Please, please don’t stop
By Angel and Joey T.
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The next morning as I walked absent-mindedly through my executive area, my assistant grinned as she gave me the morning mail. Before I could figure out what was up I spotted a vase of beautiful summer flowers. I opened the gift card and tried to keep it from Darcy’s view.
“Miss. Angel: Thanks you for welcoming me aboard, Clay”
Inappropriate? Yes. Do I care? No. I liked this kid and I secretly admired his boldness. “Oh, that new vendor is kissing up,” I laughed. “Sure he is.” Darcy chuckled. She knew me well…too well.
Clay was young, impossibly young, and irresistible. I couldn’t take my eyes off those flowers. They were bright and colorful, not a rose in sight. I loved them and I loved thinking about Clay too.
He is too young…What am I thinking?
It was late after a long day of meetings and reports and I was tired. I stretched out my legs and shucked off my heels. I poured a tall glass of red and went out to sit on the deck. At last nothing to do but daydream about Clay. I was so hungry for him I was wet and shivering. He’s too young, an insistent voice came up from inside. What the fuck, another just as insistent part of me spoke up. I laughed out loud. All i wanted was that beautiful man down on the floor rubbing my feet in his lap.
I have been so careful since Danny died. But this is different. My breath speeds up just thinking about him Could I? Should I? He’s too young. Oh well time to get back to work. Reviewing records with a glass of Pinot, my faithful companion.
Now that it was so quiet on my floor, I could hear hammering, drilling and laughter coming from production. I found myself moving toward the elevator instead of my office. I walked in when it opened and my finger hovered over the button but I couldn’t resist pressing it.
I could barely breathe
They elevator door opened onto the lobby and there he was right in front of me shirt open and tan chest and belly in plain view. Are you kidding me. Ok. This isn’t fair. He was taller close up and when he looked down at me my breath caught in my throat. I stammered a “Uh – Hey there”. He laughed and whispered “Miss Angel, You look beautiful tonight.”
I cleared my throat and strangled out a “”What are you holding?” He grinned knowing the effect he was having on me. Clay laughed again and stated he had food for his crew. He asked if I wanted anything, there was plenty. Of course, I said no and thanked him matter of fact for the flowers.
He wouldn’t step out of the way, holding the elevator door open so I had to brush by him, feeling his hard chest against my breasts. As I walked away I didn’t hear the doors close and knew his eyes were on me. I was scared and excited at the same time. Wait a minute why do I care. I should write him up for sexual harassment. I hope I don’t fall on these heels.
As I squeezed by him Clay said, “Miss Angel if you work late tomorrow I would like to show you my work and even spring for a meal” I flushed and responded. “Sure, if I can.” Even from here I could see a most interesting bulge in those tight jeans.
A private celebration for two…
A few very busy and super stressful days of meetings with the investors passed passed with a great outcome. I was very proud of myself and my company. This new level of funding was going to take the pressure off everybody. I was ready to celebrate.
Just then a late afternoon delivery was buzzed into my office. It was another beautiful arrangement of teacup roses: yellow, white and red in a crystal cut vase. There was a note from Clay. I read the note with trembling hands.
Miss Angel: We have finished up the renovations in record time, under budget and very well done. I invite you to inspect my work this evening and have a picnic dinner for two. Clay.
I swallowed at Clay’s boldness but smiled in approval at the same time. Somehow I knew that Danny would want me to move on. I was so attracted to this man, it was a hell of a week and I wanted to celebrate and the fact was that this hot young guy was attracted to me. Me.
It was already 7pm and time to inspect his work. I smoothed out my skirt and undid one button of my ivory silk blouse. I couldn’t wait to run my fingers up and down that chest and belly… I went into the bathroom to freshen up and then took the elevator down to Production.
When I got off the elevator, Clay was waiting. He proudly walked me around the newly designed space. It was beautiful! As we walked room to room he came oh so close to me but never touched me. I ached for him to brush his hand on my arm or take my hand. I swear he knew how much I wanted him to touch me. He would lean so close and then pull back away.
My heart was in my throat and my mouth was so dry I hoped he didn’t ask me anything so I would have to talk. All I could think of was his hard muscular arm, bulging shoulder and flat stomach. He smelled rugged but delicious. He must have read my thoughts for he looked at me and grinned.
I am very good with my hands….
Again everything was beautiful from the moldings to the sconces to the the wall fabric to the hardwood floor. I even gasped at his work. Clay mentions he loved paying attention to details and loved working with his hands. a sweet little sexual innuendo I smiled at. He took me to the last room that was lit by candle with soft Island music playing softly. Clay had laid a picnic blanket, throw pillows and a basket on the floor. He helped me to the floor and then sat next to me stretching out his long legs.
Clay poured some Pinot in two stemmed glasses and set a plate with grapes, apple slices and variety of cheese, crackers and chocolates on top of the basket. We raised our glasses and toasted his work, his brown eyes gazing into mine. He had me.
My heart was pounding with desire. It had been so long since I had felt anything like this. He reached over and took my hand. “Darcy told me about Danny.” Clay whispered.
“Damn her.” I said though part of me was relieved. “Shhh” he said placing his finger on my lips. He traced my lips with his thumb. I couldn’t resist, tilted my head back and opened my mouth so he could touch me.
He leaned me back and gently put his lips on mine and lowered me onto one of the silk pillows. I opened my mouth and touched his lips with my tongue. He met me and we explored one another with our lips and tongues. Small moans and cries overcame me, I wanted more and something in me opened wide.
I moaned with desire as he placed his hand on my stomach, slowing moving it to my breast. He cupped my entire breast in one hand squeezing it with desire. I pulled him to my mouth softly biting his tongue and moaned with anticipation.
He rose up with his sweet Southern smile and slowly undid the oyster shell buttons on my blouse. I leaned my head back on the pillow breathing fast and closed my eyes as he popped the front snap on my bra, releasing my breasts into his hands.
Yes, yes, yes…please don’t stop….
He kissed down the side of my cheek to my neck and down my chest slowly, slowly until he finally got to my nipple hard with desire. I arched my back as he sucked my hungry nipple into his mouth biting and licking it, I had my first orgasm in many years.
I cried and laughed at the same time as wave after wave of orgasm rocked me. “Oh Clay” I try to speak. “Shhh,” he said “Shhhh, cruise with it.” I don’t know how long I was there cumming in his arms. He held me until the shivering passed. He pressed his lips into my hair and kissed me softly.
“What about you…” I managed to choke out.
“Shhh,” he said. He just held me pressing his leg in between mine as my body lunged against him in wave after wave of delight. Deeper and deeper the pleasure ran. “Yes, that’s it, baby, yes…” He coaxed and whispered to me as he stroked my back softly.
Sighing with passion I clung to him. “Thank you, thank you,” I cried softly.
“Shhh, shhhhh..” He crooned right next to my ear.