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"Sooooooooo, Diana!",...... You hold your breath, count to ten, and slowly exhale...It's all you can do to keep listening to him...
While you take your deep breath, sit back in your office chair, and sigh deeply, you let your mind wander as you try and tune out the voice on the other end of the phone.... The exhausting task of talking to your boss, or more accurately, being talked 'AT', by your boss, is now a daily challenge.
You've told me on a number of occasions of calls with rambling monologues dripping with condescension, that simply leave you frustrated at not being able to get a word in edgewise.
Mr. Beecham is a boss with a particularly testy character whom appears to be set to permanent 'send', but not so good at 'receive'. And to make matters worse, he's a middle aged letch. A seriously creepy guy, with little respect for personal space boundaries.
Which is precisely why you're now so relieved to be now working from home.
It's a small office area set aside in the spare room; and while it certainly has it's limitations, at least you're physically away from him. But you still have to endure the excruciating daily calls...... One advantage of course, is the fact that you can work while sat in just your Tshirt and panties. But while you enjoy the feeling of cool leather on your bare thighs from the deep swiveling office chair, doing so while talking to this man, seriously makes your skin crawl.
I see you there sitting back in your office chair, head back with your beautiful hair cascading over your shoulders, one hand clutching the phone to your ear and the other palm on your forehead, stiff-lipped with and excruciated expression on you face as you listen to the torturing drone drone go on and on......
So I quietly walk into the office area, and, without really looking at me, you acknowledge my presence with a brief exasperated smile. I step quietly behind you, and gently begin to massage the tension from your shoulders.....
"Yes sir....Certainly.......Uh-hgh......Yes.........By Wednesday...." You roll your eyes.....
You desperately try to tell the guy what a total mess he's made of everything, and this whole mess is likely to get him fired.....but he simply doesn't let up for one moment...you shake your head...you really don't need this....the tension is building in your shoulders....you can feel it. You sigh again, deeply.
You are so engrossed with having to deal with this man, and I can immediately uşak escort (http://www.escortkizrehberi.com/ilan-kategori/usak-escort/) see that your tense. You bite your bottom lip, and smile, as when you glance back at me, you notice that I'm wearing just a towel around my waist....my body still glistening with damp from just stepping out from the hot shower..
The voice on the other end of the phone keeps mumbling. Eventually you just give up trying to talk to the guy, as he goes on, and on, and on, and on.....you close your eyes, place your free hand back on your forehead...and sit back in the chair....
My fingers gently massage the knots in your muscles; my thumbs in the nape of your neck, slowly rubbing the tension away.... you close your eyes.....start to relax.....the voice one the phone becoming more distant....
I rub your shoulders, lean forward, and kiss the side of your face.....you feel my breath.....I kiss down to your neck...my arms enveloping you.....your head comes back.....my hands move down over your chest...lingering over your firm breasts.........down to your tummy.....then caressing your bare thighs....
You make a playful, half-hearted attempt to shoo me away....and I see you hold the phone away as you silently mouth 'STOPITT!!!' through your smile...
The voice still goes on, but your not really listening any more....
Still kissing your neck, my fingers linger around your waist, caressing the top of your panties.....then they find the bottom of your t shirt.....and very slowly raise it up.....exposing your tummy....you take a deep breath and arch your back....I raise it higher.....exposing your breasts......you raise your arms....I hear the voice on the phone, still in your hand, as I ease the t shirt over your head and lift it free......
I let the t shirt fall to the floor......still sat in your chair, waring only your cotton panties, the phone still at your ear and Mr. Beecham still on the other end, and relentlessly prattling on.....my arms enveloping you from behind....still kissing your neck and bare shoulders.....my hands gently caressing your body........cupping your breasts.....gently squeezing your hardening nipples.......you moan....
You are then aware of me taking your arms, and slowly guiding you up on your feet. You stand....but don't turn around......you hear the office chair get pushed aside...... you feel my warmth as I press up behind you......you feel my hardness against your back through the thick, damp towel........Your uşak escort bayan (http://www.escortkizrehberi.com/ilan-kategori/usak-escort/) buried in my muscular arms....you rest your head back against my chest as I continue to kiss and caress your body......my hands gently running over you....seemingly everywhere at once......they slowly work back down to your tummy........down to the waist band of your panties.......down....gently caressing you.....just.........
.......there......
Then, with one swift but gentle motion, still in my arms, I ease your forward...Gently guiding you from behind, you take slow and tiny silent steps.....until your thighs softly press against the cool and firm edge of the desk......I'm kissing my way down your back, between your shoulder blades......my hands still resting over your panties......cupping you there....I feel the dampness seeping through the thin cotton......
You spasm........and gasp.....You half-hardheartedly flail one hand around behind you........Is it to grab me? Or maybe an extremely weak attempt to push me away? Either way it's a very unsuccessful attempt, as your head is still back and your softly moaning....You only manage to grasp a fistful of damp towel.....and make no attempt to move aside as you only succeed in pulling it loose from around my waist.....you pause a moment, then let out a soft breath as let it slip through your fingers.......it falls to the floor...... I'm now totally naked as I press up behind you.....You can now feel my hot breath on the side of your neck, and my harness pressing against you back.....
I take the phone from you, and place it on the edge of the desk, (the monotone voice still bumbling on)...then sweep aside the keyboard leaving the space free......holding you around your waist, I slowly bend you forward over the hard edge.....first your tummy, then your breasts.....then the side of you face, feel the cool, smooth, and unyielding surface.
I kiss my way down your spine.....and feel you shudder......down to the small of your back......you gasp again......my hands caressing your sides.....working down to your hips.........touching the waist band of your panties again............I hook the elastic between my thumb and fore fingers.........and very slowly.....inch by inch.........I slide them down..........over your bottom.........down to your thighs.......they bunch up a little.....but once down to your knees........they then softly tumble to your ankles.......I see escort uşak (http://www.escortkizrehberi.com/ilan-kategori/usak-escort/) the dark damp patch in the centre........
I run my hands up your back........your bottom presses out against me.....you feel both vulnerable yet also exhilarated at the same time.......your hands reach out ahead of you....grasping the far edge........
You feel my hardness pressing against your entrance.....I try to maintain control.....but your body captivates me, and I can no longer resist.......you smile back at me.....and then.........In one slow, deliberate motion, slide myself deeply into you......you close your eyes and arch your back.....and moan loudly as I thrust.......your hot wetness encloses around me..........
Your knuckles turn white as you grip the far edge of the desk.......I pull back...and thrust again........and slowly....but surely......the firm and gentle rhythm builds as I pull back, and thrust again, and again, and again....the passion and heat building with each consecutive drive into you......until, finally, now totally unable to control yourself, with each deep motion you push yourself back upon me......
You cry out a whimper of pleasure....that quickly rises as becomes a scream of ecstatic passion... your face a contortion of exquisite and beautiful agony as the tempo rises.....you feel me riding inside you.....until you reach a climaxing crescendo.....you fling your head back....on tip toes.....mouth wide open.....eyes closed tightly shut.... and you let out a final piecing scream as the orgasm finally explodes within you....
You feel my heat as I collapse over your back, my breathless gasps on your neck, as the cool soothing desk presses against your tummy and breasts......
You release your grasp on the far edge.....our gasping breaths in perfect synchronization.....
We lie like this for some time....slowly regaining our our composure.....I'm still still inside you....
We finally slide apart.....you turn and face me......your coy grin as you bite your bottom lip...your face flushed.......you take me by the hand, and then, leaving your clothes and my towel on the floor, you slowly lead me to the bedroom.....we flop down onto the bed and lie together in each others arms, sharing the heat of our flushed afterglow..... and gently caresses each others intertwined bodies....you look into my eyes....and smile......my fingers running slowly through your damp hair......we kiss....
....And then.......
....we start all over again......
There's a faint and distant voice somewhere......an afterthought......we can't quite hear it.....like a whisper in the breeze......as we're so lost in each other...
.......It's your phone....
"........Diana?.....DIANA!!???.....you still there????".......
While you take your deep breath, sit back in your office chair, and sigh deeply, you let your mind wander as you try and tune out the voice on the other end of the phone.... The exhausting task of talking to your boss, or more accurately, being talked 'AT', by your boss, is now a daily challenge.
You've told me on a number of occasions of calls with rambling monologues dripping with condescension, that simply leave you frustrated at not being able to get a word in edgewise.
Mr. Beecham is a boss with a particularly testy character whom appears to be set to permanent 'send', but not so good at 'receive'. And to make matters worse, he's a middle aged letch. A seriously creepy guy, with little respect for personal space boundaries.
Which is precisely why you're now so relieved to be now working from home.
It's a small office area set aside in the spare room; and while it certainly has it's limitations, at least you're physically away from him. But you still have to endure the excruciating daily calls...... One advantage of course, is the fact that you can work while sat in just your Tshirt and panties. But while you enjoy the feeling of cool leather on your bare thighs from the deep swiveling office chair, doing so while talking to this man, seriously makes your skin crawl.
I see you there sitting back in your office chair, head back with your beautiful hair cascading over your shoulders, one hand clutching the phone to your ear and the other palm on your forehead, stiff-lipped with and excruciated expression on you face as you listen to the torturing drone drone go on and on......
So I quietly walk into the office area, and, without really looking at me, you acknowledge my presence with a brief exasperated smile. I step quietly behind you, and gently begin to massage the tension from your shoulders.....
"Yes sir....Certainly.......Uh-hgh......Yes.........By Wednesday...." You roll your eyes.....
You desperately try to tell the guy what a total mess he's made of everything, and this whole mess is likely to get him fired.....but he simply doesn't let up for one moment...you shake your head...you really don't need this....the tension is building in your shoulders....you can feel it. You sigh again, deeply.
You are so engrossed with having to deal with this man, and I can immediately uşak escort (http://www.escortkizrehberi.com/ilan-kategori/usak-escort/) see that your tense. You bite your bottom lip, and smile, as when you glance back at me, you notice that I'm wearing just a towel around my waist....my body still glistening with damp from just stepping out from the hot shower..
The voice on the other end of the phone keeps mumbling. Eventually you just give up trying to talk to the guy, as he goes on, and on, and on, and on.....you close your eyes, place your free hand back on your forehead...and sit back in the chair....
My fingers gently massage the knots in your muscles; my thumbs in the nape of your neck, slowly rubbing the tension away.... you close your eyes.....start to relax.....the voice one the phone becoming more distant....
I rub your shoulders, lean forward, and kiss the side of your face.....you feel my breath.....I kiss down to your neck...my arms enveloping you.....your head comes back.....my hands move down over your chest...lingering over your firm breasts.........down to your tummy.....then caressing your bare thighs....
You make a playful, half-hearted attempt to shoo me away....and I see you hold the phone away as you silently mouth 'STOPITT!!!' through your smile...
The voice still goes on, but your not really listening any more....
Still kissing your neck, my fingers linger around your waist, caressing the top of your panties.....then they find the bottom of your t shirt.....and very slowly raise it up.....exposing your tummy....you take a deep breath and arch your back....I raise it higher.....exposing your breasts......you raise your arms....I hear the voice on the phone, still in your hand, as I ease the t shirt over your head and lift it free......
I let the t shirt fall to the floor......still sat in your chair, waring only your cotton panties, the phone still at your ear and Mr. Beecham still on the other end, and relentlessly prattling on.....my arms enveloping you from behind....still kissing your neck and bare shoulders.....my hands gently caressing your body........cupping your breasts.....gently squeezing your hardening nipples.......you moan....
You are then aware of me taking your arms, and slowly guiding you up on your feet. You stand....but don't turn around......you hear the office chair get pushed aside...... you feel my warmth as I press up behind you......you feel my hardness against your back through the thick, damp towel........Your uşak escort bayan (http://www.escortkizrehberi.com/ilan-kategori/usak-escort/) buried in my muscular arms....you rest your head back against my chest as I continue to kiss and caress your body......my hands gently running over you....seemingly everywhere at once......they slowly work back down to your tummy........down to the waist band of your panties.......down....gently caressing you.....just.........
.......there......
Then, with one swift but gentle motion, still in my arms, I ease your forward...Gently guiding you from behind, you take slow and tiny silent steps.....until your thighs softly press against the cool and firm edge of the desk......I'm kissing my way down your back, between your shoulder blades......my hands still resting over your panties......cupping you there....I feel the dampness seeping through the thin cotton......
You spasm........and gasp.....You half-hardheartedly flail one hand around behind you........Is it to grab me? Or maybe an extremely weak attempt to push me away? Either way it's a very unsuccessful attempt, as your head is still back and your softly moaning....You only manage to grasp a fistful of damp towel.....and make no attempt to move aside as you only succeed in pulling it loose from around my waist.....you pause a moment, then let out a soft breath as let it slip through your fingers.......it falls to the floor...... I'm now totally naked as I press up behind you.....You can now feel my hot breath on the side of your neck, and my harness pressing against you back.....
I take the phone from you, and place it on the edge of the desk, (the monotone voice still bumbling on)...then sweep aside the keyboard leaving the space free......holding you around your waist, I slowly bend you forward over the hard edge.....first your tummy, then your breasts.....then the side of you face, feel the cool, smooth, and unyielding surface.
I kiss my way down your spine.....and feel you shudder......down to the small of your back......you gasp again......my hands caressing your sides.....working down to your hips.........touching the waist band of your panties again............I hook the elastic between my thumb and fore fingers.........and very slowly.....inch by inch.........I slide them down..........over your bottom.........down to your thighs.......they bunch up a little.....but once down to your knees........they then softly tumble to your ankles.......I see escort uşak (http://www.escortkizrehberi.com/ilan-kategori/usak-escort/) the dark damp patch in the centre........
I run my hands up your back........your bottom presses out against me.....you feel both vulnerable yet also exhilarated at the same time.......your hands reach out ahead of you....grasping the far edge........
You feel my hardness pressing against your entrance.....I try to maintain control.....but your body captivates me, and I can no longer resist.......you smile back at me.....and then.........In one slow, deliberate motion, slide myself deeply into you......you close your eyes and arch your back.....and moan loudly as I thrust.......your hot wetness encloses around me..........
Your knuckles turn white as you grip the far edge of the desk.......I pull back...and thrust again........and slowly....but surely......the firm and gentle rhythm builds as I pull back, and thrust again, and again, and again....the passion and heat building with each consecutive drive into you......until, finally, now totally unable to control yourself, with each deep motion you push yourself back upon me......
You cry out a whimper of pleasure....that quickly rises as becomes a scream of ecstatic passion... your face a contortion of exquisite and beautiful agony as the tempo rises.....you feel me riding inside you.....until you reach a climaxing crescendo.....you fling your head back....on tip toes.....mouth wide open.....eyes closed tightly shut.... and you let out a final piecing scream as the orgasm finally explodes within you....
You feel my heat as I collapse over your back, my breathless gasps on your neck, as the cool soothing desk presses against your tummy and breasts......
You release your grasp on the far edge.....our gasping breaths in perfect synchronization.....
We lie like this for some time....slowly regaining our our composure.....I'm still still inside you....
We finally slide apart.....you turn and face me......your coy grin as you bite your bottom lip...your face flushed.......you take me by the hand, and then, leaving your clothes and my towel on the floor, you slowly lead me to the bedroom.....we flop down onto the bed and lie together in each others arms, sharing the heat of our flushed afterglow..... and gently caresses each others intertwined bodies....you look into my eyes....and smile......my fingers running slowly through your damp hair......we kiss....
....And then.......
....we start all over again......
There's a faint and distant voice somewhere......an afterthought......we can't quite hear it.....like a whisper in the breeze......as we're so lost in each other...
.......It's your phone....
"........Diana?.....DIANA!!???.....you still there????".......