I pulled into the lot just as Kevin Richmond was getting out of his car. He waited for me to park and walk the couple rows to where he was standing. "She's one hot fuckin' lay," He said obviously referring to his Tuesday, after hours meeting with Fran.
I just smiled figuring he would expand on just how hot a lay Fran was.
"As she stepped through my office door Fran unbuttoned her blouse and showed me that she had removed her bra and exposed her naked tits with their half dollar size, pink areolas and pink nipples. They are fuckin' outstanding and my cock got instantly hard. While she slipped out of her skirt, I unzipped and pulled my hard cock out for her," Kevin said.
His wife was at the company Christmas party and from what I remember she is rather flat chested, so I could completely understand Kevin's excitement at seeing Fran's naked breasts.
I knew that Fran wouldn't waste any time getting him naked and asked, "Did she undress you?"
"Exactly, and as she did she asked me what I wanted first?" Kevin remarked.
Fran was well aware when she agreed to the promotion that Kevin wanted to fuck her, especially her ass and knew she'd offer her sweet, tight asshole to him the first time they fucked.
"And what did you ask for first?" I asked.
"She really didn't wait for me to ask, instead she bent over my desk and reached around to pull her thong out of the way showing me her puckered sphincter," Kevin replied.
"Of course," I said.
Kevin seemed excited to tell me what he and Fran had done so I leaned against his car and waited for him to continue.
"She dipped a couple fingers inside her wet cunt and rubbed the juices around her puckered sphincter. Her two fingers returned to her cunt to collect more juices, then she went back and pushed them both into her tiny asshole." He said.
I knew from the times I'd fucked Fran that as she gets aroused her cunt gets very wet and remarked, "She gets wet very fast."
Kevin smiled and said, "After she'd coated her sphincter, she said, fuck my tight, little asshole."
Fran knew that once she'd given up her tight asshole to him she'd have him just where she wanted him.
Kevin began walking toward the entrance to our building as he said, "I fucked her asshole hard and fast, and within a few minutes pumped a huge, thick load of cum inside."
I smiled at him knowing Kevin had taken what he wanted, a hard, fast ass fucking. There was no foreplay, no playful caresses he was true to form only looking to please himself with no regard to Fran's needs. I couldn't wait to speak to Fran and get her impression of the Tuesday, after hours fuck.
As we entered the office, our receptionist Janice greeted us both, "Morning Mr. Richmond," then to me saying, "hey Allen."
I replied, "Good morning Janice," but Kevin didn't respond.
Richmond disappeared into his office closing the door with a resounding thud and I walked down the aisle to my workstation. After starting my computer, I grabbed my coffee mug and headed to the lunchroom. Fran was not at her workstation then I remembered she was now part of the management team and most likely had taken over Marge's desk. I walked toward that spot and sure enough Fran was hard at work catching up on her new duties. I gave her a quick wink and held up my empty mug to suggest that she meet me in the lunchroom. Her smile confirmed she got the message.
I was pouring my coffee when she entered the lunchroom and I turned to lean against the counter and watch her walk toward me. She looked absolutely incredible, wearing a dark blue, satin blouse and a white pencil skirt. Her makeup looked impeccable but I detected a little more eye shadow than usual. Her full lips were coated with a pink shade of gloss and glimmered sexily. As she stopped before me, I detected a little sparkle in her eye shadow.
"You look incredible," I remarked as she smiled widely at me.
"Thank you, Allen," she answered.
"I like the eye shadow," I said.
"I think it's a little over the top for the office, but Kevin told me he liked this kind of look," Fran remarked.
I giggled knowing he had already made changes in Fran's look to suit his own sexual fetish.
"Well ya gotta keep the boss happy," I replied.
Her smile disappeared as she answered, "I guess so even if making me happy is the last thing on his mind."
Fran had no idea that I'd already gotten a blow by blow account of their Tuesday after hours fuck so I played dumb and said, "Can I assume that your private meeting Tuesday didn't go all that well?"
"Let's just say that it was a very short meeting, he pumped my ass full of hot cum then sent me on my way." Fran admitted.
"What an asshole, you know where to come if you want to be totally pleased," I said letting her know that I was always ready and willing to give her what she wanted.
She smiled and replied, "Trust me Allen, I know I can count on you not to throw a quick fuck into me."
She giggled, then asked, "So I can call on you even if it means you'll be getting sloppy seconds?"
I smiled at her and as I side stepped to where she was standing said, "Or you could come see me first and give him the sloppy seconds."
I left her in the lunchroom contemplating the thought. As I returned to my desk I thought, well at least I won't have to worry about playing second fiddle to Richmond.
I settled into my chair and started looking at my emails when my text message alert sounded on my cell phone, it was from Staci. I opened the text and smiled as I read what she'd texted, "You were incredible last night!"
I thought for a moment about replying you were too but an idea dawned on me that not only would serve as my reply but ensure that we'd share more nights like that in the future. I called a local florist and spoke to a female clerk. I ordered a dozen red roses and said, "Please deliver them to Staci Van Holden in Apartment 923 at Kurtz House."
"And the card?" she asked.
"Just write, You Were Too." I replied.
I gave her my credit card number and asked, "How soon will they be delivered?"
"We're not very busy so I'd say in about an hour." She replied.
"Great!" I answered before hanging up the phone.
I got back to my work figuring within the hour Staci would either call or text me once the roses arrived, then I remembered she had an early morning appointment with a prospective new client and had probably texted me before that meeting. I'd have to wait till she got back to her apartment to hear from her.
As lunch time approached I still hadn't heard from her and got worried that the florist had either returned the roses to the shop or left them in the business office at Kurtz House.
Around noon time Fran came by and said, "Kevin wants me to have lunch with him."
I grinned and said, "What Kevin wants, Kevin gets."
"Actually, I want to talk with him about some minor changes I'd like to implement," Fran said.
"Good for you," I answered wondering if she'd return with cum stains on her dark blue, satin blouse.
I had lunch, a hot dog with mustard and a Diet Coke, on a public bench outside the building.
As I returned to the building my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and saw Staci's name and quickly answered her call, "Good afternoon Staci."
"You're such a romantic Allen, I just love red roses," She instantly said.
It felt good knowing that Staci saw my gesture as a sign of romance, after all we had agreed our relationship would be exactly that.
"I'm glad you like them," I answered.
