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Lunch Break
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Lunch Break
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"I don't think anything is missing," she said. "Nor I. I think we're done. C'mon." They stopped in the main office. When Henry waved the completed bid, the staff gave cheers and "good luck"s. "We're on our way," said Peg. "Take a long lunch." "Better yet," Henry added, "we'll see you all tomorrow morning. We'll get started on the Abbersmith project then." "Betty," Peg added, "leave the phones on the night recording." After they were downstairs and in the taxi, he asked, "Did I go too far? I should have consulted you." "Not at all. Half of them will have hangovers tomorrow. Probably me too. I expect a full day's work but a full day's sitting around is a little much." After they'd delivered the bid and seen the time-stamp, they strolled back towards the office. Both were feeling too good to consider a cab, much less a bus. "Celebratory meal?" Peg asked. "Restaurant? It's a little chilly for a sidewalk cafe." "Would you consider another China-Road takeout? I have a bottle of champagne in my desk drawer." "My partner is a secret toper?" "An unopened bottle of champagne. Your partner is a secret planner." And plans that went a little further than lunch. "'Secret plans' sounds dirty. Man after my own heart." They picked up the take-outs, and returned to the office. He finished clearing off his desk, got the champagne out of the drawer, and fetched clean plates, cups, and serving spoons from the break room. While he was doing this, Peg cleared his desktop and laid out the boxes and the accouterments from the restaurant. He'd brought back packets of soy sauce, although they'd received more than enough this time. "Better safe than sorry?" she asked. "If architectural engineering doesn't pay, I'm going into the wholesale soy-sauce business." Each loaded a plate, Peg heavy on the shrimp egg foo young and light on the barbecued pork fried rice, Henry taking the opposite weighting. "Good, though," he said after he'd swallowed a chop-stick load of the egg foo young. He opened the champagne. "You?" "Doesn't quite go with soy sauce." "Taste! The girl's got it. Along with class. Now, her partner's a total barbarian." "I've been known to say that all your taste is in your mouth, but not the way you're eating." "Why thank you. I knew you'd come to appreciate my better qualities sometime." She smiled. He knew what she'd meant, and she wasn't going to let him bait her by purposeful misinterpretation. Besides, he did have his good points, professionally and personally. He watched her light smile produce her dimple. It had taken him a long while to see past her beauty to notice her intelligence. Right now, with Abbersmith put off 'til Wednesday, he was quite willing to concentrate on her looks. When the meal was finished, Peg did take some champagne. She leaned back in the client chair while Henry took the garbage and serving spoons back to the break room. There was a half-empty box of plain rice that he left in the refrigerator there. When he got back, She was sitting in the middle of the couch with the bottle and two cups resting on the coffee table in front of her. The couch had been her idea in the first place. "An executive," she'd said, "needs a place to network as well as a place to work." Still, the desk and drafting table were next to the windows. He spent much more time working than networking. He sat down tp her right and looked at the cups. "Which is mine?" She passed him the one farthest from him. "To us!" he said. She clicked cups with him and echoed him. There didn't seem much more to say. They sat drinking silently beside each other for a while. When she bent forward to refill her glass, he slid his arm across theat he called her, and she couldn't remember Henry being cautious about anything. This was, after all, the guy who hid contraceptives in his office. She dropped their hands into her lap and relaxed back in the couch. Instead of deciding how far she'd let this go, she'd watch how far he'd take it. Henry had the back of his hand on her thigh. The contact was tantalizing. He resisted the temptation to turn his hand over and stroke her. Instead he raised his hand to caress her cheek. Slowly, with the slightest of pressure, he turned her face toward his. The kiss was gentle, and the sexier for that. When he licked her lips, she opened them. The touch of their tongues thrilled him. The touch of their tongues thrilled her. She reached up, held his shoulder, and pulled him deeper into the kiss. After a moment, she stroked her hand down his coat to the shirt -- and then up under the coat. The warmth of his skin was comforting. She was stroking him through his shirt. If he reciprocated, it would be sexual harassment -- maybe sexual assault. Even if Peg was too level-headed to do play that game, it would break up their partnership. And, what was worse, take her out of his life. He appreciated her as a partner, but he appreciated her more as a woman. He tasted her tongue again. It was as great a delight the second time, and he licked the underside of her tongue. Somehow, it was sweet. When he withdrew his tongue and became aware of the rest of the world, his hand was stroking her breast. He stopped its motion, but left it holding the soft fullness. She'd wondered how far he'd take it, and he'd taken a delightful route. The kisses had thrilled her. His and on her breast excited her, even through blouse and bra. And she certainly couldn't blame him for those. She stroked his shirt for a minute, but his hand remained still. She pushed his jacket off his shoulder. If she wanted his jacket off, he was agreeable. Indeed, he was so hot for her he was sweating. He freed his left arm and leaned forward. He tossed his jacket to the end of the couch. When he turned back to her and resumed his kisses, she started unbuttoning his shirt. He unknotted his tie before turning his attention to her blouse. He undid one of her buttons and paused with his hands on the second. "Peg?" "Hmm?" He pushed the next button through the buttonhole. When she went back to working on his shirt, he continued. If she was willing, he was willing. Hell! He was eager. When each of them had reached the belt line, he moved back. He pulled off his shirt, pulled the T-shirt over his head, and threw both of hem off the edge of the sofa. When he turned back to Peg, she had her blouse on the coffee table. She had already transgressed discretion. The second kiss, maybe the first, had gone beyond discretion. The only question remaining was "Where did desire lead?" And, right now, she desired more of the kisses, more of the caresses, more of Henry. "Come here," he said. He kissed a line up from her shoulder to her neck. He went on to her ear before leaning back. "Come off the back of the couch." When she did so, he reached back to the bra snap. He kissed her neck again, kissed a trail down her chest as he opened the bra. When he reached the top on the near cup, he brushed it aside. He continued down her breast to the nipple. It tasted delicious. "Oh, Henry," she said. The kiss was thrilling. She rested her hand on the back of his head, encouraging him if not directing him. This was a different Henry, whetting her passions rather than ogling her body. "Peg, dearest." He pulled away from that sweet -- and, now, stiff -- nipple. He drew her bra totally off, then handed it to her rather than put it in the wrong place. Then he buried his face between her breasts. He kissed the hardness while enjoying the softness against both cheeks. Then he kissed a path up the firm softness of her far breast towards the nipple. When he reached it, he tempted himself and teased her by licking it. Then he indulged himself by sucking it avidly. She was transported. The kisses were fizzing in her head as the champagne had not. She held the back of his head while he sucked her breast. When he drew back, she found her bra in her hand. She threw it on top of her blouse on the coffee table. Holding her left shoulder with his left hand, he kissed her mouth again. This meeting of their tongues was still thrilling. Then he leaned back. Looking her in the eye, he stroked up her calf and under her skirt. She realized that he was giving her a chance to refuse. What she could refuse was less clear, but she wasn't in a mood to refuse him anything. She pulled his head back to her breast. The nipple responded to his lips by stiffening immediately. Her thigh felt warm and smooth through her pantyhose. He alternated fingertip caresses down her thigh to the knee with strokes of the back of his fingernails from just above the knee until his knuckles brushed her mons. Midway in either stroke, he'd change between sucking her nipple and licking it. He was at the gates of paradise, but the gates were locked. He might be in the mood for tearing her pantyhose to shreds, but he wasn't in the mood for her almost-certain response to that. He brought his left hand to the waist of her skirt and felt along it. "No," Peg said. "I'll do it." He brought both hands to her breasts while she undid the snaps on her skirt. She rose a little to remove both skirt and half-slip. Making a sudden decision, she pulled the pantyhose down while holding the panties up. "All right," Henry said. He took hold of the elastic of the pantyhose and worked it down her lovely legs. She used her hands to keep the panties up, and he respected that decision. When the clothes were all piled together on the coffee table, however, he shoved that table away from the couch. Kneeling on the floor, he helped her lie down. Then his right hand went back to stroking her thighs while his mouth returned to her breast. He stroked over her mound and her belly on the way to her far breast. He held that and tweaked the nipple with thumb and forefinger while he licked and sucked the nipple of her near breast. Peg floated on a sea of sensation. When his hand stroked between her thighs again, he continued until one finger tickled her labia. She parted her legs further to encourage him. "Oh, Peg," Henry said when he could feel her moisture. He kissed her lips while inserting one finger between her labia. He stroked her moisture upward until he touched her nubbin. Then, he returned to sucking her nipple. She stopped feeling individual touches, however pleasant. Instead, she felt herself soaring higher and higher -- barely sensing the connection to his finger or longue. Then, she soared into a bust of sunlight. She felt herself shatter before plummeting back to earth. When she landed, though, it was on the couch with Henry's hand on her mound and his anxious face inches from hers. "Peg, lovely Peg," he crooned. He had seen and felt the muscular spasms cross her belly. He had watched the look on her face turn inward, grimace, and then relax. He had heard her moan. Everything had been her actions, but he was prouder of this performance than he was of the bid they'd just turned in. She felt wonderful. She adored Henry. But this was the time for discretion again. She was not protected. If Henry wanted more, he'd have to take the precautions. "Isn't this the time to dig into that box of rubber bands?" she asked. Was nothing secret? How did Peg know about the box? On the other hand, she wasn't suggesting a condom because she was thinking of another kiss. He rose, bent over, and picked her up. He headed towards his desk. "The light!" she said. Anybody from the offices across the street could see them brightly illuminated even though it was daytime. He carried her towards the wall switches. "You," he said. Obediently, she flicked them all off. His desk was clear, not even the phone or blotter. He sat her on the edge and gently pushed her back. She leaned back when Henry pressed her shoulder. Her butt rested on one edge of his desk and her head on the other. None of the windows she could see across the way had anyone looking their way. For that matter, she couldn't see inside; probably they couldn't either. He kissed the breast he had been neglecting. More of his attention, however, was on opening the side drawer and grabbing the box of rubber bands. He spilled it beside Peg's shoulder and grabbed one of the condoms which had been on the bottom. Grasping it in his hand, he kissed down her torso until he reached her panties. He paused to squat down and raise her legs to his shoulders. >She felt Henry's shoulders under her knees and her legs down his back. Then she felt him lift her until her butt was entirely off the desk. She grabbed the edge of the desk in a sudden fear of being dumped off onto her head. She needn't have worried, however. When he'd pulled her panties down a little, he lowered her back to the desk. Now, only her skin touched the surface. When Peg's weight was back on the desk, he stepped from between her legs. He knelt before her and drew the panties down and off. The sight of her bare mound drew his lips. Then, he kissed a path up one thigh towards her labia. He pressed her legs apart before using his left hand to part her labia. The pinkness attracted his tongue. The taste called for a second one. She was beginning to soar again. She bent her head to squint at Henry, but his attention was on quite another part of her. That was all right; indeed, that was fine. The attention he was paying to that part made her feel delightful. She relaxed back and looked up through the window. Clouds were drifting across the sky, and several pigeons flapped about. Meanwhile, Henry's tongue on her labia thrilled her. And, when it passed over her center, she burned. He kept getting lost in Peg's taste and her response. She was a delight, but his cock wanted out of its confinement and into her confines. He struggled his belt loose and his trousers down to his knees. Getting his boxer shorts down was a delicate task because of his erection. Which brought his attention away from Peg's taste and aroma. That was delightful, and the tensing of her belly under his forehead as he gently sucked her clit was the most erotic sensation he'd ever experienced. But that had drawn his attention from the problem of getting the condom on without looking. He got the package torn open and his tip covered. As he rolled it down, he felt the outer ridges. This was one of the Rough Riders! Well, it was too late to get another. If he didn't get in her soon, he would explode. He licked and sucked her clit in farewell, and then grabbed the rim of the desk to help himself up. Before he could move, Peg clamped her legs around his ears. She drummed her heels on his back as she convulsed under his mouth. She was so close, so gloriously close. And then, as she felt Henry suck her clitoris again, she went over. She soared. The sky was no longer something seen dimly through the window; she was up there in the clouds, flying with the birds. And, as she plunged back, she felt Henry rising between her legs. He spoke. "Peg." He waited poised at her entrance for her eyes to focus on his face. When they did, he drove into her. His legs were already bent, and he dropped down on the desk with his arms to either side of her. Feeling her warmth clasp his length, he resisted moving in and out while his hands shifted to clasp her delightful breasts. At his call, she looked at him. Henry was towering over her from between her legs. While she watched his face, his cock pierced her. She felt a burning sensation, but it was a marvelous burning. And his face! Did he really feel like that about her? He dropped down to cover her and hold her breasts. When he began stroking with her, the burning sensation became a fire within her. Looking at him was too much effort. She dropped her head back to see the sky once more as she began to soar into it. Merely being in her had been a delight. Moving in her was glory. He wanted to move slowly to prolong his appreciation of that glory. But, his lust was driving him, and every sensation along the length of his cock accelerated his movements. Within minutes, his hips were driving him in and out as hard and as fast as he could move in this position. One corner of his mind worried momentarily that he was hurting Peg; but her heels drummed on the back of his legs, and her nails were scratching his back. Somewhere, in a tunnel behind his brain, a locomotive was rushing towards him. She was afire, soaring in the sky towards the clouds. In the distance, she saw a hawk dive at a pigeon. When its talons caught the wings of its prey, she felt them pierce her abdomen. The pigeon fluttered away, but she was caught, pierced, afire. She grabbed Henry and bucked up towards him. Not very effectively, but he drove into her. He was pulsing within her pulsations as he pushed against her time and again. She was afire, and then she was pure flame. He was gritting his teeth to prolong this. When he felt Peg squeeze his cock, he lost all control. The locomotive ran him down. He rammed even more deeply into her and poured himself out. He felt himself pump into her welcoming, fluttering, warmth. Then he felt nothing. When she was fully back, Henry was lying in her arms. Rather, his torso was. The legs were somewhere else, and the rest of him was slipping away towards them. He slid out of her; his face slid between her breasts. She really should do something, or -- at least -- warn him. "Henry!" He heard it form somewhere far away, but it was enough to rouse him. He struggled to get his feet positioned, and pressed the desk to raise himself off Peg's sweet body. "Sorry. Was I crushing you." "Not for very long you weren't going to. You were about to fall on the floor." "That was an experience. I've never felt like that. Never." "It was something of an out-of-body experience for me, too." They looked at each other for a minute, then she struggled up. "I'd better get dressed." "More appropriate for the office, if not so attractive. I might get dressed again, too. That has both advantages." He removed the condom and threw it in the wastepaper basket. "You're going to empty that somewhere else, aren't you?" She'd meant to say that she though he looked good, but this was much more important. "Sure, the hall men's room. The janitors don't look, and they wouldn't know where it came from if they did." That led to another thought. As he tossed the packets into the box and the rubber bands on top of them, he asked: "How'd you know about this?" "Betty neatens your desk, sometimes. Somebody has to. One of the draftsmen ran out of rubber bands when he wanted to save a drawing. She'd seen the box in your desk. Something was wrong with the first rubber band she got, and she poured them all out to get a good one." "They're all stuck to each other. I got the box from school when they were throwing it out. It's just a stash. Some stash! Does everybody know?" "The girls. I don't think Betty told the men, but the story's too good." "Yeah. If one of the girls has a boyfriend in the firm, he knows. And if he knows. . . . I should keep them at home." "You really should, although. . . ." "Yeah. I didn't expect this. Dreamed of it, maybe. Didn't even dream of its happening here. All I expected was a celebratory drink and -- maybe -- a celebratory kiss. I had no idea you'd allow. . . . " "Well, I had no idea, either." She took her clothes into her own office. She'd have to decide where she wanted this lead. They couldn't ignore it. |
The end Lunch Break Uther Pendragon nogardnePrethU@gmail.com 2010/02/18 For another work related story:, "Northern Sunset" The directory to all my stories can be found at: Index to Uther Pendragon's Website |