Ian couldn't wait for 5pm. It was Friday and it was a long holiday week-end. The meetings this week had been endless and less than productive to say the least. Only 3 more hours and he was done. He was actually even looking forward to the commute home, music cranked and all the week's stresses blowing in the wind.
Ian Stewart MacIntyre had been working for the Whit Corporation for 2 years as the Chief Information Officer. Almost everybody else in the company called him Stewart since he had learned growing up in a rural part of the Carolinas that 'Ian' was a name that made most people say, "You ain't from around here are you." Whereas, most people could pronounce Stewart the first time they read it.
He had come to the far eastern part of Washington State after 15 years in Texas working half that time with NASA at the Johnson Space Center and the other half consulting for various oil companies. After accumulating a sizable nest egg, he had moved with his wife to Spokane to be near some real mountains again. He still made frequent trips back to Houston to the M.D. Anderson Cancer Center since his wife's condition still needed regular monitoring. The cancer she had developed 6 years before had left her incapable of sexual intimacy, a condition that although it was deeply painful, Ian, as he was known only to close friends, had learned to live with. After all they had been together since college and his love for her was unshaken as he cared for her special needs even though his needs were not being met.
Ian let himself float off in the fantasy he had been thinking about lately in which his executive assistant played a significant part. He was gently stroking his cock through his pants imagining it pressed hard between her perfect legs while he held tight to her tight ass and kissed her lips, when his phone buzzed and jarred him back into reality.
"Shit" he said, quickly sitting upright and glancing down at his semi hard cock as he reached over and punched speaker phone.
"Yes?" he questioned.
"Sorry Ian. I just got a call from Mr. Whit's assistant. Apparently there is an emergency board meeting and we need to go now." his executive assistant Cara explained.
"Oh, that's just great, no chance of making it an early escape now." he muttered.
"No Sir, it doesn't look like it. If you want to head up, I will grab the files and your juice?" she said.
"Thank you Cara, see you in a few"
Cara smiled. Ian was a great guy, a wonderful boss and she knew he was as disappointed about not leaving early as she was. Add to that he was the sexiest suit in the building and she smiled even more.
He had asked her to call him Ian instead of Stewart after only a week of working together, explaining that since they would be working closely, she might as well use the name those he was closest to him used. She harbored a secret hope that this gesture meant more than just a case of professional expediency.
Cara Roze Craig, a descendant of William Craig, sometimes referred to as the "Father of Idaho", had come to work for the company 18 months ago, becoming Ian's personal executive assistant 1 year ago, almost to the day. She was afraid that she had fallen in love with this older married man the first time she met him, although her consummate professionalism required her not to give him or anyone else the impression that their relationship was anything other than just that, professional. Still, there were times staring at him in meetings and through his usually open office door, that had made her warm deep inside and often caused her to wish she had brought extra clean panties to work.
Setting the phone to answer any incoming calls, she gathered everything she needed for a long meeting and put her purse over her shoulder.
"Better hit the restroom first" she thought, "the way Old Man Whit goes on and on I might not have another chance".
Setting everything down on the counter she entered the stall and slid up her skirt to sit down and tinkle. She stared at the stall door and thought to herself that this was going to be the longest meeting of the week and she was sure she would doze off ten minutes into it.
"I need something to keep me awake." she laughed. "And I know exactly what I need"
Reaching into her purse she pulled out a small silver case. Opening it she smiled. Nestled inside in purple velvet were two silver eggs. She had just gotten them in the mail yesterday and hadn't even really looked at them. They were shiny and the metal was cold to the touch. Setting them down on the shelf in the stall she cleaned herself up and stood up, turning to put one foot up on the closed lid of the toilet and took the eggs out of the case. Pulling the edge of her panties aside she slowly slid the cold eggs inside her pussy.
