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Chandler had been fooling around with Rachel's boss, Joanna, in her office. When she was called away to a meeting, she teasingly locked him to her desk chair, sans pants, to wait for her return. Unfortunately for him, she called later to tell him that she would be delayed for quite a while. Thinking they were going to sneak a peek at the Christmas bonus list, Rachel and Sophie used a hidden spare key to get into the office, and found Chandler in this compromising position.
They left, with Sophie freaked out and Rachel mad. Despite Rachel's anger with him, Chandler convinced her to unlock the handcuffs and let him leave. But no sooner had she done so, than she realized that Joanna would come back, find Chandler gone, and know that Rachel was involved.
In the frantic rush of activity, Chandler became handcuffed to the filing cabinet beside the door. Chandler, please, I have to get you locked up back the way you were, I am sooo gonna lose my job, she's very private about her office.
Now I know why," Rachel pleaded. If she comes back and sees me locked to this instead of the chair, she's gonna know you were in here. So you might as well just let me go," Chandler knew that he had Rachel in a no-win situation. I want my freedom! Why won't you hear me? Help me! Like a little dog, Sophie obeyed. Rachel quickly closed the door and stuffed Chandler's tie in his mouth, as a gag. Would you just calm down! Chandler tried to scream a little bit, then realized that he could simply spit out his gag.
It left his mouth with a 'pouf'. It hit him in the back of the head, enhancing his irritation with Rachel. Undeterred, she continued the negotiations.
I'll squeeze you fresh orange juice every morning! She paused, then a little smile crept across her face. Her tight body was invitingly close. In that case, I'm thinking of something Then she took a quick step back. No deal!
What's the big deal? How about just some good old fashioned sex on the desk? I need to get something out of this, too, ya know. Chandler looked down. They each gently squeezed their handful. Don't push it," she warned. Rachel reached up to unlock the handcuffs that held him to the filing cabinet. But she paused, and looked at him with a nasty smile.
Rachel was undaunted. She could tell that he liked her idea, even if he could only stammer a response. Except as MY boy-toy, I'm going to treat you real nice," she moved in and kissed him with her last words.
Rachel squatted in front of Chandler, slowly stroking his rod, and looking up at him. The head went back in, and she sucked long and hard. We can't let her hear us. She's dense, but she's not deaf. I'll be quiet. I promise. With that, she pulled down Chandler's boxers and gently slapped his feet to get him to step out of them. Her hands glided back up. She slowly stroked his rod and fondled his balls. Isn't that much better?
Just think of it as a different kind of freedom," she said as she put Chandler back in her mouth. Rachel held his thighs as she rocked her body back and forth, sliding her lips up and down his shaft. Chandler watched his beautiful friend sucking his cock, and tried for all he was worth not to make a sound.
Her movements gradually transferred from her whole body to just her head, allowing a faster blowjob as it moved back and forth. Chandler rested his head on the file drawer behind him, breathing hard. Rachel's mouth left his cock, and her hand took over, stroking him in time with her previous sucking.
With one last series of licks and sucks, Rachel stood, and moved in close to him. So, do you like my ass, Chandler? Rachel was wearing a dark grey pantsuit. She turned around and pulled the jacket up to reveal her butt. It filled the cut of her pants nicely; tight enough to be a little provocative, yet still very professional for the office.
I work very hard at it, you know I want guys to want to fuck it I'm probably going to blow my load all over your suit. Rachel strolled around the end of the desk and came up behind him. She ran her fingers through his hair, then teasingly jerked his head back so he was looking up at her.
She leaned over and kissed his mouth, upside down. A long wet kiss. She undid the single button on her jacket, and allowed it to fall open. Removing it, Rachel tossed it across the desk. She was wearing a white long-sleeve shirt under it. Rachel looked at Chandler sitting there in only a blue dress shirt. Chandler caught her meaning and gladly stroked his rod as he watched his sexy friend strip. Rachel unzipped her slacks, stepped out of them, and draped them over her jacket.
Beneath her v-neck top, her obviously erect nipples told Chandler that her only underwear was the lacy yellow thong that hung loosely in front of her trimmed snatch of hair.
It was held on only by simple strings as straps. She stepped toward him. His hands eased her thong down her thighs, and it fell the rest of the way to her ankles.
Rachel lifted her high heels, one by one, to step out of it. His hand traveled upward, and he brushed his fingers across her pussy. She was already quite wet. Rachel read his mind. Chandler slowly rubbed her pussy lips as Rachel ran her fingers through his hair. His other hand moved up and under her shirt, and groped her breast.
Rachel moved between Chandler and the desk. She leaned back against it, giving him the slightest peek at her pussy. He leaned in and gave her a little lick. She gasped at the tingling in her clit. She hopped up on her boss' desk and put her high heels up on the arms of the chair. Chandler sat between them, and had a wonderful view of her slim thighs, shaved pussy, and little clit. He ran his hand up her leg, caressing it from ankle to puss. Chandler rolled the chair toward her, bringing her feet much closer to her butt.
He placed the flat of his tongue against Rachel's pussy and slowly licked it. Rachel let out a little moan. Rachel replied, a bit annoyed, though not at him, "I know I know! He traced the outside of Rachel's labia with his tongue.
He wanted to tease her. He flicked the tip of this tongue gently across her clit, barely brushing it. He softly blew cold air onto it, making her shiver.
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This was all new territory for me. I remembered the events of the previous night, Jack coming in to his office where I was supposed to be working late and instead catching me at his desk, touching myself and envisioning his masculine hand between my legs instead of my own.
Why was my phone silent — why was there no word from him? I was already worrying as I picked out my outfit — a snug black pencil skirt, a semi-sheer black top, black nylons, and black stilettos. I sat at my desk outside his office and tried to busy myself, or at least look like I was busy, while I kept watch out of the corner of my eye for him to appear.
Last minute trip for the DRI client. He sent an email out this morning. Maybe he was unhappy about what happened. Something was up. I had to see what his tone would be like in the response. Finally, I just went with something that seemed even remotely plausible:. I heard you had to travel today last minute. Do you need me to take care of anything here at the office? And then I waited impatiently for a reply to appear in my inbox.
Several hours of hitting refresh later:. Thanks for working late last night, I have everything I need for the meeting. As I finished reading, I felt my phone buzz on my desk.
Everything was fine. That was a flirtatious text. So did I. Jack was always a weird combination of mysterious and forthright. He was blunt and honest whenever I asked him about something, but he never shared without prodding. It intrigued me, or at least made me feel flattered that I was getting to be privy to his private side.
I spent the rest of the afternoon online shopping for the perfect short-but-not-too-short skirt to wear the next day and fantasizing about having his hands on me again. If I was a guy, this would be totally hard to resist.
I snapped a photo of the skirt in the dressing room mirror and texted it to Jack. I expected no response, or at least I must have not expected a response because I was surprised when I heard my phone buzz a few minutes later. It was Jack:. The roughness of his touch coupled with the pleasure in his eyes and in his voice.
I walked to his desk and perched myself on the edge of it, trying my best to look sophisticated. He placed one hand on my bare thigh rubbing it, dangerously high. I glanced back at the open door, no one was due in for a bit longer, but that what if someone came in early?
And yet… I could also feel my worries being drowned out by another voice inside me that was praying his hand would keep moving. He bit his lip. Feeling awkward about just standing there while he touched me I leaned forward to kiss him. I gripped his chair for balance as keeping upright on my own was becoming increasingly difficult. He pulled his hand out of my and placed it on the back of my thigh. He looked at me and I nodded, pulling my skirt down as far as it would go.
I turned to leave his office until the appointed time and was dismissed with a playful slap on the back of my skirt. I returned to my desk and waited to be summoned. A member of the choir, but never a soloist. Sign up for the Thought Catalog Weekly and get the best stories from the week to your inbox every Friday. You may unsubscribe at any time. By subscribing, you agree to the terms of our Privacy Statement. Finally, I just went with something that seemed even remotely plausible: Hi Jack— I heard you had to travel today last minute.
Several hours of hitting refresh later: Adrienne— Thanks for working late last night, I have everything I need for the meeting. It was Jack: Shorter. He looked very sexy like that, both playful and poised. Losing Your Virginity.
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