five fifty in the morning; and she felt it. She lied to Adam about being a morning person; the birds weren’t even up. Luckily, the deli downstairs opened even earlier. She had a thirty-two ounce of strong black coffee in her hand and her card key in the other.

Stepping into an empty workplace was strange, but she walked straight to her office and got settled.

The more coffee she drank the more awake and focused she became and the more she realized that she was going to be alone with Adam for ninety minutes. A part of her hoped someone might come in to get in a little early work. But she soon found out, that the people around here came and left according to the hours they were assigned. She found out yesterday through more discussions with Sam that no one did over time, which surprised her, since this was an ad agency and a huge one at that.

But Sam told her that the other offices worked around the clock in shifts. Their office took the first shift in the States, along with two others in Los Angeles, the one in Dallas and Washington State. Then the others would pick up where the other three left off. That way, no one got burned out. Even the Paris office helped with the early,
early
morning shift. That way if say Dallas had an ad that needed to be out in a week, instead of burning them out, Paris could  pick up where they left off.  Made sense and it was efficient.

Jeanette looked around her desk and noticed a few things on it. A large Day-Timer, a thick manila folder, pens, pencils, notepads and various other office supplies. Again old school technology along side her iPad, but after his and Sam’s explanation to why, it too made sense, A note accompanied her office care package.

Thought you might need these. You were probably so excited about your first day that you forgot you needed supplies to function. Remember check and double check and backup. Smiles. Adam.

Jeanette chuckled. They were definitely hands on people.  And how thoughtful of him. In fact, the more she thought about it, he was very attentive to her needs and she just arrived—at the office. He was constantly showing her around different areas of the office yesterday and offering whatever she needed.

That got her to wondering. Did that include everything, even lovemaking?

“Oh damn!” Jeanette pushed her coffee to the side. Why did she even go there? It wasn’t enough that Renee kept her on the phone last night talking about the IT god she worked with.

Her cousin tried to convince her that if Adam made a move she should go for it. She must have been out of her mind. First of all, Jeanette just landed this plumb job. She wasn’t going to jeopardize it by having a sordid affair with a co-worker. Two, Adam hadn’t given her any signal that he wanted to fool around anyway. Well, maybe the way he starred at her. But nothing blatant.

Okay, maybe the way he rubbed against her in the break room. And the wink he gave her as she was going down in the elevator to get a fudge brownie.

He also called her exquisite; he kept looking through her as though he knew what kind of underwear she wore. And he seemed more interested in having her here early alone for her software lessons, instead of having an extended lunch period.

But all of that could be explained. He was a typical male and her being new meat, he was probably used to women falling all over him. She’d seen it before at other places where she worked. So here comes a woman that doesn’t go into a dead faint when he walks into a room, and he’s on the prowl.

Jeanette turned on her laptop, inserted her FOB and type in her password. Something she hadn’t seen in other offices in a long time, but now with this place and it’s problems, understood the need. The beeps were even louder in the empty office. As the screen came on, she looked over the company logo and the various links. She clicked on some of them, just to familiarize herself. After a few minutes, she heard a door open, then footsteps.

He walked into her office.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning, Adam. I see you needed a little wake-up brew too.” She nodded towards the cup of coffee in his hand.

“Yeah, well, I lied. I’m not a morning person.” He snickered. “Let me go to my office right quick then we can get started.”

“I’ll be waiting.” Well, they had the early morning blues in common, Jeanette mused to herself.

“That’s nice to know.” He winked at her, turned and walked away.

He may not be an early riser, but he sure did look fine for six thirty in the morning.

She’d bet all he did was shower, wash his face, blow-dry his hair and he looked like a living god. She had to get up at four so she would have enough time to put on her makeup. It wasn’t fair. Oh well, couldn’t change Mother Nature.

She drank the last of her coffee and threw away the cup. She set aside her purse, grabbed her notepad and pen, ready to take notes.

Minutes later, Adam appeared again.

“Ready?”

“Yep.”

Adam walked to the back of her office and grabbed a chair. He pulled it up close to her and put his one arm around her seat. “Now, this is going to be painless. Click on that red flashing link right there in the lower right.”

She did, and some quirky tuned played and another menu popped up.

“Okay, this is the first page our purchase order department will see when taking any orders, be it a box of paper clips or a company car. All these boxes have to be filled in before they can move on to the next phase.”

“In other words, there can’t be some unnamed person out there just asking for a box of expensive pens to be sent to them.” Jeanette confirmed.

“Exactly. We ask for employee ID, last four numbers of their social, their department code, the office location, the item number, the price, the quality and the purpose of the request.”

“Very thorough.” Brains and good looks. No fair at all, Jeanette mused to herself.

“I’m always thorough,” Adam said, as he pressed his face against the side of her head.

Jeanette didn’t know whether to jump out of her seat, slap him or enjoy the warmth and scent of him. This man moved fast. Like Indy 500 winner Tony Kanaan fast!

He rubbed his face in her hair, inhaling and making loving moaning sounds. She didn’t know how to respond to this, except enjoy it, but she knew this wasn’t appropriate.

“Um…Adam…I don’t think you should be doing this.”

“Don’t think then, just feel,” he purred.

He took his other hand and gently grabbed her face. He leaned in and kissed her deeply. Instead of fighting him, Jeanette opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. She felt her body relax and felt him move to make himself more comfortable, not once taking his mouth off hers.

She’s been secretly wanting this—at least in her mind. Renee talking to her didn’t help. So was this why her defenses was down?

It was then that something clicked in her head. “Wait!” She gently pushed him away. Someone in this had to think clearly and she decided it would be her. At least try.

“What’s the matter,” he said, breathing rapidly.

“What’s the matter? We have no business engaging in such behavior. We’re co-workers, we just meet, we’re on—”

“Haven’t you ever fantasized about making love to a co-working before or after working hours?”

Well, shit who hasn’t, especially with someone that looked like this.
“I…I….” Good Lord, this man gets straight to the point, she thought.

“No one is here and they won’t be here for another…” he looked at his watch, “seventy minutes.”

“Adam, you have to be joking.”

“I was never more serious. I find you sexy and I want to make love to you.”

“But…but, we just met. I’m you’re co-worker, I’m older than you!” Man, she barely new his last name. Straddle? Strapon?

“All lame excuses. I know you’re attracted to me, or at the very least curious. I caught you staring at me several times and they way you touch my hand when you talk to me. And I’ve been giving out signals myself. We don’t need to go out on a couple of dates or talk on the phone hours on end to get to know each other. Our attraction to each other is primitive, honest and older than time itself.” He leaned in again and kissed her.

He was good, Jeanette thought. Real good.  But dang, those little flirtatious things does not a roll in the hay make. So instead of falling for his line, she pushed him away again. She had to reason with him and she had to get her hormones under control too. She soaked her panties so hard, that she knew her arousal would come through her pants.

She held him just inches away from her face. He looked at her with those hypnotic greenish gray eyes and that slight smile. He knew he had her.

She moved her hand and that’s when her mouse fell to the floor. That’s when reality came back. “Adam, you have to train me on this remember? You said it would take ninety minutes.”

He smiled a roguish grin. “What I need to teach you will take all of thirty, maybe forty minutes.”

“Then why did you tell me to be here so early and that it would take longer?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I wanted you here so we could engage in the most wicked love making we ever dreamt of.”

He stood up and started to unbutton his shirt. Her mouth went dry as more of his chest appeared before her.

Deep olive skin with a light sprinkling of hair coved a well-built torso. He threw his shirt to the floor and unfastened his belt, but he didn’t remove it. He stood in front of her, looking at her in a challenging, claiming manner.

Their attraction
was
primitive, because the sudden urge to rip off his pants and rip off her own clothes was so strong, that she found herself standing up and running her hands over his chest. She slid it back up to his shoulder. She noticed an interesting tat, it looked like a sword of some kind. She wanted to ask, but didn’t want to ruin the moment.

She found it hard to catch her breath, and her skin got hot and damp. She took her one hand and slid it between her pants. She needed relief, she never been this hot and horny.

“Don’t!”

She stopped before her hand reached the band of her panties.

“That pussy is mine.”

She jerked her hand out of her pants. The way he said it excited her even more. This man not only was about to claim her mind, but her pussy too!

“Take off my pants, then lie down on your desk back there.” He jerked his chin in the direction of the back of her office. In front of the large bay window, sat her long mahogany and oak desk.

She did as she was told and took his belt out of the loops and unzipped his jeans. He took her by the chin and lifted her face up towards him.

“I dreamt about this last night. Having you on the desk making you come over and over. The risk of having someone walk in on us only adds to the pleasure. Of course we will keep the blinds open.”

She felt her face flush and her eyes grew wide. They were only on the third floor. Oh…my…God. What was she allowing this man to do to her?

***

Adams’ cock was about to burst. If he didn’t have her mouth wrapped around it or her pussy, he was going to come right there. He didn’t think he could last another minute.

“Hurry,” he barely could hear himself speak, even in the emptiness of the room.

He sat up all night thinking about this moment. He didn’t get one minute of sleep, being tempted to jack off many times. But he choose to suffer and save it all for her. He wanted to take her like a wild beast; a wild beast that resided in him, that waited for the right woman to claim.

That woman was Jeanette Foster.

Yes, he could have romanced her the old fashioned way, but they both knew it wasn’t necessary—at this time. Her body cried out for his and vise versa, so skipping the social niceties seemed natural.

He wanted her flat on her back, legs wide open and her screaming out her climax. And from the look in her eyes, she wanted it too.

When his pants pooled around his ankles, she got down on her knees and took off his shoes and socks. He kicked his pants to the side and stood before her naked. It felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“Go over to the desk and lay down,” he pointed.

She stood up and walked over to the table. She quickly turned to him with a little panic in her eyes.

“Don’t worry about anything. Trust me, okay.”

She nodded and hopped on the table. He stood in front of her, took her by the shoulders and leaned her back. “I need you flat on your back. I’m going to undress you, and then I’ll have my way with you. You’ll enjoy it, they’ll enjoy it.” He made a gesture towards the window. She looked at him like a scared rabbit.

“What’s the matter? Afraid of putting on a little show? Don’t worry. They can only see a hint of an outline. You know, those dark double-sided windows do wonders. They might think they’re seeing something but not sure. But doesn’t that make it more exciting? Knowing that some people might stop and stare, wondering if they are seeing a man plunge in and out of a woman, giving her pleasure. Suppose you turn your head just right and people see the ecstasy on your face as you come, see your mouth opening and closing as you scream, moan and groan out your pleasure.”