It was late in the day on a Friday evening and everyone at the law firm had seemingly gone home. I only stayed to catch up on a few projects that I could never seem to quit find the time to complete.
At about 8:30 or so, I stepped into the hallway to use the men's room. While washing my hands, I heard the door to the office close. I assumed it was the cleaning crew and didn't pay it much attention.
However, on my way back to my desk, I noticed a light on in one of the other attorneys' offices. Confused, I slowly and silently approached the office. As I reached the door, I could see that my paralegal, Heather, was furiously hammering away at the keyboard. I gave a friendly "hey there" which caused her to whip around in a startled panic. Her face was bright red and her face was clearly upset.
"Oh god," she responded.
"Not happy to see me?" I replied.
Heather and I had worked together for several years. She was around 35, married with a couple kids. For whatever reason, ever since the day I laid eyes in her, I couldn't help but picture her naked in my head. Heather had natural red hair, soft, pale white skin, perky tits and a nice, plump ass. She always dressed professionally, but every now and then, usually on a Friday when she planned to have a few drinks at happy hour, she'd wear a skimpy, low cut short dress. Usually her underwear line showed through the tight fabric on her ass, which always drove me wild. Today had been just such a day, and as I saw her leave to head home at 5, I couldn't help but wish I was the one she was going home to fuck.
"It's not that," she said, "I just didn't expect anyone to be here, that's all."
"I didn't either. What are you doing back so late?" I asked.
Almost immediately, she burst into tears. She rambled on about a huge project that had to be turned in by midnight to our corporate offices that she had completely forgotten about. It was almost 9 already and she felt there was no way she could possibly get it done.
I leaned in to comfort her, her still seated in her chair, and she buried her face in my stomach, just above my groin, crying into my shirt. As I looked down at her gorgeous red hair, I couldn't help but realize I had a realistic view of what she'd look like sucking my now awakening cock.
She continued crying until I volunteered to help her. We broke the project into two pieces and went to work. Lo and behold, at 11:58 pm, the finished assignment was emailed to corporate. After watching her push send, I told her good night and she thanked me profusely. I returned to my office to collect my things.
As I was sitting behind my desk shutting down my computer, Heather walked into my office. "I really don't know how to thank you. You just saved my job. my career really. I owe you one. "
Laughing it off, I said "it's nothing, really. I'm happy to help. You're a great paralegal and I've always felt that we've had a great bond, I couldn't possibly stand to see you fired."
But she persisted, "You have to let me repay you. Anything. Your wish is my command." It was almost imperceptible, but the way she lightly flicked her top lip with her tongue, I sensed a bit of flirtatiousness in her voice.
Being one of her supervisors, I had to play it off. Jokingly and with a playful smile, I said "Anything huh? Surely you don't mean that."
She took a small step forward, put her hands on my desk and leaned forward. "You. Just. Saved. My. Job. . . Anything."