Ask Janice out

In the elevator on the way up to our floor, I finally broached the subject that had been on my mind all afternoon. “Janice, would you like to go out with me some time?”

“I’d love that,” she agreed immediately. Obviously the subject had been on her mind as well.

“How about dinner this Friday?” I suggested.

“That sounds perfect,” she agreed. “Could I make a suggestion?”

“Of course.”

“Let’s go back to Carlito’s,” she proposed. “I saw some things on the dinner menu that I’d just love to try.”

“I was actually thinking that myself during lunch,” I told her with a smile. “It sounds like a perfect idea to me.”

By then we’d arrived on our floor, and a few of our coworkers commented on the fact that we’d taken such a long lunch, with knowing smirks.

“We stopped so I could do a little shopping,” Janice announced, deflecting their assumptions (however true). She lifted her skirt, and showed off her crotchless panties to the gathered people in the office, receiving a respectable chorus of admiring “oohs” and “ahhs,” some of them compliments for the panties, and some for her lovely pussy and ass.

“Ooh, a new wax job?” asked one of the floor’s secretaries, Denise. She bent down and gave Janice’s newly-bald pussy a light rub to test the feel.

“Yep,” Janice said proudly.

“I shave mine,” Denise said, “but I’ve been thinking about waxing.” The girls chatted about the merits of one versus the other for a moment, then Janice was able to slip away, and we both went back to my office.

“I’m all wet after the lingerie shop, then showing off, then Denise petting my pussy,” Janice told me once we were alone. “Are you up for another fuck?”

“I’m not sure,” I admitted. “I want to, but I’ve rarely gotten off this many times in one afternoon, since I left college.”

Janice got my dick out and sucked it for a minute or two, managing to get me hard enough to get started, so she turned around, pulled her skirt up, and took advantage of her crotchless panties to settle onto my lap reverse-cowgirl-style without even taking off any clothes. My office had a front wall made of windows that looked out on the main floor, so it made for a nice, discreet, decorous way for the two of us to fuck in the office without seeming too unprofessional.

While Janice was swaying her hips in my lap, riding my cock, the VP of sales came by my office. “Oh, hello, Janice,” she greeted the other woman. “I didn’t know you and James were seeing each other. Or is this a business meeting?”

“No, it’s personal, Alice,” Janice confirmed. “We only just got involved this afternoon.”

“Well, congratulations,” Alice told us. “I never said anything, but personally I’ve thought for a while that you two would make a great couple.”

“Thank you!” Janice said, her voice a little unsteady as she began to get closer to a climax.

“Well, I won’t keep you while you’re busy,” Alice said with a tolerant smile. “I’ll swing by later, James. We have a few figures to go over.”

“No problem, Mrs. Grant,” I said. “Sorry for making you wait.”

“No, it’s no trouble,” she assured me. “You can make it up to me next weekend. You are coming by our place for the party, aren’t you?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” I assured her.

“Okay, great. You can fuck me with that nice cock of yours sometime while you’re over, and let Mr. Grant watch. He and I love that. How about it?” she asked.

“Sounds like fun, Mrs. Grant,” I told her with a grin.

Alice left my office with a wave, and Janice came only a minute or so later. She sighed with pleasure and relaxed in my lap for a minute, then resumed her hip-swaying.

A couple of minutes later, my phone rang. “Yes?” I answered, while Janice’s pussy squelched noisily on my cock in the background.

“Is Janice Rourke there?” a voice replied.

“It’s for you,” I told Janice, handing her the phone.

A minute later, Janice ended the call and apologized to me: she had to leave to attend an important meeting. She stood up, her pussy popping off my rigid prick wetly.

“I’m so sorry to leave you hard up, James,” Janice told me, wringing her hands. “Normally I’d never leave a man with a hard dick….”

“Don’t worry about it,” I assured her. “I’ll call in my secretary to finish me off.”

“Are you sure?” Janice asked. “I hate to be rude like this.”

“No, it’s perfectly all right,” I said. “Go ahead to your meeting.”

Janice thanked me for understanding and hurried away. After she’d left, I picked up the phone and called my secretary in. “Hi, Sara,” I greeted her when she entered.

Sara saw the issue right away, with me sitting there at my desk with my cock out of my pants, rock solid and still wet. She gave me a sympathetic smile and hurried over. “She had to run, huh? Need a blowjob to finish up?”

“Would you mind if I fucked you, instead?” I asked my secretary. “I’ve got my heart set on cumming in a pussy, after that ride she was giving me.”

“No, of course not,” Sara said, and bent over my desk, pulling her skirt up and her panties down. “Go right ahead, Mr. Sawyer.”

I was surprised to see that Sara’s cunt was already wet. “I didn’t take you away from anybody, did I?” I asked Sara, although I wasn’t worried enough about whomever I was putting out to hesitate before sliding my cock into her.

“Oh, no, sir,” she assured me. “I, um … well, I’m sorry sir. I know I should be working, and I should take care of it on my break time, but … I like to keep my vibrator in, under my desk, when I’m not too busy.”

“Oh, that’s fine, Sara,” I said, waving a hand and snorting. “I’m not a tyrant. I don’t care what it says in the employee handbook. As long as you’re not slacking off your work, you can keep a toy in. That’s fine.”

“Thank you … ungh … sir!” she said, panting as my thrusts got harder.

No doubt due to her own playing in advance, Sara actually came before I could, but it was the sensation of her orgasm tightening and spasming in the muscles of her vagina that drove me over the edge, and finally allowed me to unload my last spurt of cum into my secretary’s pussy.

After I’d finished, I let Sara go back to her desk while I settled down to get some work done. I had a hard time concentrating, however, because I was already looking forward to Friday night. I wondered: would Janice be wearing her new crotchless panties to dinner?