She sighed as she surveyed the office; he really was the most unorganised man that she had ever met. She enjoyed her job. She just wished that her boss were more appreciative of her skills. He really had no idea what the difference between the in and out tray was. It was a miracle that he ever got to court, let alone won the odd case or two. She had been with him a long time now. She knew that any hopes of ever changing his working habits were a dream but still she persisted in trying. She would often wonder, as she went round the office clearing up his mess, if he were like this at home. Somehow she doubted it. Having met his wife a few times, she really didn’t seem the type to spend her life picking up his mess. More the type that would be busy having her hair coifed or her nails manicured. Maybe he just used the office as a place to relax and indulge the less organised side of his life. Still she was happy with her job. He had never been a demanding boss.

He was just an all round regular nice guy really. However, she had always suspected he had a deeper side to him. In all the time that she had worked for him it had not shown itself in any tangible light, but she was sure it was there. Her instincts weren’t often wrong about people.

She began to tidy the McDonalds cartons from the desk. He had obviously worked late again last night. She knew that he had a habit of working into the small wee hours of the morning when he had an important case coming up. At least that was what she had always assumed. As she cleared the papers from the desk, she began to read a document that she had never seen before. When she read further, the contents began to sink in.

What the hell?

She read more, the text pulling her in. Finishing the first page, she hastily tried to locate the second.

Where the hell is it? God, why can’t he learn to be more organised?

Shuffling the heap of papers quickly she realised that page one was the only piece that existed. Sinking back into the office chair, she began to realise that what she had read was a printed copy of a computer document.

I can’t. Can I?

Glancing around the room, her eyes fell on the computer on the huge desk spread before her. She knew that he wouldn’t be back from court for another 3 or 4 hours and decided that it was worth the risk.

She switched the PC on, clicked the mouse and began to hastily explore the contents of the hard drive. It wasn’t long before she found the document she was looking for. He had tried to hide it, but his PC was as almost as disorganised as his office.

Her eyes began to survey the document. She immediately recognised his methodical method of writing. The notes in the side margins, were a dead give away to anyone that knew him as well as she did.

She sat in the chair scrolling down the text, hardly daring to believe that he had written this. It was all they’re, contained in that one documents; his deepest darkest fantasies. The more she read, the more it tugged at her, the more of him she recognised. She became so absorbed in the text that she forgot the time.

She just couldn’t believe her quiet unassuming boss had written this. She knew it was true, but the more she read, the harder her brain found to register the fact. No wonder he stayed in the office for as long as he did. The text had an effect on her that she couldn’t believe. The words were creating the images in her head so clearly now. She began to transpose the script. The characters in the story no longer fictional, but oh so real.

She was jolted back to reality as the door opened. She nearly fell off the chair with shock. Her face blazing red as she realised that he had returned early. To close the file would have looked worse, so she just looked him straight in the eye and summoning all the bravado she could find she simply asked,

"Did you really write this?"

"Yes." The reply was clear and precise, but his face showed the acute embarrassment that he felt at that moment. It glowed scarlet.

She at a loss for words, as was he. Both embarrassed for different reasons. She for being caught reading the file. He because he’d actually written it in the first place.

He broke the silence first.

"So what did you think of it?"

She sat speechless. She had expected a barrage of questions as to what she thought she had been doing going through his PC. Instead, he had accepted the fact and moved on without question.

Perhaps he always wanted someone to read it? She thought.

"It was good, VERY good, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have 3;." Her voice trailed off as he put his hand up to stop her.

"It’s ok, really it’s ok. I shouldn’t have been so careless and for that I can’t blame you can I? I guess I’d have looked as well had I have been in your position."

The words were reassuring. She quickly moved from his chair, her eyes never leaving his. The text made her look at him a new light. He was not unattractive, in the first place, his frame not overly heavy. The silver grey flecks in his hair adding to his appeal, not detracting from it. His eyes, brown and earthy, holding so much back from the world.

"Coffee." She offered, not really knowing what else to say.

"That would be good, thanks." His smile disarmed her once more.

The day continued as though nothing extraordinary had happened, but both knew that things were somehow different between them now.

Her thoughts drifted towards the file that she had read, distracting her but also having a profound effect on her. She spent most of the day in a state of high arousal. Each time she thought of what she had read, each time she saw him, the thoughts returned.

Almost home time, she stepped once more into his office. Again, the thoughts flooded over her.

"I think we need to clear some things up, don’t you?" He said in a business like manner.

"Umm, yes I think so. I really am sorry."

"I know but as I said, it was my fault in the first place. In a way, I’m glad you read it. After all, it was written about you. You were the inspiration for the main character."

"I never realised that you umm 3;." Her tongue suddenly tied. This was beginning to feel like a story plot now rather than reality.

"Never realised what? Thought I’d never noticed you? How could I not have noticed you? The skirts, the stocking tops, I’ve noticed every detail about you since you first arrived all that time ago."

She thought back to the file, realising that his words were true. The character had been her to a tee; the organisation, the neatness, everything.

"It’s not the sort of thing you tell your PA though is it? So I put it into a fictional setting. All the dreams and desires of what I would do if things had been different." He sighed, the reflective wish all too apparent in his voice.

Her mind raced wildly as she thought about what he had just said.

He didn’t allow her to think too long. His eyes locked on hers and he moved forward. The kiss was half expected, but the passion it contained was a surprise. She responded with equal passion, all thoughts of the implications of either of their actions forgotten.

The need, desire for each other drove them forward to the next step; The urgency all too apparent in their actions. Hands reaching for each other, feeling each other’s bodies just as in the piece of fiction. Her blouse unbuttoned in an instant. His hand on her breasts exploring every detail. Her skirt hitched up around her waist. His trousers round his ankles. Her on the desk now, him pulling her panties to one side, slipping his hard member deep inside her.

Pushing, pulling, wanting, needing; every emotion rolled into one as they melted together in that one desperate action. So quickly had it happened. Neither stopping to think. Neither wanting to think, just do. Heavy breathing now, as he drove deeper into her. Pushing against her body. Each caught in the fevor of the moment, caring about nothing else.

Enraptured by their actions, they didn’t hear the knock on the door the first time. It came again, louder this time.

Panic replaced the ecstasy as they heard it. They looked at each other in confusion, frustration, and blind panic. Was the door locked?

The answer came as the door handle was tried. Anna dived under the desk at the sound. He quickly bent and pulled his trousers up. He sat in the chair and pushed the button allowing the door lock to be freed.

She sat shaking under the desk. Listening intently to the conversation. Her heart almost jumped into her mouth as she realised just who he was talking to.

God his wife never comes to the office!.

She wanted him still. Being this close to him was driving her wild now. She couldn’t believe that he sat chatting with his wife, while she was still under the desk; her blouse gaping open and her panties sodden with her juices. She looked up and realised that his zipper was still undone.

She remembered the story that he had written and began to fondle him through the thin material of his briefs. He was still hard. She could hear his voice becoming more laboured the harder she rubbed.

His chair moved until it was under the desk with his legs and waist hidden from the view of the room’s other occupant.

She withdrew his cock from its protective covering. Wet and erect. She began to tease it with her tongue, just as her character had done in his story. Slowly, she encompassed the tip, tasting both his juices and her own. Eagerly, she began to devour his cock. She became so involved in the actions that she was performing on his rigid tool that she didn’t hear his wife leave.

The door lock closing did register, but she continued, not wanting to stop, enjoying the thoughts and now the sounds that reached her ears. His soft moans music to her ears as she continued to caress his cock with her tongue. She knew that his release was near as she swallowed his hot member. Now feeling it begin to pulse and course inside the warm void of her mouth. He reached down and grabbed her just before the moment. Again he pulled her onto the desk. Again her skirt was hitched.

Now the need so urgent that any thought of stopping had long since dissipated from either of their thoughts. Her panties pushed to one side and then his member buried once more into the sodden chamber that readily received it. The passionate kisses, no time wasted. Him moving back and forth pushing into her. An arching of the back and the release. Her feeling his hot molten wax fill her with a velocity that she had never experienced before.

They melted into one as her orgasm hit her. The tightly coiled nerves of her body suddenly released in a frenzy of emotions, flooding over her. She slumped back onto the desk looking at him wondering just how they had gotten here in the first place.

His eyes again. Gently he leant forward and kissed her, the passion still there but muted by the actions that had just taken place. They dressed in silence, neither daring to say anything to the other. This suddenly struck Anna as strange when you considered what they had just shared. A smile crossing her face at the thought.

"What’s so funny?" He asked.

"Umm, just the whole situation. I can’t believe that we just did that. Not that I have any regrets." She added quickly.