Chapter 6. Formal Introductions.
Cynthia’s hand was shaking as she pressed the button in the lift – so much so, that she first sent them to the second floor instead of the basement. The lift moved with painful slowness. They stood awkwardly, side by side, looking ahead – except that Danny was trying to look sideways to see if he could see her breasts, and Cynthia was doing the same, checking on his jeans. Was it her imagination, or was the bulge a little bigger than before? They suddenly caught each other in the act of peeping.
“Ah, Danny… Well… What a nice day… So sunny…!
“Er…yes, er…miss, I, er…”
“Cynthia, please, Danny. Well…how are you enjoying…being here?”
“Oh, yes, I really like it. It’s my first real job, see. A year ago I was still in school…”
“Really?” Shit, thought Cynthia, I really am a fuc-king baby-snatcher. Oh, god, what’s the matter with me…?”
It was a relief to get out of the lift and walk down the corridor to the stationery room. It was cool in the basement. Cynthia unlocked the door and went in. Danny followed. She turned on the lights – there were no windows - and closed the door behind her.
“So...it was A3, wasn’t it?” There were racks of paper and other supplies, and on the left a counter and a PC.
He was standing awkwardly with his back to the counter. He was a good six inches taller than her. His throat was visible inside his open collar. It looked flushed. “Yes… That’s a very pretty blouse….”
Cynthia turned bright red again. But he was so hot! She couldn’t help it. She unbuttoned her cardigan and slipped it off.
“Thank you. It’s nice to meet a guy who appreciates clothes.” Why hadn’t she put on some panties? She could feel her juices beginning to trickle down the inside of her left thigh.
“Is it silk?”
“Yes. Silk. She moved towards him. “Feel.”
He touched her arm, gingerly. She didn’t move. He left his hand there for a moment. She looked him straight in the eye. Then things happened very quickly. His hand slipped onto her left breast. She gasped, and pulled him to her. In an instant she was fumbling with his zip, and the next moment her hand was in his underpants and she had released his pen-is from its confinement. She held it gently and pressed herself against him, planting little kisses on his neck. Slowly she felt him swelling and hardening. He placed his hands on her shoulders and made a curious little noise, like a child sobbing.
She knew they might not have much time. In fact, there was no saying when someone might walk in. If the door could have been locked from the inside she would have locked it. But she had to take a chance. She dropped to her knees, gripped his erect member firmly around the base, and began licking the head. He leant back slightly, resting his buttocks against the counter, which he gripped with both hands. His little sobs soon turned to moans, and drops of clear fluid began to ooze from the tip of his pen-is onto Cynthia’s tongue. She gently pulled back the foreskin and pushed her mouth over the head. It tasted clean and sweet. It was slightly oval in cross-section, as if made to fit into a woman’s mouth. She used the tip of her tongue on the underside, making a tremor run through his body. Her thighs were wet, but she was at peace at last. Her only regret at that moment was that they had only a few minutes. She wanted hours, days.
He was becoming rather noisy. She drew back, only to say, “Shhh, Danny. You need to be as quiet as you can.” And then she closed her eyes and took him in her mouth again. Determined not to leave him frustrated, she began to rock back and forth, tonguing him vigorously. His juices flowed steadily into her mouth, and she swallowed them thirstily. Nevertheless when his climax came, she was not ready for it at all. She had sunk into a state of ecstatic stupor, like a baby when it drinks too much of its mother’s milk. She felt him tense, but before she could do anything, the first spurt, like warm cream, had filled her mouth. It was so unexpectedly copious, that she was unable to swallow it all, and half of it burst from her stretched lips and cascaded down her blouse. Danny let out a groan, Cynthia drew back her head, and then the second spurt hit her square on her right cheek. She half fell backwards, and before she could regain her feet another jet bespattered her hair. Even then she didn’t desert him. Though his orgasm had subsided, she returned and obligingly licked him clean, and then scooped the c-um from her cheek and suc-ked it off her finger.
She was still on her knees, and Danny was still standing there with his pen-is semi-erect, when they heard a sound outside the door. Frantically they tried to regain their decency and their poise. The door was opening. Cynthia grabbed her cardigan, pulled Danny behind her, pulled it wide open, smiled at the startled secretary who entered, and quickly ushered him out and back along the corridor.
“Do you think she saw?” asked Danny, nervously.
“She have to be blind if she didn’t,” said Cynthia, “quite apart from what you left for her on the floor.”
“Oh dear.”
“Don’t worry. I hope you think it was worth it.”
“It was amazing…. You are amazing.”
They stopped the lift between floors, and tidied themselves up as well as they could. They had a quick kiss and a cuddle, and exchanged phone numbers.
“We’ve got unfinished business, Danny,” smiled Cynthia. I’ll ring you tonight, okay?”
“Yes please.”
Danny got out on the first floor, giving her a little wave as he went. Cynthia wrapped herself in her cardigan, and, putting her head down, hoped no-one else would get in. She made it to the fourth alone, and trotted quickly back to her office. Jayne looked up, eyes dancing.
“Did you give it to him?”
“What?”
“The paper.”
“Oh, the paper. I forgot….”
“Cynthia? What have you been…. Did you know there’s sperm in your hair? And on your neck? Oh, my god! Your blouse…!”
“He’s lovely, Jayne.”
“You are so naughty! Now, sit down. I want to hear the whole story. Every detail, mind!”