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“How did your interview go, Hannah?”
The sound of another voice almost made me jump out of my skin at first. I was oblivious to anyone else even still being in the office. The apprentice girl, Ruby must have drawn the short straw to cover the phones.
“Hiya! Yes really well thank you. I got the job,” I replied, not containing my excitement very well
“Oh wow. Congratulations. I can’t believe you’ve found out already. They left me waiting nearly a week.”
The slim brunette had just turned eighteen when she started. She had been with us for almost six months now and had already shown that she was a top prospect for the company. She seemed to be a quick learner, was eager to take on tasks no matter how big or small and seemed to be kind and thoughtful. Indeed, she seemed to be making a lot of friends around the office and had people speaking highly of her. In fact I couldn’t help but feel a bit of a cow for having a few reservations about her.
“Oh, thanks Ruby. I mean it was only an internal interview for the team leader maternity cover. Not many of us went for it so I think they could make a decision pretty quickly.”
“I bet it was already yours before you set foot in there. You’re already doing a killer job anyway.” There it was. Just as she said that last bit she looked down with some kind of smirk on her face. It could well even be a shy-or-nervousness thing. I dismissed the thought. It was sure to just be me being a prejudgemental cow. I chastised myself and decided that it had to stop before I take on managing people and making big decisions.
After all, it could be nervousness. Or shyness. But then it could be the other thing…
“Bless you. Far too kind and it could have gone any one of three ways. But I most definitely have my work cut out if I want to do half as good a job as Melissa does while I’m covering for her.”
“You’ll be fine. You’ll just have to let me know if there are any other things that I can do to make your life easier,” the girl replied, looking down at her desk again as her sentence trailed off.
“That’s super kind of you, Ruby. I will have a think and let you know. You’ve certainly proven yourself as reliable and pretty capable already. I’m sure you are destined for great things.” My first attempt at praise gave birth to a palpably awkward pause. “Anyway… I had better get my skates on. It’s crippled me having half of the day taken up with the interview and there’s a bunch of stuff that we need for the morning.”
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After a frantic hour and a half proofreading final drafts and answering a logjam of emails, I finally felt as though I was getting back on top of things. I headed through to the copy room for my final mundane task.
I stretched my neck from side to side to free off some tension as the machine warmed up and whirred into life. A voice at the back of my mind told me that I could head home now and easily delegate this in the morning. The overly conscientious, more dominant part reminded me that wouldn’t be a great look – throwing work at people just as it was announced that I was making a step up. I could practically hear tongues wagging, blaming a power trip already.
Behind me, I could hear the familiar sounds of shutters closing and the PBX being switched over to the answerphones. Ruby must be ready to leave too. Perfect, it should time just right so that neither one of us has to lock up and leave alone, I told myself.
A chorus of needlessly loud beeps signalled that there was a jam in the copier’s bypass tray – again! Because of course there is! Why wouldn’t there be?
“Need a hand?” Ruby called from the direction of the kitchenette.
“It’s fine, you carry on locking up. Thank you,” I replied.
As I worked on an all too familiar faff with the copier – whilst trying not to get toner dust down my best blouse – I scolded myself further on my latent doubts about Ruby. Clearly she’s a sweet girl who’s always willing to help anyone.
Which means it has to be the other thing… the voice in the back of my mind whispered once more. Again, I pushed the rogue memory right back down to where it belonged on the cutting room floor of my memory. I clicked the back door of the copier closed and allowed myself a little fist pump as the dancing trio of error lights stopped and the machine whirred back to life.
A tiny scream almost escaped my throat as I realised that Ruby was now standing right behind me holding her jacket and handbag. I managed to not let on that she had almost scared the life out of me. Instead, as the machine rattled through it’s final set of leaflets I pretended that I had known that she was there all along.
“Are you all locked aksaray escort up sweetie?” Inwardly, I chastised myself for the slip of the tongue. I would need to be more professional and not use such over-familiar language with people who would be looking up to me. Reporting to me.
Ruby said nothing.
“You can just leave the keys on the side, Ruby. When I’ve done I can lock-” From nowhere, I felt two petite hands slide under my arms and across my waist. I froze into position. The immaculate, French-manicured fingernails were unmistakably those of the apprentice.
After holding my hips for a moment, she stroked my midriff and untucked my blouse from the black pencil skirt. Any thoughts that she was reaching for something, or playing some prank were instantly dispelled.
“Hey! Ruby, what the hell?” Indignation kicked in hard enough for me to find my voice.
“Shh,” she said. The eighteen-year old’s tone was completely changed from the timid girl who had been seated in reception. Firmly, she spun me around to face her with far more force than I would have credited her with.
“What the hell,” I repeated quietly. More of an observation this time rather than a question. Now that she was right in my space and standing full length I realised one of the things which didn’t quite sit right with me about her. Her, ruffled bubblegum pink dress was just that shade too dressy for the office. Now that I came to think about it, many of her outfits were close to crossing that line.
“I have been wanting to get you alone,” she said with a subtle sniff of my hair. “Ever since that night in The Rose and Crown.” And there it was. The elephant in the room had been addressed.
“Wh-what do you mean?” I stammered, even though I didn’t think for a second that acting dumb or stalling would help me. Of course she remembered the moment as clearly as I feared she would. “You mean the game? That was just a bit of drunken fun.”
“It was… just banter,” she replied. “But it made me wonder just how much fun we could have without an audience.” Like on so many of our staff nights out, the night she was referring to had ended up being pretty high spirited as the wine flowed. And we had ended up playing a bunch of drinking games. One of them was the classic suck and blow. The one where we had to pass a playing card around using only our lips. As Ruby had passed me the card, it fell into her lap and we almost kissed. By pure chance this had been at the exact moment one of the other ladies had snapped a photo which of course had ended up in the full team’s WhatsApp chat. All of the likes and comments had meant it became somewhat the headline of the night.
The angle made the picture look more of a steamy moment than it ever was. I think.
Still, the girl’s hands tugged at my blouse and there was an intensity about the way her eyes smouldered beneath her smoky eye makeup. “All I know is that ever since that evening, I have wanted to see what it would be like to kiss you properly.”
I felt my eyes widen and my mouth drop open as her intentions were finally spoken out loud. Very gently, Ruby placed her lips against mine. Then softly … so softly, made contact with mine. Even that lightest of touches sent shock-waves down my spine.
My head, already swimming after a stressful day, could not process this development. As well as the gorgeous tight dress, she had on five inch black high heel pumps. With her leggy figure, this made her a shade taller than me and gave her a slight advantage as she leaned in closer and settled her hands on my bum. Then she touched her lips to mine again. More contact this time, but still feather-light. I didn’t quite kiss back but allowed my lips to flex against her impossibly soft ones, exploring the texture which was about as far removed from that of a man’s as I could have allowed myself to imagine. Beneath my skirt and tights I could feel a familiar orb of heat beginning to grow within my knickers. I couldn’t remember ever feeling this aroused at work before and I think those extra devilish layers of inappropriateness were adding to my budding arousal.
Then Ruby broke away and nuzzled her face into the nape of my neck before tracing a trail of kisses down towards my collar bone. The sensation was heaven but I suddenly felt my body tense as if common sense had kicked back in.
“Stop,” I cried, a little too forcefully and pushed her back. “Ruby, I’m flattered. I really am – you’re gorgeous. But we can’t do this.”
“Why?” the girl asked, folding her arms in the manner of a girl who had never had to get used to not getting her own way.
“Because I’m going to be managing the team! It would amasya escort be wrong. Plus, I’m forty-five. I could comfortably be your mother.”
She rolled her eyes and grabbed my waist again. “I won’t tell. You said it yourself. I’m reliable and on my way up. Would I want to get caught any more than you do? And obviously the fact that you have this smoking hot body at your age is almost the entire appeal, dummy.”
The rebuke from someone so junior stung badly. I put my hand over one of my buttons as she started to undo them. “You need this,” she added. “Now don’t make me rip it open. Remember you need to get home with some dignity.”
The flush of excitement returned to my pussy, intensified by her forcefulness and the fact that I had no idea that such an innocent looking slip of a girl had been hiding such a dark side. She popped my buttons open with ease. I had risked wearing my electric blue push up bra underneath the striped blouse – after checking that it wasn’t too visible. But it did feel just slightly slutty now that it was exposed.
“You’re so hot,” she said, kissing me hard again. A thickness to her voice betrayed her own arousal at the sight of my boobs. I tossed my head back, scarcely able to believe that I was letting this happen. I felt her move down my body, having to kneel with care because her own dress was pretty tight. As she kneeled before me, I felt a further pang of fear at what she might be about to do.
My skirt came to just below the knee. Ruby traced her fingernails up and down the length of my calves, taking in the feel of my tights. Then I felt the zip of the skirt yield to the girl’s ravenous tug before the garment was tossed aside. I dared to glance down again. All of a sudden, Ruby’s face seemed returned to her innocent stare. Her mouth had fallen open and she seemed captivated as her fingertips explored the soft feel of my nylon clad thigh. It was obvious that she had been dreaming of this. She kissed the material, letting her lips dance a trail upwards towards my groin.
“Ah,” I sighed involuntarily. I had never had any woman do this to me before, even though lesbian thoughts had been an occasional fantasy for me since I was a year or two younger than Ruby. No amount of daydreaming could have prepared me for how good this felt.
Ruby buried her face against the surging maelstrom that was my pussy and I heard her let out sigh as she savoured the the warmth and scent of my mound. She seemed to be practically purring with bliss as her cheek caressed the soft material. After a long inhale, her smouldering eyes snapped open and met my gaze again. The same intense get-what-I-want expression had returned to her face.
The girl stood and kissed me again, deeply this time. Even with my long history of disastrous attempts at long term relationships and various forays into the dating scene, this was hands down the most intense kiss that I have ever had. Yet once again my conscience prickled as if it’s very nerve endings were dying. “We can’t. We mustn’t,” I tried to protest.
By way of response to my feeble protest, Ruby slid four perfectly manicured nails beneath the waistband of my tights. Now I knew that we were past the point of no return. I gripped the edge of the copier with both hands and shuffled my weight balance onto my right high heel. As the girl’s hand slid into my knickers I became aware of just how soaked they had become. My swollen button ached with an intensity which needed to be quelled one way or another.
“Oh, Jesus,” I sighed as her fingers found my aching nub. I knew that if someone were to come in and catch us now then we would both be seeing the place for the last time. But in that instant I couldn’t care. All that mattered was the need for release now and there was no denying that this gorgeous slip of a woman knew how to give me pleasure like no other.
Maybe she had done this before. Maybe she was just so instinctively good at giving herself pleasure that it came naturally for her to set every nerve in my body alight. She seemed to know what my body needed, knowing exactly which spot to return to kissing on my collarbone as her fingers circled my clit.
“Ah,” I cried out again. Ruby’s fingers alternated between circling my clitoris and stroking the engorged button up and down to send ripples of pleasure through my entire frame. “Oh, shit,” I breathed. Her own breathing was coming in ragged sighs now between the kisses that continued their journey down my decolletage. Her arousal was very finely tuned into mine.
Panting now, I threw my head back and thrust my leg out. Instinctively, she straddled my thigh and the hem of her dress rode up. I could antalya escort feel her pussy pressed against my leg and I heard a tiny murmur of pleasure from her throat as she pressed her crotch against the nylon. The trail of kisses had reached the top of my breast now as her fingers continued to work my flooded clit. The fire which had been growing inside the pit of my stomach was reaching inferno as an uncharacteristically quick climax approached.
Playing in a beautiful rhythm now, her digits moving in faster circles. Her tongue traced across the top of my bra line and Ruby knew precisely when to press down harder.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I managed to say as my entire body was gripped by my orgasm. A tiny splash of wetness splashed against the girl’s wrist, soaking the nylon. My head pushed back even further and the explosion turned the fire into a series of expanding embers which emanated throughout my body. They cascaded outwards, causing my vision to blur as my body tensed for a moment.
Then I gave her a final embrace and fell limp against her gorgeous curves. She knew exactly when to ease her hand back and release the pressure. Her understanding of such nuances somehow stretched much further than her eighteen years had any right to.
When I finally let go and stood up, her cheeks were flushed red and there was a nervous smirk on her face as if even she couldn’t believe that she had actually gone through with this. What was done was done now, so I knew that we may as well follow this through all of the way. “Come on you. My office,” I said, returning her smile.
I closed the door behind us. It was still Melissa’s office for the time being of course. But I knew that in there we would have even less chance of being seen as it was at the back of the building and we were on the third floor. Besides, using the boss’ office added that extra kinky sub-tone to what we were doing. Not that the situation needed any more of that.
Ruby was thinking along the same lines. She went and perched her firm bum on the edge of the big desk, heels dug into the carpet in anticipation. The girl knew how attractive she was and how she could use this to great effect. The fringe of her dress was rolled up just enough to make the black of her thong visible. The cups of her ample breasts were just enough to flatten and smooth the ruffle effect of her dress and accentuate them even further. We kissed again for some time, savouring each other’s taste. My state of undress was such that she was able to grasp and knead at my much softer breasts through my bra as our tongues tussled. Ruby panted lightly at her own as yet unspent arousal. A subtle move of her wrists guided me down her body and I lifted her dress up to hang on the pert shelf of her buttocks.
My fingers naturally fell into stroking a neat line up and down her labia. Almost each single stroke seemed to make her suck her breath in and give her shudders of pleasure which were just too adorable. She was already soaking wet from living out her fantasy on me and humping my leg as I climaxed.
She helped me to pull the thong down her seemingly endless legs and flicked them away with a deft flick of her shoe.
“Oh,” she sighed, a smile lighting her face as her body doubled at the first waves of pleasure from my tongue on her clit. Her hands found the back of my head and she looped her immaculate fingers through my hair.
“Oh,” she sighed again. “I’m so close already.”
There had been many times in my wildest fantasies when I had dreamed of licking a pussy. Not once had I dared to imagine it would be that of someone so perfect and so much younger. Nor would I have contemplated being able to bring so much pleasure in so few touches. She must have been so worked up in anticipation of this.
“Oh, oh!” she sighed in a dreamy, feminine tone. “I’m gonna cum, oh!” Her slender, model like figure almost curled into a ball around me as I knelt and lapped at her opening. Thinking creatively, I pushed my tongue inside of her like what must have felt like the smallest, softest shaft imaginable. This was too much for her and she melted into a trembling wreck. Her pussy exploded there and then and a sweet gush of warm liquid oozed into my mouth to mirror the one which I still wore in my tights.
We cradled each other in the big leather chair with the blinds closed for as long as we could. It was one of those tender moments where we just sat and stroked soft skin without feeling the need to fill the silence.
It had been a long but satisfying day in a number of ways. Filling in as a manger would be tough. I had always been a pretty good judge of character and I felt an unshakeable sense, as I played with Ruby’s lustrous brown hair, that she would indeed be reliable in keeping this moment just between us.
I was glad that the card had slipped away a few weeks before. But not as glad as I was that Ruby had the confidence to tackle the elephant in the room.
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