Mr
Johnson
I cradled the phone in the crook of my neck and rolled my
eyes as my mother read the invitation (that I was already holding) to me word
for word, I bet she wasn’t even looking at it.
‘Celia
Hyacinth Walmsley and Jeremy Bartholomew Mountford request the honour of your
company on Friday the twenty ninth of July 2012 at 12.30pm at St Cuthbert’s
Church, Ribchester.
A
Champagne Reception will immediately follow the Ceremony at the Waterfall Hotel
with Dinner and Dancing to follow.
The
favour of a reply is requested by the 1st July 2012’
‘It’s so exciting
darling!’ she trilled ‘My baby girl
is getting married in just over a month! She is going to be such a beautiful
bride and Jeremy is such a handsome boy. Have you asked for the day off? Celia
is desperate for you to be a bridesmaid. She showed me a lovely dress…’
‘Mum, for goodness
sake, take a breath’ I laughed uneasily as she continued to chatter away at
a hundred miles an hour. The whole family were so excited about this wedding
that I hadn’t had a moment’s peace for the last week. ‘It’s very short notice and …’ ‘Nonsense
darling.’ She cut me off quickly. ‘Your
boss will understand. Your sister’s wedding is very important and you can’t
possibly miss it. She’ll be heartbroken!’
‘Mum,
I need to speak to my Manager and book the day off but I’m not sure what he is
going to say. We are in the middle of a massive case and I know that this is
going to cause a problem. It’s just such short notice….’
The truth was that I had already spoken to my Mr Johnson,
my Manager and asked for the day off, only to be met with a very abrupt ‘No. I could not possibly be spared and how
could I even think about time off when people were working 17 hour days because
we were so busy.’ He then very rudely, slammed the office door in my face.
Exasperated, I held the phone away from my ear as she completely
ignored me and droned on about my sisters bloody wedding for another 20 minutes,
even managing to throw in a conspiracy theory
about a suspected pregnancy and a shotgun wedding before I could FINALLY
make my escape.
I sank down at my old wooden computer desk and put my
head in my hands wearily. My sister and I had always been very close and she
would be devastated if I couldn’t make it to the wedding. She WAS pregnant and I know that Jeremy’s
very traditional (and loaded) family were absolutely furious. She had been
sworn to secrecy (telling me doesn’t count!) and their wedding had been raced
forward so they could attempt to pass the baby off as a Honeymoon baby. I
really wanted to go and support my sister but I really couldn’t afford to lose
my job?
As I worried about what to do, my eyes wandered to the
note that Emma left me a few weeks ago after we’d spent the night together and
despite my mood I found myself smiling fondly.
‘Take the day off sick, I will cover for you. Take a look at my favourite
website www.voluptasse.co.uk and get yourself some sex toys and lingerie,
orgasms are addictive, the more you have the more you’ll want.
It’s time for your new awakening;
you know what you have to do!
Lesson Number One – In order to feel sexy, you have to look sexy. Alison you have an
amazing body with beautiful curves. Show it off a bit more! Go shopping!
Great night last night, see
you soon!
Em xx
I hadn’t seen Emma since
our encounter that night, After her recent promotion she now spent a lot of
time at our other offices. I had taken her advice though and bought myself a
couple of vibrators and some sexy underwear. Unfortunately, I hadn’t met anyone
to impress with my lingerie yet but it made me feel sexy and I was enjoying ‘my
awakening’ as she called it.
As the memories of that
evening began to flood back to me, I felt a familiar stirring between my legs
and I began to feel myself getting wet. I unbuttoned my silk blouse and brushed
my fingers lightly over my small pink nipples and instantly felt them harden.
Excited, I began to massage my tits and moaned softly as my body began to ache
with desire. I remembered the feel of her hot strong tongue lapping and teasing
me as my fingers danced their way into my panties and felt my hot throbbing
clit.
They continued their light
circular dance as they continued their tease. I could feel myself becoming
wetter as my excitement began to build and the light dance became more frantic.
I opened the top drawer where I found my faithful Vibrator
and lifted my leg onto the desk, scattering papers all over the floor with my
black stiletto heel. Turning it on, I fucked myself whilst I rubbed my clit roughly
with my other hand. I felt my orgasm begin to build and cried out loudly as I
came. Yes, I was definitely enjoying my awakening!
As I lay there panting and
trying to gather my thoughts, I began to feel the small glimmer of an idea
begin to form, it was something more outrageous then anything that I had ever
done before. Was I ready?
I picked up my phone and
typed out a text to Emma
‘Mr Johnson, I need to know everything about him.’ I hit the send
button and waited for the answer…
Chapter Four
It’s Monday morning and I
am more nervous than I have ever been about anything in my life. With shaking
hands I put on my first pair of hold up stockings. I have never worn them
before. I clumsily fastened the black suspender belt and put on a pair of lacy
black knickers and matching bra. ‘Hmmm, these knickers are going to chafe’ I
thought nervously as I started to apply my make-up. I studied my reflection in
the mirror and was pleasantly surprised at what I saw.
My hair was soft and fell
in dark waves around my face, my eyes were large and blue and my lips pink and
full. My size 12 figure was curvy and firm. I had recently started going to the
gym and could see the new definition in my body, I’d dropped a dress size but
didn’t want to lose my curves. I was proud of them!
I finished my make-up as
best I could with my shaking hands and finished dressing hastily. After a quick
check that I had everything that I needed I set off to work, the knot in my
stomach growing bigger with ever step. I arrived early and checked Mr Johnson
schedule for any important meetings, there were none. I penciled in an
appointment for myself at 11.00 am and walked nervously back to my desk the
clock ticking loudly behind me, breaking the silence…
I saw Mr Johnson enter his
office 20 minutes later. He glanced at his appointment calendar and frowned in
irritation at my booking. ‘Alison!’ He yelled harshly. ‘Come into my office
please.’ He stomped into his office slamming his office door loudly to further
illustrate how inconvenienced he felt. This did nothing to calm my nerves.
I see a few curious glances
from the others and attempt to shrug nonchalantly at them. My mind is racing in
a wild panic. ‘Oh shit oh shit oh shit!’ I’m not ready, it’s too early. I take
a deep breath and silently plead with my legs to please stop shaking and walk
slowly towards his office. I pull the door instead of push and finally make it
inside and turn the key in the lock behind me. He is sitting at his desk and
looks up at me in surprise. ‘Is everything
okay Alison?’
I take another deep breath
and look him square in the eyes; ‘If you don’t have confidence, fake it’ I silently
command myself for the fiftieth time since the weekend and study the profile of
the man in front of me.
He is slightly greying with
dark brown eyes and a strong square jaw. He is medium build and an obvious gym
user with his taut defined arms and firm bottom. He starts to speak and I lift
my finger to my mouth to silence him as I start to unbutton my blouse and walk
seductively towards him. His eyes widen but never leave mine as I stand in
front of his desk and let my blouse drop to the floor. His eyes move down to my
tits and I see the blinds start to close as he presses a remote on his desk to
close them. ‘I need a day off for my
sister’s wedding in July’ I say in a confident strong voice ‘ and being a big fan of the saying ‘one good
turn deserves another’, I was wondering if perhaps we can come to some
arrangement?’
He nods dumbly and I let my
skirt drop to the floor. I am wearing nothing but my black lacy bra, stockings,
suspenders and the black heels that I put on earlier and I know that I look
amazing, in fact I feel pretty amazing right now and despite my nerves I am
really turned on.
I walk around to the front
of the desk and stand in front of him, we are almost touching. Still he hasn’t
spoken but I can see the outline of his cock bulging against his trousers. My
eyes never leaving his I unfasten his belt and open his trousers, freeing his
impressive cock and holding it firmly in my hands. I feel so powerful as he
lets out a small moan. Looking directly into his eyes, I run my tongue down the
length of the shaft, it tastes sweet and I can feel my cunt start to throb. I
try to remember the books I had spent most of the weekend reading about giving a
blowjob and my mind is empty. I just know that want to fuck this hard throbbing
cock today.
I take one of his balls in
my mouth and give it a gentle suck whilst I run my hand up and down the length
of his dick, he start to cry out as I take the next one and suck again. I shift
slightly to the side and tease him by running my tongue up and down the shaft
and in little circles around the tip whilst wanking him with my hand and tugging
gently on his balls with the other. He squirms in delight, I am so turned on
that I rub my clit against my heel, hoping for some release. Unable to take
anymore, he roughly grabs my head and pushes my mouth onto his cock, I take the
length in my mouth and start to suck, licking and teasing and playing with his
balls whilst he guides my head roughly up and down.
I taste a small salty
discharge and I realize that he is about to come, I am enjoying myself too much
for this to end so I stand abruptly and sit back on the desk. Our hair and eyes
are wild and he is groans in despair. ‘I’m
not finished’, I state confidently. ‘I
am going to bend over the desk and I want to you fuck me, Hard.’ He throws
me roughly against the desk and drags at my panties desperately till they fall
to the floor. I kick them aside as he noisily clears room on his crowded desk
and pushes my face onto the hard wood. I cry out in delight as he thrusts his
hard throbbing cock swiftly into me, easing my hot craving. His strong fingers
feel for my clit and massage aggressively whilst I squirm in delight, biting my
lip to stop myself from crying out again. His other hand teases my nipple,
sending small shots of blissful electricity throughout my body. It’s all too
much I feel myself building up to a large orgasm that takes over my whole body.
His hand moves to cover my mouth and stifle my scream whilst my legs buckle
with the sweet release. He comes seconds after I do, burying his face in my
hair and gripping me tightly. We don’t move for a few minutes whilst we gather
our thoughts and catch our breath. I am completed elated!
To my surprise he turns me
round and kisses me hard on the lips, his hand reaching up to softly stroke my
hair. ‘Your holiday on the 29th
July has been confirmed Miss Walmsley. I hope you have a lovely day.’ He
grins wickedly, ‘and next time you want
to book a holiday, I’d like to come and speak to me directly.’
I dress quickly, smartening
myself up and leave Mr Johnson’s office with buzzing with this amazing feeling,
I can’t believe how easy it was and I really enjoyed myself. Ignoring the
puzzled looks from my colleagues I sit at my desk and attempt to carry on with
my work. Reaching for my phone I see that I have a text message from my Sister.
‘Thought I’d better let you know that Ben Davies has confirmed that he
will come to the wedding, I know he broke your heart but he is a good friend of
Jeremy’s and he really wants him there. I hope you don’t mind? Oh and Gemma
will be coming too, Mum insists. Sorry Hun, Love You xx’
To Be Continued……………..
