Thanks to SexyKitty_B for editing.
My name is Jesse and I was twenty-three at the time of this story. I was fresh out of college, with no job experience, and no confidence. I tell myself that that was the reason why things unfolded the way they did, but then again, maybe I just wanted all those things to happen. Everything Leticia did to me...
First, let me tell you a little about me. I was a keen sportsman, and as a result I had a tight, muscular body. Along with my blond hair and blue eyes, I didn't lack female attention. I was nowhere near ready for a permanent relationship and switched girlfriends every couple of months.
After four or five job interviews, I landed a job as data processor for a financial corporation. My supervisor was an annoying, ass-kissing dweeb and the job wasn't exactly pushing me to my outer limits. It paid the bills though, which was pretty much all I was after, at least until I could find a more interesting job.
As luck would have it, I was assigned one of only two empty cubicles, in an isolated corner of the floor. Apparently none of the more senior employees wanted those cubicle, because they were too far from the coffee machine, the elevators and the conference rooms. Personally, I appreciated the isolation; no one could see my screen and I had all the privacy I needed to work on application letters and prepare for more promising career opportunities.
Because I spent a great deal of the office time working on personal things, and because I had no one to go home to, I didn't mind staying late and actually doing some work, which in turn impressed my asshole of a supervisor.
I noticed her from the first time she walked by. Leticia, the CFO for the whole Western Division; the leading lady of the building so to speak. She was 43 and a real looker, happily married and well respected by all. She had long, brown hair and always wore a neat business suit: knee-high skirt, white or salmon blouse, stockings and high heels.
She was always on top of everything, confident and in charge. A formidable woman and a force to be reckoned with. She dominated every room and every meeting, simply by being there. She didn't even have to open her mouth.
Aside from nodding hello in the corridors, we had interacted only once during a meeting my supervisor had invited me to. She asked me three questions, which I answered with a few incoherent syllables and that was it. She was a successful top executive. There was no reason for her to interact with a lowly intern like me. That's what kiss-asses like my supervisor Gerry were for. I hadn't expected I would ever talk to her again.
Fortunately for me - and for this story - things panned out quite differently.
One evening, it was just me on the floor, when I noticed Leticia walking up to Gerry's office to put some documents on his desk - probably something urgent. Figuring it couldn't hurt for the CFO to see me working late, I sat up straight and typed a little louder than usual on my keyboard. I pretended not to notice her glancing in my direction and then heading straight for me.
When she walked into my cubicle, she knocked on top of the divider wall and asked, "Hello there, working late?"
I pretended to be startled, turned and said, "Oh, good evening ma'am."
"All alone?" she asked, looking me up and down, as she already knew the answer to that question, having passed by nearly every other cubicle on the floor.
"Yes ma'am," I replied nervously.
She took a quick glance around the floor, then grabbed her hair with both hands and started making a bun, right then and there. Even when doing something as trivial as this, she was a sight for sore eyes. I did my best to look into her eyes and not gawk at her gorgeous, sensual body.
Then, to my shock, she kneeled down in front of my chair, reached out and started undoing my jeans, just like that. Baffled and shocked, I stared at her, not knowing what to say or do. She reached inside my boxers, pulled out my throbbing fat cock, stared at it for a few seconds as her breathing became instantly more shallow, indicating how horny she was. Without taking her eyes off of it, she bent her head down and swallowed me whole.
God, her mouth was warm and eager! I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, as an immense wave of pleasure washed over my body. The wave continued and even intensified as she began bobbing her head up and down, soaking on my pole like there was no tomorrow. She held my cock with just three fingers, stroking me into her eager mouth.
I stared down and couldn't believe my luck. My CFO, a gorgeous woman, nearly twice my age, was sucking my dong and clearly loving every moment of it. She didn't look up once and just kept doing what she was doing. It didn't take long for me to start shuddering in my seat.
Having her mouth wrapped around my big dick, she could feel me trembling as well, and knew damn well what it meant. She didn't budge and just kept sucking. When I exploded in her mouth, she just kept going and except for an approving hum, didn't make any noise. After making sure she'd gotten every drip of cum, she got up, untied her hair and whispered, "God, I needed that!"
"'Night," she whispered, as she walked out of my cubicle.
"Good... night," I replied, absolutely flabbergasted by what had happened. She didn't look back and just left the floor through the large wooden doors leading into the hallway. I reclined and just stared at the ceiling, enjoying the wonderful aftermath of what had probably been the best blowjob of my life. God, she knew how to suck cock!
After just sitting there with my flaccid cock out of my pants for about ten more minutes, I zipped up and decided to call it a night. I headed home to my apartment, ordered in some pizza and fell asleep in front of the tv.
In the morning, it all felt like a dream. Part of me didn't want to believe that Leticia had actually sucked me off and swallowed my cum. I went to the office, feeling pretty nervous for some reason. The day went by uneventful. So did the next day. She came by our floor once more, but didn't even look at me. I was beginning to think that it had been a once in a lifetime occurrence.
However, the next day, towards the end of business hours, Leticia and my supervisor had a long meeting in his office. By the time their meeting ended, there were only a handful of people left on the floor. As Gerry put on his coat and rushed out - I assumed he was late for something - she walked out and glanced in my direction. She seemed to think for a moment, then headed straight for me. I closed my browser and pretended to be working.
"Can I help you ma'am," I asked as she walked into my cubicle.
"As a matter of fact, yes, you've got something I need."
"What's that, ma'am?" I asked politely, not sure if she was there for work or play.
"That big thing between your legs," she blurted out, blatantly, completely unashamed, and obviously unafraid of being overheard.
"Excuse me," I stammered, convinced I had misunderstood.
"Your cock... dick... shlong... your fuck stick... pleasure pole... your third leg," she clarified, at the same volume level as before. Nope, I didn't misunderstand.
