My name is Jacob and I've wanted to live a normal life for as long as I can remember. The following is a story about how I discovered that normal is a relative concept and, for the most part, it doesn't exist unless you seriously change your standards of what is considered normal.
On the surface I'm as normal as can be, one could even say that I'm the guy next door that young girls wish was the their neighbor. I'm white, 6 foot 2 inches tall and 27 years old but I still sport an athletically toned body, a remnant from my college years playing football at Arizona St. By all accounts I'm attractive, but I've never felt like it gave me some sort of status or authority to be an asshole; that's just not how I was raised.
The only reason I say that is because I live in Los Angeles now, the land of assholes. And boy is life different.
As opposed to the dry heat of the desert, now there was the thick smog-filled heat. Instead of gorgeous "normal" women, everything came with an enhancement or enlargement of some sort. Close friends? Good luck trying to find it in a place like this. At least I had Beverly.
Beverley is my serious girlfriend of three and a half years. We met back in undergrad but that's a longer story. A few years ago we bumped into each other at a cocktail party, went out on a date a week later and that was that. Now I have to break to her the news that I will not be able to go to Palm Springs for our romantic weekend getaway.
You see if my weariness with LA was palpable then my disdain for my new boss, Al, must have so obvious as a tattoo across my forehead in big, bright neon lettering. I'm a reasonable man but this degree of derision made the most punctilious sort look like LSD-tripping monkeys cleaning a room.
Yap, yap, yap. "Do this. Do it faster. Do it better. Where are we on that white paper?" I thought this was the weekend away so I could show Beverley that I wasn't really married to my job. Alas, welcome to a world where weekends are just another work day, again.
Someone once told me to get to the stuff that you don't want to do first, so I decided to call her first thing after discovering I'd have to work all weekend. "Hey hon. Ah, so...I'm good, I'm good. Well not exactly, actually. Listen, something came up at work, well I'm not going to be able to make it away after all. No, I tried. He just...Well, of course I do, how could you say that?"
Just as I uttered that last sentence, my secretary Kimberly walked up to my desk with an expectant faced that clearly wanted to ask me a question. Kimberly was very good at gauging the temperature in the room and now was no different, she quietly walked back to her desk as if she hadn't hear the fight that was developing.
"What do you mean you're just going to go? Well yes, we've paid for it but it would be nice. No, you're right, I mean just because I can't enjoy it with you is no reason for one of us not to enjoy themselves." My condescension and sarcasm were dripping out with each word, but I couldn't help myself. You're not the only one that wanted for us to go, I thought. "Well, all right. I guess I'll see you on Sunday night. Bye."
Kimberly returned back to my desk. Kimberly was a beautiful young woman, but I could hardly notice it at a time like this. "Jacob, sorry to bother you, I just looked over the schedule and wanted to know if you want me to give a higher priority to the Lenoard or Hopkins' file?"
My head was spinning after the phone conversation and I grimaced painfully as I rubbed my forehead with my right hand, "neither, we have a rush job for Valeant, due under 72 hours."
"Again," Kimberly said incredulously. Kimberly was kind to play dumb but we both knew that it was neither the first, nor the last time that Al was going to have me work the weekend on a project.
Kimberly had started to bend over for files that were in a corner of the room. She seized the opportunity for some much needed humor. "Well look on the bright side, at least you get to look at my ass all day long." Kimberly shot me a wry smile and despite myself I could help but start laughing. I shook my head. It was juvenile, yet playful but it was exactly what I needed in that moment. Kimberly smiled, "I'll pull what we have and round up what everyone else's got, gimme a half-hour."
As she walked away I couldn't but help admire Kimberly's backside. She certainly knew what she was talking about. Kimberly reminded me off girls back home - exquisitely good looking - dark hair, long legs, firm yet voluptuous ass, well-proportioned tits, just absolutely gorgeous. I had so much on my plate lately I could hardly notice.
The next few hours flew by with calls, meetings, and more meetings and calls. It was 7 pm and the entire office had already retreated home or gone out for a happy hour. I had sent my team home an hour ago, knowing that they were coming back early the next day anyway. Kimberly had offered to stay behind and help a little bit more before she headed out, I couldn't resist getting a little bit more secretarial help before the weekend. She was, after all, not coming in tomorrow.
Kimberly was helping me sort the papers of various proposals and presentations. My eyes were starting to zig-zap with this dizzying array of binders and folders. I let out a deep sigh, "Will the madness ever end?"
Kimberly played along, "Well I turn back into a pumpkin any minute now."
"Yeah, you should go home. We've done enough for tonight." I stretched my arms as high as I could reach, my upper and lower back were killing me from bending outstretched over this desk for so long.
"Back pain?"
"You know it." It wasn't the first time that my back had been a sore spot for me. Kimberly briskly left and returned with water and some Aleve.
"Ah, thank you. 'Advanced medicine for pain.' I'm about to find out."
Kimberly, "Do you trust me?"
"Ah, yes. What do you mean?"
"Lie on the floor. I'll show you."
Too tired to ask why, I just did ask instructed. "Listen if you're going to kick me in the head to give me further brain damage than I already got playing football, do me a favor and just kick my head into Al's office so it smashes down on his little souvenir trinkets."
"I'll make a note of it." At that point Kimberly slipped out of her high heels and revealed her dainty little feet. I knew what was coming. "Are you ready? One two three. Breathe out."
At that moment, Kimberly stood on my back and an orchestra of cracks started to give way and guttural moans of pain and relief left my mouth. "Ah. Oh, god. That feels good." Kimberly got off me. "Oh, why did you stop?"
"A little bit is good for you. A lot isn't. Besides, if someone walked into the office right now they'd assume I was giving you a blowjob or something."
Perhaps it was my lying down face first in the floor in the middle of a euphoric pain release that led me to quip back, "It would take a lot more than a blowjob to make me moan like that."
"Oh really? Well I'll have to remember that. How does it feel?"
"Better but it still hurts." Without asking or saying anything, Kimberly straddled me and sat on my ass. She started to rub my back.
"Um, ok. That's not exactly what you said you were going to do but ok." This was the first time she ever really touched me with her hands and it felt terrific. She was rubbing so slowly and sensually up my body I was starting to be focused on something other than the pain in my back. I could smell her, as she leaned in to get more force into loosen my muscles.
"You need to relax Jacob. Let me help you relax." I didn't say anything but it was clear I was acquiescing. "Listen to my voice. Imagine you're on a completely secluded beach and there's no one else there. No but me and you. You're lying there with nothing on but your swimsuit. I'm wearing nothing but a skimpy little bikini, white with red polka dots. I'm oiling up your back and slowly massaging it in to your lower back."
As she was saying this, she lifted up the lower part of my dress shirt so she could work skin to skin. Her hand were warms and felt smooth to the touch. She reached as far up as she could manage before she lightly dragged her nails down my back. I softly moaned and it sent chills down my back.
"Good. Keep relaxing. Now, I want you to flip on your back, so I can get the front-side of you."
I did as instructed. She ran her hands up from my stomach to my chess and started massaging my chess with small circles.
"Now I want you to sink into the sand. Like you don't have a care in the world." At this point, Kimberly started undoing the buttons on my dress shirt. I didn't stop her and instead rationalized with myself, "What's the worst that can happen; it's not like she's doing anything that can't be undone." She deftly undid all my buttons.
"Now I want you to lift up your back ever so slightly." As I lifted up she quickly removed my entire shirt. I could hear a bottle being up capped and she started spreading some sort of lotion on my chess and arms, continuing to massage me. At this point, Kimberly was breathing heavily, having been rubbing me for several minutes now.
"Keep your eyes closed. Do you promise?"
"I promise."
She gently rubbed my temples in short small circles. Three clock-wise. Three counter-clockwise. The tips of her fingers gently caressed my face and then traced my body from my neck through my shoulders, chest, stomach down to my waistline, where she snuck her fingers in between my waistline and my dress pants.
"You have all this pent up energy. And I want to be a good secretary. It's wrong that I tease you all day with my tight little ass. I want to make it up to you." She slowly started undoing my belt and unbuttoning my pants. She slowly unzipped my pants and started rubbing my cock through my underwear. I was already hard.
My cock is quite large, 7 and half inches and thick. There was already precum all over my underwear.
"It looks like someone is happy to see me. But I don't want to get in trouble, is my boss telling me he would like me to take care of him? Hmm. Is that what you want Jacob? Do you want me to take care of you while Beverly is down in Palm Spring?"
At that point I opened my eyes and jumped up from the ground.
"What? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"You opened your eyes, you said, you promised you weren't going to do that!"
"Ok, this is over."
