Scott wakes up from a deep slumber. Last night, has been draining. Him and Keysha fucked for hours when they got to his place. This time he tied Keysha to his bed and orally please her until she begged him to stop and fuck her already. Without hesitation, he mounts her sliding his big cock deep inside her. The hot and passionate sex they had was amazing. They were exhausted, but they're hunger for each other surpass their tiredness. By the time they were done, they collapsed tangle in arms and legs.
A smile creeps on his face as well as an erection. He stretches and he uses his right arm to reach for her. Sadly, his hand touches a cold spot where Keysha should be. He turns over quickly to see she's not there. He hops out of bed and searches for her. He goes to the bathroom first. She's not there. He heads to the kitchen, dining and living rooms to see she's not in them either. He walks back to his bedroom to get his phone. He calls first. It goes to voicemail. He sends her a text and then email.
After waiting for an hour, still no response. He's been trying to reach her for the past three days with no luck. Scott couldn't sleep. His mind has been on Keysha and their night together. So many times, he jerked his cock thinking about her. The feel of her mouth, the smoothness of her soft skin and how tight her pussy felt. The scent of her perfume imbedded in his mind and pillows. He refused to wash them. He hold the pillows to his nose inhaling her scent. Fuck, he wants her so badly, but she's been avoiding him. At least, that's what he thinks.
She took a few days off from work. She got him a temp. He's not happy. The temp is a great worker, but she's not Keysha. He continued to call, text and email her several times. Now, he wonders if the sex was only good to him. His confidence as a man has dwindle a bit. He never had a woman question his sexual ability.
Another morning and still no response from Keysha. He goes to work dreading it. He gets off the elevator with his feet dragging. He thought about staying home, but decided not to. Besides, working should help him get his mind off her. Then a familiar perfume hits him. His eyes grow wide as he sees Keysha at her desk. A huge smile spread across his face.
"Keysha!" he says happily.
She turns around in her chair and stares up at him. Damn, he looks good, she thinks. He's wearing a three-piece suit and freshly shaven. She would love to feel his face between her thighs tasting her. She squeezes her legs together to calm her throbbing pussy.
"Good morning Scott. How are you?" she greets smiling.
"I'm great," he says.
The atmosphere goes from happiness to awkwardness within seconds. He clears his throat.
"Is everything alright? You took a few days off. Not to mention, you haven't responded to my emails, calls or texts," he tells her.
He places his hands inside his pockets. His cock begins to harden. He misses her. If it was anyone else, he'll fire them. A no call no show is grounds for termination.
"I'm really sorry. I had a family emergency. I called HR and filled out a leave of absence. I should have had call, but I thought HR sent you an email," she tells him.
He never thought about checking his work emails. He slaps his forehead.
"Crap! I forgot to check," he says.
He inhales deeply and sighs heavily. He runs a hand through his hair.
"I'm sorry. I thought you were avoiding me," he confesses.
He only focused on his personal messages.
"I will never avoid you, Scott. You're a great guy," she pauses as she begins to whispers.
"And an amazing lover," she whispers smiling.
He wants to kiss her with the passion that's burning inside him.
"Is everything alright?" he asks.
"Yes, everything is much better. Thank you for asking," she tells him.
"I'm glad," he says.
He heads to his office. As soon as he walks in, the aroma of coffee hits his senses. He sighs happily as he quickly walks to his desk and scoops it up. He takes a long swallow and let the hot caffeinated drink fills his mouth and slides down his throat.
"Ahhhh," he sighs.
"I needed this," he says as he sits at his desk.
After turning on his computer and checking his messages, there's a knock on the door.
"Come in, please," he calls.
Enters Keysha! She has her notepad in her hand. Her skirt rests high above her knees. The tight fabric shows her strong thick legs. She sits down and crosses her legs. Placing her notepad on her lap, she's ready for the tasks at hand. He couldn't help, but stare at her thighs. He's in a trace. His mind goes back to the way her thighs felt when she squeezed them on his head. A couple of fingers snapping pulls him from his thoughts. He chuckles and starts telling Keysha today's task. Then, there's a knock on the door.
"Come in," he says raising his voice.
His boss walks in. He looks frantic! The tall older gentleman with wrinkles that makes him look older than he is.
"Scott, I need your help," he pauses as he stares at Keysha.
"Then again, I need Keysha help," he says.
Scott stares at his boss. He's not liking where this is going. The last time Mr. Crawford used his assistant, she sues the firm for sexual harassment. He's also jealous! Keysha is his assistant.
"Keysha would you mind working late tonight. I have this huge project and I need your help. Could you help me?" he asks.
She cuts her eyes to Scott. She sees his jaw clenching.
"Ummm, Scott would you need me tonight?" she asks.
Hell yeah, I need you tonight. Every night, he thinks. He shakes his head no.
"Sure, I help you," she says.
"Wonderful, I'll email you the list of things I need done. Thank you Keysha and Scott," he says as he leaves.
"That's weird. Your boss never asked for my help before," she says staring at him.
"That's because his assistant quit last week. He doesn't want to hire another one," he tells her.
She shrugs as she stands up.
"Well, I'm going to knock this work out," she says as she turns on her heels.
She places her hand on the doorknob when Scott stands up.
"Keysha wait," he pauses as he waits for her to turn around.
She stares at him while clutching her notepad to her chest. He stares as the notepad presses on her large breasts.
"If you need help, don't hesitate to call me," he finishes.
She smiles.
