I consider myself pretty lucky to be only 35 years old and sitting near the top of the proverbial "corporate ladder" for a major advertising company. Don't get me wrong, I've invested a lot of hard work to get here, but I would be lying if I didn't admit to getting a few lucky breaks along the way. Unfortunately, like most executives, the price I pay for such fortune is that I find myself working way too many hours and playing way too few.
I was working late one evening reviewing an ad campaign for a major client, when Kelly, the administrator for one of my department heads came strolling into my office.
Kelly is not your typical office administrator. With her short blond hair, ocean blue eyes and a smile that could light up the darkest night, to simply say she is "attractive" would be a gross understatement. A self proclaimed fitness freak that spends several days a week at the gym, Kelly possesses a well toned body that would not look a bit out of place on the cover of a Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. I wouldn't be at all surprised if the cliché, "drop dead gorgeous," was written with Kelly in mind.
It was about 8:00 pm when Kelly came waltzing into my office. I was a little surprised to see her working so late. Kelly is pretty much a nine to five person due to the fact that she also takes evening classes at the local university.
It was obvious that Kelly had gone home after work and was just returning to the office. The sexy black skirt that barely dropped below the perfect curve of her firm and shapely ass was a little more risqué than she would dare to wear to work. Kelly looked incredibly sexy, but not trashy. She seemed to know exactly where to draw that line.
Although that teasing black skirt was the first thing to catch my eye, Kelly's loose fitting satin blouse quickly redirected my attention. With the first several buttons left open, the pure white fabric plunged just deep enough to perfectly frame her well tanned cleavage.
Kelly was always the best dressed female in the office, but tonight she had really outdone herself.
"Hello Mr. Smith," Kelly beamed, as she excitedly walked through the door. "May I come in?"
"Certainly," I said, "But what is this 'Mr. Smith' thing?"
Everyone in the office called me Brian, and Kelly was no exception. If we had bumped into each other in the hallway, it would have been, "Hello Brian", never "Hello Mr. Smith". She must have said hello to me a hundred times in the past and it was always the same; "Hello Brian", or "Hey Brian."
Without saying another word, Kelly closed the door behind her and walked over to my desk. Damn this girl was sexy.
When Kelly reached my desk, she leaned over, put both hands on the edge of the desk and looked me straight in the eye. I knew I would be caught, but I couldn't resist the temptation to allow my eyes to drift a few inches southward to her cleavage that was now incredibly displayed before my eyes.
Kelly raised her right hand from the desk, put her index finger under my chin and raised my head forcing me to stare straight into those fiery eyes.
"Mr. Smith," she said, "Do you know what the strongest aphrodisiac in the world is?"
"Power," she said, "It's power; and you Mr. Smith, are a powerful man."
I have always had a standing rule when it comes to mixing work with pleasure at the office. It's a pretty simple rule; never, ever mix the two. In this day and age, executives get sued and fired for dabbling in the forbidden fruit with employees. I've never had too much trouble resisting the temptation in the past, but I've also have never had such an incredible temptress flaunting her desires after hours and behind closed doors.
There was no mistaking what Kelly had in mind. My own mind was racing frantically as I wrestled with the "Do I" or "Don't I" dilemma. To put it mildly, I was more than just a little flustered by her brazen proposition, and Kelly sensed it. After a few seconds of dead silence, she winked at me and grinned.
"What's the matter Mr. Smith, pussy cat got your tongue?"
By now the blood was quickly rushing to my groin and the inevitable erection was building in my boxers. My thinking was getting pretty clouded, but I somehow managed to keep my composure. I fumbled for the right words and my cracking voice immediately gave away my nervousness.
"Look Kelly," I stammered, "You are an incredibly sexy girl. If you didn't work for me, I'd be clearing this desk top faster than you can imagine. But the fact that you do work in my organization; I just can't."
"Not the answer I was hoping for," Kelly replied, "But I understand."
"I actually had my heart set on that soft leather chair you're sitting in instead of this hard desk," she teasingly added.
Kelly maintained that mesmerizing eye to eye contact for a few more seconds before finally braking away and releasing me from her lustful stare. Before she turned toward the door to leave, she steadied herself and hiked her right foot up on the edge of the desk. I'm not quite sure if the noise I heard was the sole of Kelly's high healed shoe hitting the top of my desk, or if it was my jaw hitting the floor.
That sexy black skirt climbed effortlessly up Kelly's elevated thigh leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. The view was unforgettable. The absence of panties made it impossible for Kelly to conceal her own state of excitement. The dampness glistening on the lips of her freshly waxed pussy was a dead give away.
Kelly once again placed her finger under my chin and lifted my gaze from her smoldering womanhood back to those captivating eyes.
"If you ever change your mind Mr. Smith, all you have to do is ask".
Damn, I thought to myself. Did I really just turn that down?
After Kelly left my office, I immediately packed up for the night. There was no need to stay and try to get more work done. I couldn't possibly concentrate on work after that encounter. Instead of sitting in my office half the night replaying that scene over and over again in my mind, I did what all men would do in that situation. I went home and jacked off.
I ran into Kelly at the coffee pot the following morning. It was a little awkward, but Kelly acted as if nothing had happened the night before. Like a hundred times before, she simply winked at me and in that sexy voice of hers said, "Hello Brian."
Everything was back to normal.
About three months later, I got an opportunity to transfer to Boston to help start up a new division for the company. It was with mixed emotions that I told my staff I would be leaving, but they understood this was a great opportunity for both me and the company.
