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As my wobbly legs carried me at a brisk run down the street, I felt guilty about leaving Levi and his hard-on to himself, even if he had insisted on me getting to work on time. I had just experienced, back-to-back, the two most physically and emotionally powerful orgasms of my life with his help. How could I not stay and at least try to return the favor?
But I doubted I could make him feel anything so powerful. He had helped me discover and understand a part of myself I had never known. I was too inexperienced – in no place to do the same for him. Besides, he was one of the most self-aware people I knew; he didn’t need that kind of help.
Levi was occupying the majority of my thoughts as I pushed into the head-lifeguard office, and I was almost surprised to see Noah, my boss, sitting behind his desk. I winced at the sound of the door closing behind me, shutting us up alone together.
I had nearly forgotten what I was wearing. Levi had requested that I wore knee-highs to his house earlier, and in my excitement to dress up, I had pulled together a full sailor-inspired outfit to match them.
My kneesocks were striped blue and white with little red anchors at the cuffs, my feet clad in cute red flats topped with little bows. I was wearing a short, blue skirt and a white tank top. Underneath were a pair of red panties embroidered with a white anchor on the front, and a blue bra that clearly showed through my shear top.
It wasn’t the most daring outfit, I had to admit, but I couldn’t help but feel it was a little too inviting for my boss. It was hard to believe that thirty-five-year-old Noah had felt me up only this morning, leaving me breathless and wet, but I could feel the resulting tension in the room. I had enjoyed it, and was looking forward to pushing the envelope a little, but I was afraid my outfit would push us too far.
After all, a seventeen-year-old girl shouldn’t cross certain lines with her employer.
“Nora! Just in time,” the boss in question cried upon seeing me.
His light blue eyes sparkled up at me, contrasting starkly with his tanned face. He stood and strode over to me, smiling brightly.
“You look absolutely precious, my dear,” Noah said. “Did you get all dolled-up just for me?”
I held back a snort. This man was rather cocky, I thought. It must have been the result of that handsome face on his athletic body. I bet women his own age threw themselves at him. But even so, Noah clearly couldn’t resist a girl like me.
“Not exactly,” I confessed. Oh hell, if I had the equipment, why not test it? I twirled around for him, causing my skirt to flutter around my upper thighs. “But you like it?”
“Yes, my dear,” he said. “You look so sweet I could eat you up.”
I tittered and walked past him, taking my place behind the desk I would be occupying for the next three hours, relieving Noah of the end of his shift.
“And your hair,” Noah said, perching on the edge of the desk and looking down at me. “I’ve never seen it so messy.”
I blushed, and ran a hand through my long, black locks. My hair was tousled from fooling around with Levi in his attic. Apparently you didn’t need to have sex to have sex hair.
“I guess I forgot to brush it,” I lied. I was meticulous with most things, especially my hair.
“Bedhead suits you,” my boss said, leaning closer and tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.
“Oh, thanks,” I giggled, looking down and flushing even more deeply.
“Let me brush it out for you, though,” Noah said, hopping to his feet to stand behind me. “You need to look professional if anyone comes in to see you.”
“Sure, of course,” I said.
Noah’s fingers sunk through my hair to my scalp. Gently, he began to pull them through. After the first few knots were uncomfortably brushed out, I began to enjoy it. My scalp was tingling, and I sighed quietly, closing my eyes.
“So what have you been up to for the past couple hours looking so cute, Nora?” Noah asked softly.
“I was hanging out with Lauren,” I said. More lies! And this time I was dragging my best friend into it.
“I’m sure you two have a lot of fun together,” he said, his voice full of innuendo.
I craned my neck back to look right up into Noah’s eyes. I smiled secretively and said, “Yes, we do have a lot of fun.”
He smiled down at me, apparently pleased to hear this. His fingers moved from my tamed tresses down my neck. He settled his hands on both my shoulders, and nodded at the pile of paperwork on his desk.
“Those were the documents I was talking about,” he said. “I’m afraid it’s very dull work.”
“I’ll get through it,” I assured him, putting a hand over his and smiling up at him.
Noah squeezed my shoulders; first in gratitude, then a couple more times – hell if I knew why.
“God, Nora, you are so tense!” he said. Oh, that was why. His fingers kneaded into my stiff muscles, and I groaned with pleasure. “What have you been doing?”
Not more than ten minutes ago, my body had felt like jelly in my post-orgasmic bliss. Now, though, almost every muscle in my body felt tight.
I shrugged. “Maybe it’s stress,” I said, “coupled with my exercise routine.”
“Let me take care of it for you,” Noah said. “Lie down on my desk and I’ll give you a proper massage.”
My belly squirmed at the thought. “That’s very sweet,” I said.
I moved the pile of paperwork to the chair, then climbed up on the desk on all fours. My skirt was rising up and I was sure Noah could see my panty-clad ass, but I did nothing to fix it. Slowly, I began to lower myself onto my belly.
My cell phone was digging into my hip, so I removed it from my pocket and placed it next to my head. I then laid my cheek down on my folded arms and closed my eyes.
The lock on the door clicked, and a moment later, Noah had come back to the desk. I could hear him opening a drawer, then rubbing his palms together.
“Tell me whenever you’d like me to stop,” Noah said. “You know, if I’m tickling you or something.”
“Okay,” I said. I wasn’t very ticklish, but I knew that wasn’t what he was really talking about. We both had lines; Noah was only making sure he didn’t cross mine.
He began massaging my shoulders with warm, creamy hands, using the leverage he now had above me to dig deeper into my muscles. My tank top left just enough of my shoulders exposed for him to get his hands under it. I groaned luxuriously every time he pressed into a knot.
Levi would like to hear about this, I thought. He had been so turned on the first time I told him about Noah’s fondling hands. I wondered how much further my boss was willing to go. I also wondered if Levi had finished taking care of the erection I had left him with.
Suddenly, I had an idea. My own moans were exciting me – what were they doing to Noah? And what could they do to Levi?
Being very discreet, I moved one of my hands towards my cell to call Levi. I quickly turned the volume down so his greeting wouldn’t tip Noah off, then put it on speaker phone.
I just hoped Levi wasn’t still too busy with his cock to answer the phone.
I could tell by the display when Levi had finally answered. I gave a particularly loud moan then to get his attention. Not to mention, I was very turned on by the situation.
“Oh, Noah,” I sighed. “Could you rub me lower?”
Noah’s hands had worked as far down as they could from the top of my shirt. He removed his hands and pushed my tank up, exposing my back to get to the spot I had requested just below my shoulder blades. As he pressed down, I let out another grateful moan.
“That’s it,” I said. “A little lower…”
He slipped his hands under the band of my bra.
“Oh, you can just undo that if it’s getting in the way,” I said nonchalantly, then added, “The bra, I mean,” for Levi’s benefit.
Noah didn’t need telling twice. He unhooked my bra and laid the bands aside. I was anticipating his large, warm hands settling back on me when I realized he had circled in front of me.
I looked up, my eyes coming in direct contact with the large bulge in his pants. Smiling, I strained my eyes upwards to look at his face.
“I might as well get your shirt off too,” he said.
“Okay.”
Levi then grasped the hem of my top, and as I wiggled, he eased it from under me, dragging my bra along with it. I pressed my bare breasts tightly against the desk, my nipples hardening against the cold surface. When Noah’s hands came back down on my back, I sighed.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” Noah asked.
“Much better,” I mumbled.
My boss’s hands traveled further down my back, his heels digging into me, sending a delicious shiver running up my spine. My panties began to flood as he made contact with the small of my back, pushing hard, then skittering lightly over my flesh.
“Ohhh, yeah,” I moaned. “That’s so good.”
His thumbs pressed firmly into my posterior hips, pushing slightly beneath the band of my skirt. His fingers then moved to my sides, and he began to compress my ribs.
“You’re very good at this,” I said sweetly. “I feel so delicate in your strong hands. I think you could crush me if you wanted to.”
Noah laughed. “Thank you, my dear,” he said. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”
His hands were now just below my breasts, and he moved them up to cup the bottom of them, kneading them like they were just another neutral part of my body.
I let out a very long moan, this one more sexually-fused than the others had been. I hoped Levi was enjoying himself too. I hoped he liked the sounds I was making. Mostly, I hope he had his rock-hard cock in his hand, and was stroking himself with furious abandon. The thought made me whimper with wild delight.
“You like that, Nora?” Noah asked smugly. His fingers came up to the sides of my breasts where they continued their luscious manipulations.
“Oh, yeah,” I sighed.
“How are your legs?” he asked.
“Very sore,” I pouted, looking sideways at him. “Do you mind?”
Noah grinned cheekily, his eyes darkening. “Not at all.”
I scooted forward on the desk so my legs were better supported, leaving just enough room for my head and my cell phone to sit on the surface inside my shoulder.
Noah’s strong fingers swept across my bare back before he began on my calves. I cooed and hummed in pleasure, my pussy flowing in anticipation. His hands worked slowly up my legs, pressing hard on my muscles, stroking lightly behind my knees.
When he got to my thighs, he began kneading from the outside in, slowly inching up as he went. My thighs were the stiffest of all, and his relieving pressure coupled with his sensuous stroking had me floating in a cloud of bliss.
The sounds came easily now. I was moaning and groaning sensually, twitching now and then under his hands. Yes, I could get used to this.
Noah pushed my skirt up and rubbed his hands lightly over my cheeks, making my stomach twist with excitement.
“Those are some pretty panties you’ve got, Nora.”
“Thank you,” I purred in content.
Noah grabbed my ass roughly, working his fingers deep into my flesh, causing my body to rock against the surface beneath me. I cried out in pleasure. The sensation was nearly orgasmic, and I wondered if I would come for the fifth time today on my boss’s desk, fulfilling the challenge Levi had set for me.
The way my body was moving against the desk had caused my panties to inch downwards. I found the little embroidered anchor near my pussy, and I pressed my hips down against it, trying to rub my clit against the frictional surface.
“Do you like being pampered, Nora?” Noah murmured.
“Mhmm,” I hummed.
His thumbs pushed under my panties, working their way up my crevice.
“Oh, yes,” I sighed. “Get deep in there.”
My sex was pulsing, begging him to work south, and he did. Very, very slowly.
Coming back down between my globes, Noah brushed over my anus, making me twitch. He casually circled it a couple times, then continued downwards. I spread my legs, wishing he had pulled my panties off to bare my pussy, but knowing he really shouldn’t.
But his fingers got to my pussy anyway, hovering on the edge without touching. I heard him suck in a breath between his teeth when he felt the slick juices that had seeped through my panties and gathered on the inside of my thighs.
I arched my back, grabbing my breasts underneath me and groaning. I tried to push my hips towards Noah’s fingers, but he wasn’t having it.
“Oh, Nora,” he teased. “Are you aching?”
“Yesss,” I hissed.
“Tell me where, my dear,” he said. “Let me help you.”
I was in a predicament. I knew I was close to a release, but was it too far, having my boss’s fingers inside of me? I was enjoying the fake ignorance between us. If he touched my pussy, that illusion would shatter, and neither of us would be able to deny this was more than just a massage. Was there some way around this?
“Right under my glutes,” I said. “Could you push up under there?”
Noah was silent for a moment. I must have taken him by surprise. I had just drawn my line; was he going to honor it?
“Of course, my dear,” he said.
His hands moved further apart, and he began to dig his thumbs deep underneath my cheeks.
“Oh, wow,” I breathed, my pleasure picking up where it had left off. But his touch was too gentle; a tease for my aching desire as I tried to grind my hips downwards.
“Harder,” I pleaded.
Noah complied, and my body began sliding back and forth against the desk.
I thanked myself for picking out the panties with the little embroidered anchor, for that anchor was now rubbing me to climax. Each time Noah pressed into my ass, my body jerked forward, my clit stimulated by that bumpy patch in my panties as I forced my hips downwards.
“That’s it!” I cried. “Keep going!”
I had no idea if Noah had caught on, but he didn’t let me down. He continued to plow my body forward with his hands, relieving the tension in my posterior and the ache of my pussy at the same time.
My voice had become one long moan, rising and falling with each stroke. Finally it broke in a high-pitched yelp. My pussy shuddered and my legs clamped together as my orgasm shot down from my clit into my legs. I groaned, shaking under Noah’s hands as he continued to knead my round ass.
The stimulation became too much, and I lifted my hips off the desk and slapped my hands down on his to stop him. He immediately seized his pounding rhythm in favor of a gentle caress, tangling our fingers together.
When I had had enough, I slid my fingers out from between Noah’s and pushed myself up. I rocked back on my knees and lifted my ass, stretching luxuriously. Finally, I slowly turned over and spun myself around to face Noah, making sure to push my phone behind me. I doubted he noticed, since his eyes were on my bare chest.
“That was great,” I whispered, smiling indulgently. “Thank you so much.”
Noah’s eyes looked wild as he met mine, his body tense. “My pleasure,” he rasped. “Anytime.”
“I wish I had the body strength to return the favor,” I said a little shyly. In truth, I felt bad having used him like that.
“No worries, Nora,” Noah said with a smirk. “You do so much for me, you deserve a few freebies.” I had no doubt whether he had caught on now – he knew, alright.
“Aw, you are so sweet. The best boss ever,” I said, smiling broadly. I slid myself off the desk and gave him a hug, pressing my breasts firmly against him. I pushed my fingers experimentally into his unyielding back. Just as I had thought, ineffective.
“Maybe if I walked on your back…” I pondered allowed wryly.
Noah laughed. “It’s alright, my dear. Bringing you pleasure is rewarding enough.”
I had half-expected him to demand a more blatantly sexual favor, and was relieved he hadn’t. If anything would have broken our feigned-innocence, that certainly would have been it.
I pulled away, giving him a half-shrug. “I’d better get to the paperwork now.”
“Of course,” Noah said, clearing his throat. Remembering our working relationship seemed to have helped him regain his composure, even if his bulge looked bigger than ever. He handed me a set of keys. “Make sure to lock up, Nora.”
With a final pat on my ass, he grinned, unbolted the door, and walked out of the office.
I immediately lunged for my cellphone. I turned the volume back up, took it off speaker phone, and held it to my ear.
“Levi?” I gasped.
“Jesus,” a deep, passionate voice hissed on the other line. I realized he was panting, and I began to giggle.
“Did you enjoy that?” I whispered.
“Hell yeah,” Levi groaned. “I hope you did too. Though judging by the sounds you were making…”
“Mmm, not bad,” I said demurely. “It was just a massage.”
“The hell it was!” he laughed. “I wanted to come over there myself. I wanted to storm in there and finish you off, but I couldn’t make it out the damn door.”
I laughed, picturing Levi’s struggle between my pleasure and his own.
“He never got inside me,” I said huskily. “That would have just been bad for the work environment.”
“And our little friend?” he asked in a deep voice, referring to my now very happily-raw clit. “Did he get to play with her?”
“Oh no, but I did.” I laughed shyly and blushed. “I got my orgasm hands-free, too.”
“You little devil,” Levi growled.
“A little bit of friction against the desk…”
Levi groaned. “God, if you had heard me… I knew you couldn’t, but that didn’t stop me from whispering very filthy things to you every time you moaned. And when it sounded like you were answering me…” He let out a moan himself.
My breath hitched as I thought of all the lovely and mildly-dirty things Levi had already said to me, and how they could possibly get even dirtier.
“Oh, I wish,” I sighed. “I wish you could have seen my breasts pressed into that desk, my skirt pushed up around my hips, the way I ground my way to my orgasm.”
“Oh, darling,” Levi moaned. “I knew when you found your spot. That sound you make, that little gasp…”
I giggled again and began to dress, unwilling to pull Levi’s rough voice from my ear. It was amazing that I had only met him yesterday, and we were talking like this. Levi had set my blood boiling in our first meeting, and it seemed nothing could cool it now.
“I’ve never fought so hard for an orgasm and won,” I said. “A little brush doesn’t usually do it.”
“It seems the more you have, the easier they come, Norrra,” he burred, the drawn-out “r” sounding even more delicious in my ear.
“God, if he had used his fingers, I would have been a goner in seconds,” I breathed. “Knowing you could hear me too…”
“I thought he did,” Levi said. “I thought it was him playing with your sweet pussy. But if I had known what you were really doing…” He groaned in longing.
“Are you hard, Levi?” I asked huskily, shifting my paperwork from the chair back to the desk. “Have I given you another load to deal with between your legs?”
“You’re a cock whisperer, Norrra,” Levi laughed gruffly in reply.
“Says the man with the silver tongue,” I breathed. “If I had been able to hear you whispering to me, I’m sure I would have come even without that little anchor on my panties.”
“I’m glad it was the anchor that did it and not his old fingers inside of you,” he said in a deep, grumbling voice. “I wanted to get there first.”
“I already asked you to earlier,” I huffed. “It would be your own fault for missing out.” But I had to agree with him. I wanted Levi to be my first – my first for everything. I wanted the man who had awoken my fire to be the one to show me how to share it with another person.
Levi sighed. “I know,” he said. “But I needed you to see how beautiful you were touching yourself.”
“Well…” I said, smiling to myself. “You did get there already, just with your tongue instead.”
“Mmm,” Levi said, savoring the memory. “But not the way I would have liked to. You were already so sensitive from your third orgasm of the day. I had to be gentle giving you your fourth.”
“I reached five,” I reminded him, feeling hot and breathless at the memory of his muscular tongue deep in my sex. “Just like you asked me to. Now what do I get?”
“You get spoiled,” Levi growled. “Spoiled rotten. Just wait until I get my hands on you.”
But I doubted I could make him feel anything so powerful. He had helped me discover and understand a part of myself I had never known. I was too inexperienced – in no place to do the same for him. Besides, he was one of the most self-aware people I knew; he didn’t need that kind of help.
Levi was occupying the majority of my thoughts as I pushed into the head-lifeguard office, and I was almost surprised to see Noah, my boss, sitting behind his desk. I winced at the sound of the door closing behind me, shutting us up alone together.
I had nearly forgotten what I was wearing. Levi had requested that I wore knee-highs to his house earlier, and in my excitement to dress up, I had pulled together a full sailor-inspired outfit to match them.
My kneesocks were striped blue and white with little red anchors at the cuffs, my feet clad in cute red flats topped with little bows. I was wearing a short, blue skirt and a white tank top. Underneath were a pair of red panties embroidered with a white anchor on the front, and a blue bra that clearly showed through my shear top.
It wasn’t the most daring outfit, I had to admit, but I couldn’t help but feel it was a little too inviting for my boss. It was hard to believe that thirty-five-year-old Noah had felt me up only this morning, leaving me breathless and wet, but I could feel the resulting tension in the room. I had enjoyed it, and was looking forward to pushing the envelope a little, but I was afraid my outfit would push us too far.
After all, a seventeen-year-old girl shouldn’t cross certain lines with her employer.
“Nora! Just in time,” the boss in question cried upon seeing me.
His light blue eyes sparkled up at me, contrasting starkly with his tanned face. He stood and strode over to me, smiling brightly.
“You look absolutely precious, my dear,” Noah said. “Did you get all dolled-up just for me?”
I held back a snort. This man was rather cocky, I thought. It must have been the result of that handsome face on his athletic body. I bet women his own age threw themselves at him. But even so, Noah clearly couldn’t resist a girl like me.
“Not exactly,” I confessed. Oh hell, if I had the equipment, why not test it? I twirled around for him, causing my skirt to flutter around my upper thighs. “But you like it?”
“Yes, my dear,” he said. “You look so sweet I could eat you up.”
I tittered and walked past him, taking my place behind the desk I would be occupying for the next three hours, relieving Noah of the end of his shift.
“And your hair,” Noah said, perching on the edge of the desk and looking down at me. “I’ve never seen it so messy.”
I blushed, and ran a hand through my long, black locks. My hair was tousled from fooling around with Levi in his attic. Apparently you didn’t need to have sex to have sex hair.
“I guess I forgot to brush it,” I lied. I was meticulous with most things, especially my hair.
“Bedhead suits you,” my boss said, leaning closer and tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.
“Oh, thanks,” I giggled, looking down and flushing even more deeply.
“Let me brush it out for you, though,” Noah said, hopping to his feet to stand behind me. “You need to look professional if anyone comes in to see you.”
“Sure, of course,” I said.
Noah’s fingers sunk through my hair to my scalp. Gently, he began to pull them through. After the first few knots were uncomfortably brushed out, I began to enjoy it. My scalp was tingling, and I sighed quietly, closing my eyes.
“So what have you been up to for the past couple hours looking so cute, Nora?” Noah asked softly.
“I was hanging out with Lauren,” I said. More lies! And this time I was dragging my best friend into it.
“I’m sure you two have a lot of fun together,” he said, his voice full of innuendo.
I craned my neck back to look right up into Noah’s eyes. I smiled secretively and said, “Yes, we do have a lot of fun.”
He smiled down at me, apparently pleased to hear this. His fingers moved from my tamed tresses down my neck. He settled his hands on both my shoulders, and nodded at the pile of paperwork on his desk.
“Those were the documents I was talking about,” he said. “I’m afraid it’s very dull work.”
“I’ll get through it,” I assured him, putting a hand over his and smiling up at him.
Noah squeezed my shoulders; first in gratitude, then a couple more times – hell if I knew why.
“God, Nora, you are so tense!” he said. Oh, that was why. His fingers kneaded into my stiff muscles, and I groaned with pleasure. “What have you been doing?”
Not more than ten minutes ago, my body had felt like jelly in my post-orgasmic bliss. Now, though, almost every muscle in my body felt tight.
I shrugged. “Maybe it’s stress,” I said, “coupled with my exercise routine.”
“Let me take care of it for you,” Noah said. “Lie down on my desk and I’ll give you a proper massage.”
My belly squirmed at the thought. “That’s very sweet,” I said.
I moved the pile of paperwork to the chair, then climbed up on the desk on all fours. My skirt was rising up and I was sure Noah could see my panty-clad ass, but I did nothing to fix it. Slowly, I began to lower myself onto my belly.
My cell phone was digging into my hip, so I removed it from my pocket and placed it next to my head. I then laid my cheek down on my folded arms and closed my eyes.
The lock on the door clicked, and a moment later, Noah had come back to the desk. I could hear him opening a drawer, then rubbing his palms together.
“Tell me whenever you’d like me to stop,” Noah said. “You know, if I’m tickling you or something.”
“Okay,” I said. I wasn’t very ticklish, but I knew that wasn’t what he was really talking about. We both had lines; Noah was only making sure he didn’t cross mine.
He began massaging my shoulders with warm, creamy hands, using the leverage he now had above me to dig deeper into my muscles. My tank top left just enough of my shoulders exposed for him to get his hands under it. I groaned luxuriously every time he pressed into a knot.
Levi would like to hear about this, I thought. He had been so turned on the first time I told him about Noah’s fondling hands. I wondered how much further my boss was willing to go. I also wondered if Levi had finished taking care of the erection I had left him with.
Suddenly, I had an idea. My own moans were exciting me – what were they doing to Noah? And what could they do to Levi?
Being very discreet, I moved one of my hands towards my cell to call Levi. I quickly turned the volume down so his greeting wouldn’t tip Noah off, then put it on speaker phone.
I just hoped Levi wasn’t still too busy with his cock to answer the phone.
I could tell by the display when Levi had finally answered. I gave a particularly loud moan then to get his attention. Not to mention, I was very turned on by the situation.
“Oh, Noah,” I sighed. “Could you rub me lower?”
Noah’s hands had worked as far down as they could from the top of my shirt. He removed his hands and pushed my tank up, exposing my back to get to the spot I had requested just below my shoulder blades. As he pressed down, I let out another grateful moan.
“That’s it,” I said. “A little lower…”
He slipped his hands under the band of my bra.
“Oh, you can just undo that if it’s getting in the way,” I said nonchalantly, then added, “The bra, I mean,” for Levi’s benefit.
Noah didn’t need telling twice. He unhooked my bra and laid the bands aside. I was anticipating his large, warm hands settling back on me when I realized he had circled in front of me.
I looked up, my eyes coming in direct contact with the large bulge in his pants. Smiling, I strained my eyes upwards to look at his face.
“I might as well get your shirt off too,” he said.
“Okay.”
Levi then grasped the hem of my top, and as I wiggled, he eased it from under me, dragging my bra along with it. I pressed my bare breasts tightly against the desk, my nipples hardening against the cold surface. When Noah’s hands came back down on my back, I sighed.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” Noah asked.
“Much better,” I mumbled.
My boss’s hands traveled further down my back, his heels digging into me, sending a delicious shiver running up my spine. My panties began to flood as he made contact with the small of my back, pushing hard, then skittering lightly over my flesh.
“Ohhh, yeah,” I moaned. “That’s so good.”
His thumbs pressed firmly into my posterior hips, pushing slightly beneath the band of my skirt. His fingers then moved to my sides, and he began to compress my ribs.
“You’re very good at this,” I said sweetly. “I feel so delicate in your strong hands. I think you could crush me if you wanted to.”
Noah laughed. “Thank you, my dear,” he said. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”
His hands were now just below my breasts, and he moved them up to cup the bottom of them, kneading them like they were just another neutral part of my body.
I let out a very long moan, this one more sexually-fused than the others had been. I hoped Levi was enjoying himself too. I hoped he liked the sounds I was making. Mostly, I hope he had his rock-hard cock in his hand, and was stroking himself with furious abandon. The thought made me whimper with wild delight.
“You like that, Nora?” Noah asked smugly. His fingers came up to the sides of my breasts where they continued their luscious manipulations.
“Oh, yeah,” I sighed.
“How are your legs?” he asked.
“Very sore,” I pouted, looking sideways at him. “Do you mind?”
Noah grinned cheekily, his eyes darkening. “Not at all.”
I scooted forward on the desk so my legs were better supported, leaving just enough room for my head and my cell phone to sit on the surface inside my shoulder.
Noah’s strong fingers swept across my bare back before he began on my calves. I cooed and hummed in pleasure, my pussy flowing in anticipation. His hands worked slowly up my legs, pressing hard on my muscles, stroking lightly behind my knees.
When he got to my thighs, he began kneading from the outside in, slowly inching up as he went. My thighs were the stiffest of all, and his relieving pressure coupled with his sensuous stroking had me floating in a cloud of bliss.
The sounds came easily now. I was moaning and groaning sensually, twitching now and then under his hands. Yes, I could get used to this.
Noah pushed my skirt up and rubbed his hands lightly over my cheeks, making my stomach twist with excitement.
“Those are some pretty panties you’ve got, Nora.”
“Thank you,” I purred in content.
Noah grabbed my ass roughly, working his fingers deep into my flesh, causing my body to rock against the surface beneath me. I cried out in pleasure. The sensation was nearly orgasmic, and I wondered if I would come for the fifth time today on my boss’s desk, fulfilling the challenge Levi had set for me.
The way my body was moving against the desk had caused my panties to inch downwards. I found the little embroidered anchor near my pussy, and I pressed my hips down against it, trying to rub my clit against the frictional surface.
“Do you like being pampered, Nora?” Noah murmured.
“Mhmm,” I hummed.
His thumbs pushed under my panties, working their way up my crevice.
“Oh, yes,” I sighed. “Get deep in there.”
My sex was pulsing, begging him to work south, and he did. Very, very slowly.
Coming back down between my globes, Noah brushed over my anus, making me twitch. He casually circled it a couple times, then continued downwards. I spread my legs, wishing he had pulled my panties off to bare my pussy, but knowing he really shouldn’t.
But his fingers got to my pussy anyway, hovering on the edge without touching. I heard him suck in a breath between his teeth when he felt the slick juices that had seeped through my panties and gathered on the inside of my thighs.
I arched my back, grabbing my breasts underneath me and groaning. I tried to push my hips towards Noah’s fingers, but he wasn’t having it.
“Oh, Nora,” he teased. “Are you aching?”
“Yesss,” I hissed.
“Tell me where, my dear,” he said. “Let me help you.”
I was in a predicament. I knew I was close to a release, but was it too far, having my boss’s fingers inside of me? I was enjoying the fake ignorance between us. If he touched my pussy, that illusion would shatter, and neither of us would be able to deny this was more than just a massage. Was there some way around this?
“Right under my glutes,” I said. “Could you push up under there?”
Noah was silent for a moment. I must have taken him by surprise. I had just drawn my line; was he going to honor it?
“Of course, my dear,” he said.
His hands moved further apart, and he began to dig his thumbs deep underneath my cheeks.
“Oh, wow,” I breathed, my pleasure picking up where it had left off. But his touch was too gentle; a tease for my aching desire as I tried to grind my hips downwards.
“Harder,” I pleaded.
Noah complied, and my body began sliding back and forth against the desk.
I thanked myself for picking out the panties with the little embroidered anchor, for that anchor was now rubbing me to climax. Each time Noah pressed into my ass, my body jerked forward, my clit stimulated by that bumpy patch in my panties as I forced my hips downwards.
“That’s it!” I cried. “Keep going!”
I had no idea if Noah had caught on, but he didn’t let me down. He continued to plow my body forward with his hands, relieving the tension in my posterior and the ache of my pussy at the same time.
My voice had become one long moan, rising and falling with each stroke. Finally it broke in a high-pitched yelp. My pussy shuddered and my legs clamped together as my orgasm shot down from my clit into my legs. I groaned, shaking under Noah’s hands as he continued to knead my round ass.
The stimulation became too much, and I lifted my hips off the desk and slapped my hands down on his to stop him. He immediately seized his pounding rhythm in favor of a gentle caress, tangling our fingers together.
When I had had enough, I slid my fingers out from between Noah’s and pushed myself up. I rocked back on my knees and lifted my ass, stretching luxuriously. Finally, I slowly turned over and spun myself around to face Noah, making sure to push my phone behind me. I doubted he noticed, since his eyes were on my bare chest.
“That was great,” I whispered, smiling indulgently. “Thank you so much.”
Noah’s eyes looked wild as he met mine, his body tense. “My pleasure,” he rasped. “Anytime.”
“I wish I had the body strength to return the favor,” I said a little shyly. In truth, I felt bad having used him like that.
“No worries, Nora,” Noah said with a smirk. “You do so much for me, you deserve a few freebies.” I had no doubt whether he had caught on now – he knew, alright.
“Aw, you are so sweet. The best boss ever,” I said, smiling broadly. I slid myself off the desk and gave him a hug, pressing my breasts firmly against him. I pushed my fingers experimentally into his unyielding back. Just as I had thought, ineffective.
“Maybe if I walked on your back…” I pondered allowed wryly.
Noah laughed. “It’s alright, my dear. Bringing you pleasure is rewarding enough.”
I had half-expected him to demand a more blatantly sexual favor, and was relieved he hadn’t. If anything would have broken our feigned-innocence, that certainly would have been it.
I pulled away, giving him a half-shrug. “I’d better get to the paperwork now.”
“Of course,” Noah said, clearing his throat. Remembering our working relationship seemed to have helped him regain his composure, even if his bulge looked bigger than ever. He handed me a set of keys. “Make sure to lock up, Nora.”
With a final pat on my ass, he grinned, unbolted the door, and walked out of the office.
I immediately lunged for my cellphone. I turned the volume back up, took it off speaker phone, and held it to my ear.
“Levi?” I gasped.
“Jesus,” a deep, passionate voice hissed on the other line. I realized he was panting, and I began to giggle.
“Did you enjoy that?” I whispered.
“Hell yeah,” Levi groaned. “I hope you did too. Though judging by the sounds you were making…”
“Mmm, not bad,” I said demurely. “It was just a massage.”
“The hell it was!” he laughed. “I wanted to come over there myself. I wanted to storm in there and finish you off, but I couldn’t make it out the damn door.”
I laughed, picturing Levi’s struggle between my pleasure and his own.
“He never got inside me,” I said huskily. “That would have just been bad for the work environment.”
“And our little friend?” he asked in a deep voice, referring to my now very happily-raw clit. “Did he get to play with her?”
“Oh no, but I did.” I laughed shyly and blushed. “I got my orgasm hands-free, too.”
“You little devil,” Levi growled.
“A little bit of friction against the desk…”
Levi groaned. “God, if you had heard me… I knew you couldn’t, but that didn’t stop me from whispering very filthy things to you every time you moaned. And when it sounded like you were answering me…” He let out a moan himself.
My breath hitched as I thought of all the lovely and mildly-dirty things Levi had already said to me, and how they could possibly get even dirtier.
“Oh, I wish,” I sighed. “I wish you could have seen my breasts pressed into that desk, my skirt pushed up around my hips, the way I ground my way to my orgasm.”
“Oh, darling,” Levi moaned. “I knew when you found your spot. That sound you make, that little gasp…”
I giggled again and began to dress, unwilling to pull Levi’s rough voice from my ear. It was amazing that I had only met him yesterday, and we were talking like this. Levi had set my blood boiling in our first meeting, and it seemed nothing could cool it now.
“I’ve never fought so hard for an orgasm and won,” I said. “A little brush doesn’t usually do it.”
“It seems the more you have, the easier they come, Norrra,” he burred, the drawn-out “r” sounding even more delicious in my ear.
“God, if he had used his fingers, I would have been a goner in seconds,” I breathed. “Knowing you could hear me too…”
“I thought he did,” Levi said. “I thought it was him playing with your sweet pussy. But if I had known what you were really doing…” He groaned in longing.
“Are you hard, Levi?” I asked huskily, shifting my paperwork from the chair back to the desk. “Have I given you another load to deal with between your legs?”
“You’re a cock whisperer, Norrra,” Levi laughed gruffly in reply.
“Says the man with the silver tongue,” I breathed. “If I had been able to hear you whispering to me, I’m sure I would have come even without that little anchor on my panties.”
“I’m glad it was the anchor that did it and not his old fingers inside of you,” he said in a deep, grumbling voice. “I wanted to get there first.”
“I already asked you to earlier,” I huffed. “It would be your own fault for missing out.” But I had to agree with him. I wanted Levi to be my first – my first for everything. I wanted the man who had awoken my fire to be the one to show me how to share it with another person.
Levi sighed. “I know,” he said. “But I needed you to see how beautiful you were touching yourself.”
“Well…” I said, smiling to myself. “You did get there already, just with your tongue instead.”
“Mmm,” Levi said, savoring the memory. “But not the way I would have liked to. You were already so sensitive from your third orgasm of the day. I had to be gentle giving you your fourth.”
“I reached five,” I reminded him, feeling hot and breathless at the memory of his muscular tongue deep in my sex. “Just like you asked me to. Now what do I get?”
“You get spoiled,” Levi growled. “Spoiled rotten. Just wait until I get my hands on you.”
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