Stroke Andrew's... Ego

Katie took a deep breath to steal her nerves. In front of her was the door to her boss's hotel room and she couldn't help but feel like she was about to make a huge mistake. She was about to ring a bell that couldn't be unrung: she was about to try to make her boss orgasm... All in the name of being a good employee.

"Good girl."

Martin's voice echoed through her mind. A pleasant chill shivered through her body at his affirmation, just like it had when he initially said it. Why couldn't she eject it from her mind? Why did she keep circling back to it? And why didn't it bother her?

He had said it when he left her hotel room, when they had finally settled on the plan that she was about to enact. Almost flippantly, he said those two simple words and walked out her door. It had caught her off guard for multiple reasons, not the least of which was that it seemed wildly inappropriate. Who says that to a grown woman? It felt vaguely infantilizing, or something you'd say to a dog, not to an adult. A logical, rational, socially correct part of Katie wanted to be annoyed with Martin. She wanted to tell him off for being demeaning. She wanted to make sure he'd never say it again. Not to her, not to anyone...

But there was another part of her that actually enjoyed it. It was the part of her that was crazy aroused from her time planning and scheming with Martin. The part of her that wanted to put off her liaison with Andrew so she could have some more fun in the bed. It was a small part of her, like the flame of a candle in a large house, but when Martin had knocked the candle over and now the flame was unburdened. It sent thrills and chills shooting through her body and left her squirming for more. She wanted to hear it again. She wanted to be called a 'good girl' one more time. It was a similar feeling to how she felt when she knew she was being a good employee, but still distinctly different. There was no professionalism to it, no decorum; it was completely sexual.

And it excited her.

Which brought her to the third reason that it had caught her off guard, and the main reason why she was powerless to say anything to Martin while he walked out her door. She remembered saying it when she orgasmed. No. She yelled it. Screamed it. The memory, as recent as it had been, felt hidden and repressed until Martin said it.

Until he called her, 'Good girl' .

She shivered remembering it. The orgasm had completely rocked her body, and that had been the catalyst. Managing to shout out those two simple, sexy words ignited her whole system and flooded her engine with those sweet sweet endorphins. Where had it come from? The two words, which felt so foreign and demeaning, had generated in her mind and slipped from her mouth like a common expletive. Like a lucid case of deja vu, Katie was certain that she had never considered those words in partnership with each other when Martin said it to her, but there was no denying that she said it, yelled it, screamed it when she orgasmed.

Had Martin heard her? Was that how he knew she had been masturbating? Was that his little way of telling her that a hotel room was less private than she thought?

Katie shook her head and flattened her skirt with her hands. It didn't matter now. Martin knew that she had masturbated. He seemed to know that she liked being called, 'good girl'. But most importantly, he knew she was going to Andrew's room to help him find some release.

According to Martin, after Katie left to get changed, Andrew looked lost. He looked upset. He excused himself from Martin and Carmella and said he needed to get some work done, so he should be in his room for a while.

Katie was determined to fix her mistake. It wasn't fair to him that she was toying with his emotions like that. It wasn't fair to him that she left him high and dry after signing him up for such a sexually charged yoga class. Katie finished preening and picking at her corset and pleated skirt. There were a few creases in her outfit from her self-love session on her bed; she hadn't realized until after that her outfit shared the bed with her and her naked heels had dug into them, but she figured that there were bound to be a few more wrinkles when she was done with Andrew.

She raised her hand and knocked on Andrew's door. The wait seemed to take forever. Her heart threatened to drum out of her chest, butterflies spun hurricanes in her stomach, but Katie resolved to keep it cool. She put on a small, innocent smile and pulled her shoulders back to better display her assets. She wanted to look perfect when he saw her. The longer she waited, however, the more her anxiety and insecurities flared. What if Martin had been wrong? What if Andrew had already left? Would she be able to make it up to him some other way? Surely, the only way to fix her mistake would be in private, right?

Her racing mind was interrupted by sounds at the door, and before she could rejoice that he was still in his room, the door swung open and there he stood. He was wearing a charcoal suit with a white shirt and a baby blue tie that made his striking eyes pop even more. Katie swooned like a schoolgirl. While he had looked extremely awkward wearing gym clothes earlier, he always looked so strong, confident, and sexy in a suit.

"Katie!" he exclaimed. He looked surprised to see her, and though he started by looking at her face, it wasn’t long before his gaze began sweeping over her body.

“Hi, boss,” she said coyly. She stood in the hallway, gently turning her body back and forth while she waited for him to fully take in her appearance. It wasn't even the first time that day he had seen her in that outfit, but she evidently made an impression. A thrill of excitement and accomplishment coursed through her when he slightly bit his lip. The poor guy must be ready to burst, she thought.

When it was clear that he wasn't going to snap from his stupor anytime soon, Katie broke the silence. “Can I come in?” she asked.

“Y-yeah,” he stammered. His eyes finally broke from the curves of her body and looked at her face once again. She tried her best not to lose her cool or develop a big goofy smile under the heat of his gaze, instead opting to maintain a wide-eyed, innocent expression. He stepped back from the doorway and held the door open so she could enter. She walked past him with a bounce in her step, making sure not to turn around until she was well enough into the room. She wanted him to have ample opportunity to check out her butt. One thing she really appreciated about her pleated skirt was how it hung starchily over her rear, accentuating the curves of her figure. She walked over to the large couch at the far end of the room before turning around and taking a seat. When she saw that Andrew still hadn't closed the door because he was too busy watching her, she couldn't help but momentarily drop her act of innocence and bask in pride.

Andrew was quick to realize his jaw was on the floor and he cleared his throat before shutting the door. “I really enjoyed that class,” he said at last.

Katie's smile slightly shifted, leaving behind a jovial, sexy smirk. She leaned forward giving him an unhindered view of her chest. “Oh, did you?” she asked teasingly, as if to coax him into saying more. Martin's advice resonated in her mind, "Let him lead the conversation."

Andrew caught himself staring again, this time at her bust, and pulled himself out of his paralysis. He started nervously moving small things around the room, as if he needed to keep his hands and eyes busy to formulate words. He could hardly look at her. Katie delighted in their mutual ability to turn each other’s minds into mush. “I’ve never done yoga before, and I really enjoyed it," he stammered while picking up two errant pens.

Katie chuckled. “Well, yoga isn’t usually as hot and steamy as that, so don’t get too excited.”

“No, no, yeah, I know,” he stammered, “but it seems like you had a bit more experience with yoga than me.”

Katie reveled in how she had managed to strip away his confidence, leaving him acting like a nervous teenager. She caught his attention during one of his quick glances her way and patted her hand on the couch beside her. He set aside the pad of paper he was moving and made his way to the couch. "I think we should get you some gym clothes for the office so we can have yoga breaks every once in a while, don't you—"

Katie cut him off. "That's a great idea." She looked up at him from the couch. He was standing only a foot away, and he looked down at her with his dreamy blue eyes, clearly shocked and stupefied that she had so easily agreed with him.

"What?" she chuckled. "Wouldn't you want that?" Katie had a hard time suppressing her excitement. Her plan seemed to work out perfectly: he was offering to buy her workout clothes like it was his own idea, but she had to be careful not to betray her hand. Martin's words echoed through her mind, "Make this visit about him. Make it about what you can do for him." Right now was about Andrew and relieving his frustration. She patted beside her on the couch once more.

Andrew smiled his charming, radiant smile, and finally took a seat to the right of her on the couch. He maintained a friendly distance, but Katie quickly sidled next to him and closed the gap. She turned her torso to face him and looked deeply into his blue beauties. She needed to be sure not to lose herself in them, though, she still had to take care of the task at hand. Speaking of hands... she gingerly placed her left hand on his thigh. Her heart pounded in her chest as a mixture of excitement and anxiety flooded her body. She didn't want to move too fast, but it was hard not to. "He won't know why you're there," Martin had said, "So make it feel natural. Make small moves when it's quiet, and bigger ones if he's talking so he's too distracted to register it."

"I do!" said Andrew, "I think it would be a great way for us to unwind and, uh-"

Andrew's eyes darted away from their mutual gaze and down to Katie's hand which had begun climbing his thigh.

"Then let's do it," Katie whispered into his ear. She was probably moving faster than Martin had intended, but it was so exhilarating.

"Do- Uh, do what?" he stammered. Her hand was dangerously close to his burgeoning erection. Lazy circles and patterns were being drawn by her fingers as she slowly ascended his thigh.

Katie giggled softly. "Yoga. In the office." Her lips were inches from his ear, just like Martin instructed. Whispering in his ear would make it sensual and it would add intimacy without giving him any wrong ideas.

Andrew was visibly flustered, but he did nothing to stop her. He just watched as her hand danced along his leg.

"But no funny business," she continued to whisper in his ear. Her hand finally reached its target and her fingers slowly walked up the length of his erection, before letting her palm rest on it. "It has to be strictly professional. Just yoga and nothing else. You are my boss after all." Andrew groaned in response causing a surge of arousal to flood Katie's body. She felt her nipples harden and wanted badly to free them. She knew she had to stay focused, though. This was about relieving her boss of his frustration, not her own pleasure.

"Katie, what are you...?"

With her other hand, Katie guided his torso to lean back on the couch and she continued to whisper in his ear. "Don't you like this?" Through the fabric of his pants, Katie's left hand began slowly stroking up and down on his erection. "Should I stop?"

"No," he whispered back. His breathing became more ragged and he groaned in satisfaction. "Keep going."

"Yes, boss." Her hand continued its work, rubbing up and down on his shaft. She kept going, trying desperately to ignore the growing dampness between her legs. The only sounds in the room were the rhythmic swishing of her hand on top of his pants, Andrew's ragged breaths, and the occasional moan that escaped him. Her voice was so low that only Andrew could hear it, but it was apparently working as intended. His erection strained and swelled after each sentence. If 'sweet nothings' had a lustful cousin, that's what Katie would whisper into his ear.

"Just relax and let me take care of you."

"Do you like having your employee stroke you?"

"You're so hard, I bet it feels like you could just burst, doesn't it?"

Martin had told her to use dirty talk to distract him so he wouldn't ask too many questions. Martin told her he'd really enjoy it. Judging by Andrew's responses, his moans, his breathing, how he squirmed when she spoke, Martin was absolutely right. What Martin hadn't told her though, was how much she'd enjoy it too. She could feel herself getting really worked up, there was no doubt that she'd have to have another bout on her bed with her hand between her legs and her mind imagining Andrew.

It was so hot.

She watched Andrew's mouth as he groaned and wanted to meet his lips with hers. She wanted to kiss his neck and nibble at his earlobe. And when his left hand found her leg and began mimicking the dance she performed earlier, she desperately wanted him to continue.

She wanted his fingers to play with the skin of her inner thigh and leave goosebumps in their wake. She wanted to spread her legs so he could reach under her pleated skirt and find her thin damp thong. She needed him to pull it aside and continue the work that her own hand had finished earlier in her own room.

She felt her breath catch in her throat at the thought, but she knew better than to let her desires control her like that.

"Naughty boy," she whispered, "My legs are closed for business." Andrew groaned, not in frustration, but in continued satisfaction. He withdrew his hand and relaxed further into the couch. Katie felt proud of herself. She was taking care of her boss like a good employee, and she even managed to control her own impulses. She could keep going like this: taking care of her boss, being faithful to Jake, and still being fair to herself. Sure, she'd definitely have to spend some more time in her bed after this, but she could make this work.

She kept watching his mouth as he breathed shallowly. Her own breathing began to mirror his. She wasn't expecting to get so aroused, but it was evidently inevitable. His body squirmed in response to her touch and she began to fantasize again. She wondered how his abs flinched when her hand grazed his pubis. She wondered if his toes curled while she stroked him. She wondered if his body would react accordingly if she kissed him. There was something to be said for the exponential increase of passion from a well-timed kiss.

Katie knew she loved it herself, when someone kissed her while she was in the throes of pleasure. Whether it was the subtle oxygen deprivation or maybe a tiny flood of oxytocin, she didn't know, but there was a magic moment when her moans and heavy breathing were silenced with a passionate kiss and all of the sensations amplified. Everything felt better. The world would fall away and she'd be left with an overwhelmingly euphoric feeling and an orgasm was never far away.

Just a simple kiss. Mouth locked on mouth, with a little tongue. It always felt so good.

It did feel good. She felt her body press against his, her chest squishing against his left pectoral. She felt her arousal gush into her thin thong. Her hand continued its task. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. But her body had shifted. She was leaning heavily into him and her lips were planted firmly on his. Her tongue danced with his as she continued to stroke and she felt his body react. His body stiffened and his hips pressed into her hand. She felt him moan on her lips and a chill of arousal coursed through her. Her mind exploded as the kiss drove her wild. She felt his erection pulse under her hand. Pump. Pump. Pump.

Katie kept kissing him until well after his body relaxed. She wanted more. She wanted to keep going, but she could feel his passion wane. His kisses became less passionate and more... sensual. More loving.

Katie's heart sank.

What had she done?