It's been two weeks since we've been alone together in the same space. Our last business trip to Bath had taken an interesting turn. Well, interesting for me, but seemingly distressing for him. He doesn't know how to treat me anymore. I see the way he has to forcibly deflate himself every time he sees me.
He felt bad about the distance between us, I could tell. I had been his assistant for just over a year now. In that year our working relationship quickly became a friendship. For me that friendship turned into a crush, an intense, soul gripping crush. He's not available and I know that. It should put me off, it should make me sad, it should make me feel a lot of different things but all I feel is attraction and desire. And since Bath that dynamic has shifted, he's felt the need to pull back, I know how his mind works, he thinks he's led me on. Thinks he's done something to tempt me and given me the wrong signals. He hasn't... well he has tempted me, but the signals have all been clear, and he hasn't misled me.
He wants me, that's not the issue here. The issue is that he's a good man, too good to do what we both want. Too good to let go and say yes. He'll feel like he's taking advantage of me. A young, impressionable, career driven girl that works for him... works under him.
Yes, I'm young, but I make my own choices and set my own pace. I know what I want and I'm going to get it.
And now I knew I had an in after what happened in Bath two weeks ago.
***Two weeks earlier ***
We were stood in front of our hotel rooms in Bath, but I had packed too many bags and needed help. Tim being Tim had kept his luggage light and simple, I on the other hand had brought all of my clothing choices. Ever the gentleman, he helped bring my bags in. I offered him a drink and to re-run through our plan for the meeting the next day. In effort to find my copy of the agenda I started going through my bags and again Tim offered to help. I knew where the agenda was, It was in my handbag neatly tucked away in a plastic wallet labelled "Bath Agenda and Site Info". I just wanted to get a reaction, to gage my next move really. I directed him to my rose gold suitcase containing all my more delicate items. When he opened the suitcase, his face went bright red, his Adam's apple bobbed and his dark wash jeans tightened ever so slightly.
That told me everything I needed to know. He had stumbled across my bras and very skimpy, very lacey panties. Each unfolded but put together in their matching pairs. I had read somewhere that 80% of men were more turned on by matching underwear than not matching. So I was careful when packing.
"Oh, erm, I don't think I'll find it in this bag. Where else could it be?" He said through what can only be described as a strained voice.
"I've looked everywhere else, and I'm checking my handbag now but I think it's got to be there so please keep looking through it" I replied.
It took all my will power to not smile widely at him as I said it. I knew what he was going to find.
I sat at the desk with my handbag, pretending to go through it, I had the mirror angled just right so I could see his face as he found it. And he did. The box and remote for the Bluetooth clitoral stimulator and vibrator I'd had fitted inside me at the time and lodged against my clit. His eyes went wide, his tongue had practically fallen out of his mouth. He let out an audible gasp.
"Everything alright Tim?" I ask coyly
"Erm it's not in this bag Phoebe. Maybe you lost it?" he answered.
I could see him still holding the box, he inspected it and looked inside. He had now discovered it was empty. Tim was smart, he knew what this was going to be, but he was going to resist, and I respected him for that. But I was a dark princess, and I wasn't going to end that night without getting what I wanted.
"I found it! Brilliant we can get started now!" I exclaimed as I walked toward him.
He was still kneeling on the dark grey carpet next to my suitcase, still holding the box, but now he had the remote in his other hand. I could see his thumb hovering over the little plus sign under the clit label of the remote. I had purchased the best on the market, 18 speeds and settings, simultaneous clit and vibrator usage, long range Bluetooth connection, water proof, all the bells and whistles it could possibly have.
I don't think he had even noticed me standing behind him over his shoulder, he was enthralled by the device, reading the instructions on the back of the instructions. I could see the wheels spinning in his head, trying to figure out how to confirm if I was really wearing the device.
I was done being patient and subtle. Subtlety had done nothing for my agenda so far.
Over the past few weeks my skirts had gotten shorter, my blouses lower, I was consistently wearing the perfume he always complimented when I wore it. It was called Rare Onyx, it was deep tones of amber and rose, it felt like sex in the autumn and I knew he loved it. He picked up on it every time I wore it. I had been wearing my natural hair every day because he had mentioned how pretty I looked the first time I came to work without braids or a wig. My office was adjoined to his, and the only way to get to his office was through mine. I knew he could hear me through the walls, so on a few choice occasions when we had been working late, I had locked the door to my office and masturbated loud enough for him to hear. I even purposely left my used panties hanging out of a drawer in my desk.
I knew he had taken them because they weren't there when I had returned. That night I masturbated harder than ever thinking that he had gone home, snuck into his bathroom and made himself cum into those panties, thinking about me, about how the panties had gotten so wet.
But even after all that, he still hadn't jumped. I had to make it clear to him that I wanted him. I wanted his strong arms around my body, his lips on mine, his tongue on my nipples.
God, I needed him. Desire and passion were all I felt when I looked at him.
It didn't help that he absolutely dominated our meeting earlier that day. He just commanded the room, everyone paying attention to him and hanging on to his every word was so erotic. Seeing him having that hold on the people in that room was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Thank god I wore a long blazer, because I know there was a wet patch on the back of my skirt.
"Yes." I said to him simply.
It was only then that he noticed I was so close to him. He jumped a little and dropped the box, but the remote was still firmly I his grip. So firmly that his thumb pushed the plus sign. Immediately I felt the slight gently buzz of the toy on my clit. I couldn't help but release a soft moan. You could hear the toy buzzing away at my clit. All too soon though the sensation was gone. He had pushed the minus button and turned the toy off. A little whine of disappointment.
