Outstripped (16 page)

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?"