Our sexual entanglement notwithstanding, Trent and I developed a strong working relationship. When we attended meetings with others, he treated me like everyone else. He gave me real work as an intern, not just "fetch and carry" jobs like I had expected. He provided positive, constructive criticism while reviewing my work, and genuinely made me better at my job. Monday through Wednesday were filled with meetings, work, and critique. Trent was a talented executive, and I was learning real business skills from him. Of course, I adhered strictly to the dress code and rules he had established and provided proof upon demand.
I stepped onto the express elevator at the office early Monday after our "personnel discipline" meeting. I did not notice that Trent was behind me until I felt someone firmly grab my right elbow and pull me to the back of the elevator. Initially shocked, I quickly figured out who was manhandling me, and then intentionally stood close enough to make my hip touch his thigh. About a half-dozen other people got into the elevator with us.
As the elevator doors closed, I felt something tugging upward on my skirt right at my ass. Maintaining my elevator gaze at the doors, I reached down and pulled my skirt above my stocking tops. Trent bent forward between two people. He said, "Excuse me, I almost forgot," and pushed the "17" button for his floor. As he straightened back up, he was able to insinuate a hand under my skirt and up my upper inner thigh, brushing across my bare pussy on the way. He withdrew his hand and I smoothed my skirt back down just as the elevator reached the 15th floor and I had to get out, mind spinning and pussy sodden with arousal.
While reviewing my work later that day, Trent commented that my work was thorough and must have required extra hours.
"I wanted to be sure that my work was done, and that it exceeded your expectations. I want to be sure that you are completely pleased with everything about me."
"This pleases me. What else are you working on?" he queried.
I pulled up my skirt so he could see my baby-smooth pussy. "I have been investing down at the European wax salon," I flirted, blushing. "And I changed my birth control schedule so that I will be completely available for anything you need through the end of my internship."
He straightened up, a rare and brief smile crossing his face. "I am always pleasantly surprised with your dedication," he said. "We will talk more about your initiative Thursday." He turned to leave my cubicle, but stopped himself and slowly turned back to me.
"One thing I have been meaning to talk to you about."
"Anything. What do you need," I responded.
"Until further notice, you will not orgasm except when I am present. When you know you are about to come, you will tell me in advance. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir. No reaching completion without you, and always announce my orgasms."
"It pleases me that we communicate so well." I swooned a little at his compliment.
* * *
Tuesday, he did another panty check in my cube. While I was sitting there with my skirt bunched around my hips, he stuck the fingers of his right hand into my mouth, then used that hand to rub my clit. Just as I loudly whispered "I'm gonna come!" he immediately stopped rubbing me, straightened up, and walked away. I was utterly flustered.
Wednesday afternoon he silently came to my cubicle during lunch and stood with his groin immediately in front of my face. While on the phone with another employee, I pulled out his cock and pumped it until fully erect. After the call, I blew him eagerly without a care in my mind while rubbing my clit. I had just gotten a mouthful of his come when I had to announce my orgasm. He pulled my hand away from my clit, tucked away his softening cock, and walked away silently.
* * *
I prepared well for my Thursday meeting. On Wednesday evening, I went shopping. I found the shortest possible black pencil skirt that I could get away with at the office. I bought new black stockings to contrast with my fair skin. I stopped by the wax spa and bought a specialized post-wax moisturizer.
When I got home, I made a light dinner, then watched an old episode of Star Trek Enterprise on my tablet while soaking in the tub with essential oils. I carefully shaved my legs, arms, pits, and everything else that had not been waxed. Duly relaxed, I headed, naked, into my bedroom.
I sat on my bed and began moisturizing myself. I started at my feet then worked my way up to my thighs and hips. Then I started over at my fingertips, working up to my shoulders. I hit what I could to reach of my back, then worked my way from my neck and upper chest downward.
When I finished my breasts and moved to my abdomen, I wiped off the excess moisturizer from my hand and picked up my phone. I found myself scrolling through my Slack and text messages with Trent while rubbing moisturizer into my stomach and hips. I had no idea what I was looking for at first.
When all I had left to moisturize was my bikini area, I came across messages from two weeks ago. Trent was giving me very detailed orders about a project I was then working on. I replenished the moisturizer in my left hand, lay down, spread my steepled knees, and began massaging my mons. I re-read Trent's instructions as I rubbed my mound. I felt my nipples contract, goosebumps raise on my forearms and thighs, and blood flow into my cheeks, neck, and chest. My left fingers worked the moisturizer lower, over my pubic bone, and then around my pussy lips. My toes curled in pleasure and anticipation. I finally indulged myself and worked my fingers into my folds, ultimately finding my clit.
Seconds later I had to stop: I was inches away from an orgasm. I elected to sleep nude, which was a stupid mistake. The smooth feeling of the sheets on my bare, shaved, and moisturized skin had me mildly aroused. I tossed and turned all night in anticipation of whatever was coming the next day.
* * *
I allowed myself to sleep later than usual Thursday morning. I skipped my morning run and used that time to ensure I looked the best I could.
I was distracted at work that morning. I caught myself looking up from my computer every few minutes in the hope that Trent would be standing at my cubicle demanding that I show him my bare cunt or suck his cock. I heard nothing from him through lunch and I started to worry he would cancel our meeting.
By two in the afternoon, my head was swimming in fantasies about what he would do to me mixed with fear he would cancel. At 2:30, Trent sent me a text. All it said was "19. 1630."
By 3:30 I was squirming and twisting in my chair. My pussy was gushing and I felt myself soak through my skirt.
At about four o'clock, I went to the toilet to pee. I couldn't help but touch myself while I sat on the toilet. I quickly realized I would come in seconds so I stopped. I stomped in frustration back to my desk.
