Gabi

ryan - dreaming by John Dunnigan

Mr A sat at his desk only half listening to the man on the other end of the phone, it was an old acquaintance that he had run into who was now trying to talk his way into a job. Normally, Mr A would have ended the conversation long ago, but he was distracted by the two women on the other side of the glass. His wife had arrived while he was on the phone and waved to him before turning her attention to his new assistant, Gabi. Mrs A was dressed in a pale pink dress that hugged her figure, accentuating her narrow waist and hips before falling in soft, swirling waves around her thighs. His eyes followed her long, tanned legs down to her shoes - cream, ridiculously high heels and small bows at the back of each one. He felt himself harden as he imagined those shoes resting on his shoulders as he feasted on the soft skin of her inner thighs. As if reading his mind, his wife looked up at him with a wicked grin and then said something that caused Gabi to also look in his direction. Their eyes met and she flushed slightly before looking away. Mrs A smiled warmly at her and leaned lightly against the other woman's desk. Mr A continued to watch the two women, fascinated. Although he had no idea what they were saying, there was something about their body language that told him they were not discussing office supplies. Mrs A was doing most of the talking, her eyes never leaving the face of the other woman. His pulse raced as he watched his wife, he knew that look all too well. She was a woman with a plan and there were few who could resist her formidable powers of persuasion. His attention turned to Gabi, who had given up all pretence of work and was looking intently up at Mrs A. Her eyes were bright and she crossed and uncrossed her legs as she played absently with the pen in her hand. She really was quite attractive, he thought to himself. Light blonde hair that framed her face and accentuated her large, blue eyes. She was tall and slim, but dressed so professionally and conservatively that it was difficult to tell what might be hiding underneath.
He finished up his phone call and went to join the women in the outer office.

"Sorry gorgeous," he bent to kiss his wife softly on the lips.

"That's fine," she smiled. "Gabi and I were having a lovely chat."

He led her into his office and shut the door while she dropped her bag on the leather couch. He started to close the blinds but she stopped him.

"Leave them open," she grinned at him.

She walked slowly towards him and he felt himself growing hard as he watched those hips sway seductively. He wanted to fuck her right here over the desk and the idea of Gabi watching it all from her desk nearly had him losing all self control.

"Slow down tiger," she laughed softly as she leaned in to kiss him deeply. She pulled him into her, her hand moving down to grab his ass.

"That's not helping," he smiled as he kissed her back.

"Gabi and I had a most interesting discussion about you," she whispered in his ear.

"Oh really?" he kissed her neck.

"She wants to fuck you," she nibbled his ear. "Do you want to fuck her?"



He pushed himself against her, turned on even more by her words. He glanced out the window and found himself locking eyes with Gabi who was watching their every move. He expected her to blush and look away, or possibly even get up and leave. To his surprise, she held his gaze and continued to watch.

"She's watching now, isn't she?" his wife whispered in his ear. Her breath was warm and sent shivers down his spine. He closed his eyes as she continued. "I'm not sure what turns me on more," she nibbled his ear and he held his breath. "The idea of you fucking her... or the idea of her getting fucked by you."

His mouth found hers and he groaned as she met his greedy kisses eagerly, welcoming his tongue into her mouth. His hand slipped under her skirt, exposing her pale pink panties and garter belt. His eyes flashed back to Gabi who continued to watch hungrily.

"Now listen carefully to me," his wife purred in his ear. "I am going to leave in a few minutes and you are going to give that gorgeous girl the fuck of her life," she pulled back to look him in the eye. There would be no arguing with that look.  "I'll be back in an hour with dinner for all of us. With any luck, I won't have missed out on all of the fun," she winked at him cheekily and gave him a soft kiss. Adjusting her skirt, she turned and walked back out to Gabi who stood to speak to her. Mrs A leaned in and spoke in her ear and he saw Gabi smile. His wife waved to him and then turned to give Gabi a soft, sensual kiss that had him gripping the edge of his desk.

"Fuck," he muttered to himself as he watched her walk out the door. He glanced at the clock and was surprised to see it was so late. The building would be all but deserted by now, with everyone making an early getaway for the weekend. He heard the door shut quietly and looked up to see a nervous Gabi watching him.

"I didn't realise it was so late Gabi," he smiled at her. "I'm afraid I might have ruined any plans you may have had for tonight. Do you need to go?"

She shook her head but remained near the door.

"Well, I'm going to pour myself a drink. Would you like to join me?" He moved towards the well stocked bar and got out two glasses.

"Yes. Whatever you're having is fine Mr A," she spoke softly but not without confidence.

He poured them each a drink and settled into the soft leather couch while she moved to look out the large windows at the city below. He waited for her to speak but she said nothing.

"Look, Gabi," he began slowly. "I must apologise for my wife if she upset you. She is an amazing woman but also a challenge."

Gabi turned to face him. "She didn't upset me," her eyes were playful and amused. "I may dress conservatively Mr A but I'm not a prude." She finished her drink and set it on the bar. "When Candy told me about the job, she may have mentioned some possible opportunities that made the position even more...interesting."

It did not take long for him to get her meaning. Something in the way that she looked at him - hungry but contained - had him switching gears. Tiptoeing around the unknown was unnatural for him, but seducing a beautiful and willing woman was a past time he both enjoyed and excelled at. He got up and refilled their drinks, joining her at the window. Standing close behind her, they stared out at the lights of the city below. He could hear her breathing, shallow and full of nervous excitement.

"Beautiful Gabi," he spoke softly and she held her breath waiting. "Would you like to tell me what 'opportunities' you find most interesting?"

She flushed and bit her lip, unable to speak. He didn't rush in but waited while she waged her internal battle. When no words came, he leaned closer and spoke in a low, deep whisper.

"Perhaps I could help by suggesting a few ideas?" She closed her eyes and nodded quickly. "My wife believes you want to fuck me and she knows me well enough to know that I definitely want to fuck you," he continued, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke. "Tell me she's wrong and I'll stop right now."

"No, don't stop," she whispered, eyes still closed.

The time for words was finished. He kissed her neck softly as he unzipped her black dress, then stepped back to admire the view as he slipped the dress off of her shoulders and let it fall to the ground at her feet. She wore tiny black panties with a red ribbon laced up and tied in a bow at the base of her spine, those could stay on a bit longer he smiled to himself. He turned her around gently and she looked up at him, lips parted and ready. He removed his tie and shirt, his eyes feasting on her gorgeous, full tits  that were barely contained within her black bra. Sensing his thoughts, she reached behind and removed her bra to reveal the hard nipples he so longed to have in his mouth. Their eyes locked and he led her over to sit on the edge of his desk. He stood in between her legs, kissing her warm, soft mouth. He felt her nipples brushing against his bare skin and sat slowly in his chair, at perfect level. His mouth sealed over one as his fingers teased the other. Her fingers moved to his hair, holding him close as he sucked and circled her nipples. When her breathing was growing ragged, he eased her back to lay down on the cool wood and placed her feet on the armrests of his chair. His tongue trailed a path along her inner leg as he reached up and pulled her panties off to reveal a gleaming wet pussy. He sunk his teeth lightly into her inner thigh and she arched her back urging him forward. The moan that came out of her as his tongue began to explore the soft, wet folds of her had his cock straining for release. He had to have her soon. He slid two fingers into her easily as his tongue circled her clit and she began to push against him, ready for more. In one motion, he stood and slid her off the desk to face him. They kissed as she undid his pants and finally released him. Her fingers traced lightly over his hardness and he could stand no more.

"I need to fuck you now beautiful," he moaned against her ear as he turned her around and bent her over his desk, legs spread and ready for him. She reached in front of her to grab the edge as he positioned himself right at her entrance. She cried out as he entered her and grabbed her by the hips. Slow, deep strokes as he filled her fully each time.

"Oh fuck," she gasped. "You need to fuck me harder."

That was all the instruction he needed. He slammed into her, pulling her into him with increasing pace.
She reached down between her legs and he felt the tightening begin, milking his cock and urging him forward until he couldn't hold back anymore. As they caught their breath, they realised that they had an audience.  Mrs A stood in the doorway, grinning wickedly and carrying a bag.

"Well, it looks like you two might have worked up quite the appetite." She began to set out the food as they dressed. "Make sure to leave room for dessert," she smiled. "I have something special planned."