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“I’m sorry sir, Ms. James was here just a
few minutes ago,” stated his assistant, Marie.
“Don’t worry about it. It looks
like she left her report here for me. I wasn’t expecting to be over an hour
late. Even I don’t expect people to wait for me this long,” said Rossi.
Veronica held her breath and
took a peek around the edge of the couch. She saw Rossi standing behind his
desk yanking off his tie and taking off his suit jacket, while Marie stood at
the doorway.
“Go ahead and call it a night. I’m going to
give this report a quick once over and head home myself.”
“Alright, I’ll see you in the
morning. Goodnight.” Marie said as she turned to leave.
Veronica watched Marie close
the door in growing horror. She could hear the woman packing up her desk and
leaving the outer office, and with it any chance of Veronica crawling out of
the room undetected.
There was no way for Veronica
to make a graceful appearance. What could she say?
“Oh. Hi there! I was just
checking for spider webs and dust bunnies?”
She inwardly groaned as she
ducked her head back behind the couch and hoped that Rossi would read through
her report quickly and leave. She could leave once he left she told herself
desperately. Staying crouched behind the couch she prayed that Rossi was as
tired as he sounded when he walked in and would leave quickly...
Victor leaned back in his CHAIR closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. It had been one hellishly
long day.
He stayed up later than he
wanted the night before to conduct a teleconference with some potential Russian
investors, and came in early that morning to deal with a construction crisis
involving a new South Beach development that was already behind schedule.
He was exhausted and glad that
the day was finally over, but glancing down at the file on his desk, he couldn’t
help but feel disappointed that he’d been unable to meet with Veronica that
afternoon.
Sniffing the air he could still smell her sent
in the room. Whenever she was around there was a faint hint of coconut, honey,
and just plain Veronica in the air. It was a heady combination that always had
him thinking of wet pussy and sweaty sex.
He didn’t know why he kept
torturing himself with their weekly meetings. He was semi-hard every time she
entered his office and rock hard by the time she left each week.
If it weren’t for the
importance of the application she was working on and the flashing hands off
signals she seemed to always display, he would have made a play for her weeks
ago. Unfortunately, Victor did not tread where he wasn’t wanted.
“What a shame,” he mumbled to
himself as he loosened the top few buttons of his shirt.
Veronica was smart, snarky,
funny and sexy as hell. She was the type of woman he usually avoided like the
plague—the type of woman he couldn’t be casual with. She was smart enough to
capture his attention and comfortable enough with herself and in her skills to
speak her mind and not pull any punches. She wouldn’t be demanding of his time
but she would know if he no longer wanted to give it.
Veronica was the type of woman
any man would want to keep happy but he usually wasn’t the type to be held down,
but she tempted him enough to want to give it a try. Suddenly having someone to
wake up to and be demanding of his time didn’t sound like such a death
sentence.
He relaxed further into his
chair, remembering their last meeting.
Veronica wore her usual boxy
slacks and a loose shirt and as usual Victor was torturing himself, trying to
imagine what kind of curves her clothing hid from him. It had become one of his
favorite games while he listened to her husky voice talk about code compilation
and server space.
He was at the point where he
was theorizing about the size of her nipples when she excitedly jumped up from
her chair and walked over to the large screen television he used as a monitor
on the opposite end of the room.
“The new dashboard is finally
up and running,” she said excitedly as she leaned forward and stuck a small
flash drive into the side port of the screen.
“I wanted you to see what it
would look like live and on screen and not just some print out on paper,” she
said.
In truth Victor couldn’t really
remember what images were flashed across the large screen. All he could
remember was the flash of lace covered breast he glimpsed when Veronica leaned
over to insert the flash drive. All he could see at that moment as Veronica
continued on about the usefulness of the new feature were her large, caramel
smooth breasts tipped with perfect chocolate colored nipples.
Thinking back now, Victor wasn’t
quite sure how he had gotten through that last meeting without grabbing
Veronica, and nuzzling his head between her perfect tits.
Groaning out load, Victor
reached down and rubbed his cock through his pants. He was a breast man through
and through and the glimpse he received that day had been haunting his
fantasies ever since.
He had gotten to the point of
where he was constantly fantasizing about Veronica walking into his office
wearing a pair of her sex personified heels and stripping for him. Slowly
revealing all of the luscious skin she kept so well hidden.
He fantasized about her leaning
over him and feeding him her breasts as she straddled him on his chair and rode
his cock until he exploded.
Groaning again Victor glanced
at his closed door and began unbuckling his pants. Taking his straining cock
into his hands he sighed as he stroked himself, thinking of all the things he
wanted to do to a naked and willing Veronica James.
Veronica huddled behind the
couch, worrying over Rossi’s response to her latest report. She heard him groan
several times and was worried that he may not like some of the upgrades she
made to the application.
She knew that they were ambitious
changes but they were also completely necessary for the application to be as
robust and flexible as Rossi requested.
She was nibbling on her lower
lip, debating on whether she should take another quick peek around the couch to
gauge his expression while he was reading her report, when she heard the
distinct sound of a zipper being lowered and a relieved sigh drifting through
the air.
Veronica’s breath caught at the
implications of the sound.
Is
he getting undressed, she asked herself as
her heart rate began to gallop in earnest. She smothered a soft moan of her own
as the thought of an undressed Rossi so close to her settled in her mind. Of course he’s not she lectured to
herself and shook her head to shake out of her lust induced haze.
Still she couldn’t resist
taking a peek.
Taking a quick breath she
leaned forward and looked over the corner of the couch. Her breath froze in her
chest and her eyes widened as she took in the site before her...
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