I was late to the office Christmas party in the downstairs meeting room since I had to finish off a report that I knew would not be read until at least the next week. My boss had checked where I was up to on the report earlier in the day and seemed a little too happy at how much work I still had to do on it. But now it was finished and I had arrived. I got myself a beer and went over to say hello to Leila the tall redhead from my project group who was having a secret affair with me. Rodney from Marketing was chatting her up thinking that he was a chance with her. Seeing that I had arrived, she turned from Rodney to me and smiled asking sarcastically whether I had finished all my work. Rodney smirked loudly at what he thought was a put-down. If only he knew. If only he knew that yesterday Leila and I were naked in this very room. Only yesterday we were fucking in this room with the excuse that we had to decorate the place. Which was our little secret.
It had to stay secret. In our office, for some very good reasons, we had to keep it that way. Plus the thrill of our shared fear of getting caught while doing outrageous things on the company's time. And unlike others' affairs which were discussed in the kitchens and on the group chats, we were careful. We were certain that our secret remained undiscovered.
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The day before the party we got lucky. I had got to the office early in the hope that I could get an hour, maybe two, of work done on that report to get it finished before the office party. Leila came in shortly after I did and sat across from me. We hadn't planned to be the only two in the office that early nor had we planned to get up to anything that day. The fact that she was demurely clad in sensible office attire, a below the knee skirt, sensible blouse and an unflattering fawn coloured jacket, only pumped my desire for her despite my looming deadline.
Leila and I said polite good mornings to each other with maybe a sly wink or two and got started on our work. I watched Leila salaciously licking her pen while reviewing her work, and I started to wonder what I could come up with in a hurry before the office started to fill with those starting at sensible times. Well, as much as we would get done what with Leila continuing to lick that pen like she was having an affair with it and not me and the sight giving me an erection that I hid beneath my desk while I plotted how to get our clothes off. My mind was drifting off my report when the boss came into our room acting surprised to see us there.
"I'm glad you two are here," Ms Delores Fields smiled in her managerial way, oblivious of any work pressures that we faced. I tensed, remembering that damn deadline as my erection faded. But we both looked up from our work. Leila put her somewhat moist pen down on her desk.
"Busy?" Delores continued and before we could answer, she continued, "We need that room decorated for the office Christmas do tomorrow. I have a few guests coming from outside, so I want everything organised in good time if you get to it now. I would like to check on it later today to see that it is all ready. The decorations and Christmas stuff was delivered yesterday. All you have to do is assemble it and make it look suitable. Can you start now? Tell me when you're done, I'll be free at 1pm."
I noticed how she had said the lot without appearing to take a breath. She left the room before we could agree to do it, or complain that it wasn't our jobs or that we were too busy trying to meet her deadlines, or say anything else, like, even, good morning. I looked over to Leila and shrugged. She smiled back at me having processed the obvious before I had. That we would be downstairs decorating the room for the party. Leila had already sent around a group email to explain where she and I would be for most of the morning and that we wouldn't be at our desks.
Where we went, instead of our desks, was the function room on the floor below. Leila led me down the stairs lifting her skirt at the back so I could confirm how well her panties covered her tight arse, in case I had any doubt as to how we would be approaching our task.
It was a perfect opportunity. I carefully locked us into the function room and we noted that the windows were shaded enough by full curtains so that no one could see in from the street below. Leila smiled at me. "It could be a dirty job, she stated matter of factly, "and we don't want to get our work clothes dirty." To emphasise that, she loosened her skirt and stepped out of it. She carefully laid it on a handy table, folded her jacket on top of it, unbuttoned her blouse, smiled at me and unhooked her bra and slid down her panties.
"Underwear too?" I teased her, "is that necessary?"
Leila shook her long mane of red hair. "You can't be too careful," she advised as she strode to the doors to confirm that they were indeed locked. Then she looked at me with concern. "Strip," she ordered.
"Even my underwear?" I asked her, still like an idiot.
"Especially your underwear," she directed, gesturing that she had removed hers so what was the big deal? With all of that settled, I followed her lead and stripped out of all that I had on.
Leila then went over to where the boxes had been delivered and bent down to open them and rummage through while I watched her firm bottom and long legs, enjoying the moment, mesmerised by the efficiency of her actions. She turned to see me rooted to that spot.
"Brett!" Leila reminded me, snapping me out of my reverie. So I joined her at the supplies and stepped right up to see what she had found. I stood behind her and ran a hand up the inside of her thigh to signal that I wanted to see how wet she was.
But Leila slapped my hand away. "What do you think you're doing on work time?" she challenged. "We have to get this place decorated." Okay, I thought, if that's how you want to play this, I won't get an erection. That vow lasted bare moments as I studied the curve of her buttocks while she leant in to see what was in the remaining boxes. That was what I needed to see, up I went. Since I now had this proud erection, I pressed it hard against the outside of Leila's thigh as I sidled next to her to see what she had found. "Lots and lots of bunting," Leila chortled as she ignored my touch. "Let's get this up first." No sense of irony on her part about what was already up. She found a roll of tape and waved it at me. "Now we just have to fix this stuff to the roof," she ordered, which was fine by me. She could take charge.
I looked around for the obvious. "No ladder," I observed.
"We'll have to improvise," Leila smiled. "Let's start with me standing on this table and you holding me for support." She climbed onto the table and found she could just reach the ceiling if she stretched which gave me a clear view of all her. I found the start of a length of bunting and handed it up for her to start. "Steady me," she ordered since she was up on her toes as she pressed the bunting to the ceiling. Standing in front of her, I reached up and held just above the knees. "Higher," she insisted, so I grabbed both her thighs. "I'm still unsteady," she pointed out swaying from side to side to prove her situation, making sure that I noticed how her breasts wobbled with her so precarious.
So I reached around from the back and placed my hands just below her vagina as if that was the best way to steady her and stop her falling. I let my fingers trace across the top of her thighs, just below her pussy lips. And with my nose pressed against her abdomen, I licked her navel which made her shudder. "No," she whispered, pulling back and then lowering herself so my fingers were just a little inside her. "That's it," she gasped, "I feel secure now," and to my astonishment she expertly fixed the bunting to the roof. She moved along the table with me supporting her in that manner as she taped it again and continued until she reached the end of the table. She let me put one finger right up and then disengaged herself, stepping down to admire her work.
"Your turn," she announced. Being taller than Leila, I climbed onto the table but did not need to stretch to reach the ceiling and to continue her work. "You need some support too," she decided and took my penis in her mouth. She curled her hands around both my thighs, making a supporting triangle, like in the safety manual, so I felt secure in what I was doing. I disengaged from her mouth and moved the table to the next spot. "It could be more secure," Leila announced before she took me back in her mouth. As well as holding my cock firmly in her mouth for safety, she reached higher up my thighs until she was playing with my arse with both hands.
"I can see how that helps," I laughed. "I wonder how long this is going to take?"
"My turn," she replied so I got down, we moved the table and she got up. Since she had played with my arse, I decided it was fair to return the favour as she got back to arranging the bunting. "What?" she demanded as I put a finger right up.
"Fair's fair," I told her.
"Wait for your turn," she threatened.
We eventually finished with the bunting and strode around to admire our work.
"What else is there?" I wondered. We went back to rummage through the boxes. "I'll bet there's a tree in there somewhere," I predicted.
We unpacked the plastic Christmas tree and we started to put it together. It soon looked like a plastic Christmas tree should. We carried it over to an appropriate corner and agreed that we would have to decorate it. Leila found the lights and baubles in another box.
