The constant click-clacking from our keyboards broke the silence
in the office. The events that have passed has made me slightly
lose concentration in my work. I kept casting subtle glances out of
my room, looking at her, reassuring myself that she is still
around.
In my mind, I was formulating thoughts on how best to handle this
abrupt, sudden "closeness" to her. It is a fact I have not gotten
laid for a long time. I always have this uncanny jinx that prevents
me from having an orgasm with a woman.
This jinx have always been the contributing factor in many a joke
my buddies come up with. With me as the main lead, of course.
My work done, I took another look at her out of the corner of my
eye. Poor girl. I noticed the clock read 10.34pm. She's very
dedicated to her work, I thought.
I punched her extension number on my phone as I picked up the
handset.
"Hello, what time you going back?" I asked her.
"Sian lor. Still have some more. You done yet?"
"Me too." I lied, wanting to stay back a little more. Deep inside,
I was wondering if I could get lucky today. After all, in every
man, a part of him is always a dreamer. "You want a drink? I go to
the pantry and get for you."
"Water please. I'm so tired. Thanks hor."
I went back to her desk and sat on the table, passing her the
drink. As she gulped down water, I noticed her chest moving up and
down with every gulp. I couldn't see much as she was still wearing
her office jacket but well, it made me wonder a little on what lies
within.
Feeling a little frisky, maybe relieved with the work that I had
already completed. I told her I was good at massaging and if she
wanted to try it out. I lied obviously, I don't know much about it
but I knew I could be good with my hands. (good in many aspects she
probably didn't know about)
"Good good. Help me massage please." She giggled again. She sounds
so cute and cuddly when she giggles. It makes one want to tickle
her just to hear it again.
She swiveled around on her chair, back facing me. I got to work and
starting to hold her shoulders with both my hands and compress
them. LIke I said, I'm not a trained professional in the art of
massaging but half of me wanted to relieve her and the other half
just wanted to, you know, feel her body.
I must be doing it right. Alternating between her shoulders and the
back of her neck, pressing and squeezing. She looked relaxed and
leaned her head forward when I worked on the neck.
"You want to take off your jacket or not? No one around to see and
furthermore the air con shuts down from 6pm onwards." I said, as a
matter of factly.
She unbuttoned her beige jacket and I helped to take it off. She
was wearing a very nice tight white blouse under it. She does have
a very nice figure. I love women with small waists and this girl
definitely had one that made me want to hold.
She wasn't very busty but she's not flat either. I would say she's
very proportionately endowed. But what really turned me on was the
black brasierre. There it was, lace and all, under a
semi-translucent white top that didn't do a good job hiding it. I
was pressing my hands on her shoulder and I longed to feel the
strap of the bra without the soft material of the blouse in the
way.
"Feel better? Working OT is always like that. Hope you don't do it
often so you won't need to get used to it." Another lie for today.
I would definitely hope she OTs more. And guess who's going to stay
back too.
"Mmm. Very nice leh. You must have practiced this on a lot of other
girls is it?" Her hand moved to mine and I held it for a moment.
Does this mean the gun has fired and I should dash furiously
towards the finishing line?
I moved forward a little and now stood directly behind her. It was
unfortunate that she had all the buttons in the blouse in place or
I would have the good fortune to look down into her cleavage.
With the jacket out of the way, I plucked up courage and started to
move my hands lower. Started by massaging the sides of her
shoulders downwards towards her elbow. Her hand was still on mine
as I applied pressure around her back and upper arms. I
intentionally brushed the side of the breasts when I moved
downwards towards her elbow but there was no resistance at
all.
Looks are very deceiving. All this while I thought she was a
goody-two-shoes but it seems like she is a very modern and open
woman. I made a mental note to not come to any conclusion in
future, based on fashion sense, when it comes to women.
Out of a sudden, while I was still engrossed in my thoughts, she
moved my hand atop her soft breasts. Damn! What's happening!? My
actions came to a standstill, with one hand on her shoulder and the
other cupping her breasts. I was pleasantly shocked and I could
feel my heart shifting into overdrive. Here we were, a man and a
woman all alone in the office. Nothing should happen, but
everything was happening.
"Don't stop." She said softly and leaned her head back on the seat
looking lovingly at me. It seemed as though her eyes were begging
me to continue, to keep on massaging her beautiful breasts.
-final part coming up-
