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Chapter 12
Two more months passed and Eveline was starting to feel torn in two. She
knew that she was falling for Gerry, but she was also aware that Theresa
would be back within the month and that would be the end of their little
escapades on Monday and Thursday nights. She didn't want them to end, but
she was unsure how Gerry felt. She knew he enjoyed their "sessions"
immensely but as far as she could see the only way for them to continue
after Theresa's return was to go to her flat. She thought that if she
suggested this to him he would probably agree, after all he could tell his
girlfriend he was still doing overtime and she would be none the wiser.
But for her it would feel strange to have him in her home, her private
haven.
It would be harder to say goodnight knowing that she would want him to
stay the night, and the apartment would undoubtedly seem empty when he
left to go home. She would like nothing better than for him to stay, she
would love to fall asleep with him, their bodies wrapped around each
other. It would be so nice to feel protected and wanted, but he wouldn't
be able to stay, she knew. She was worried that the situation between them
would change and she would become clingy and thus lose him, for he
obviously liked her power and control, both in sexual situations and in
her personality. She wondered briefly what his girlfriend was like. Was
she very frail and feminine and in need of his commanding masculine
presence to look after her and make decisions for her? She had no idea.
But she did think that such a woman might irritate him more than the
positive affect of his feeling needed in such a relationship. Anyway she
saw no reason whatsoever that they had to stop their "relationship", all
that was required was a change of location and whilst she was concerned
that she might become too attached in the future, it was better than
losing him at the end of this month. It was Thursday today and Gerry was
due to stay late again, and she would ask him how he felt about their
continuing at her apartment in the future, and that way she could stop
worrying about it.
It was gone 7.30pm later that evening by the time Eveline had chance to
even think about making any interesting use of Gerry. There had been too
much real work to do, because of several new contracts. Gerry was dressed
as Tina as usual, and looked stunning in proper feminine office attire.
She had broached the subject of Theresa's return and he had seemed
relieved when she suggested they continue at her place after his official
contract ended. Presumably he was also having too much fun to want it to
end, and had been glad to discover she felt the same.
She smiled to herself as she looked through the blinds, out into the main
office where Tina was leaning over the photocopier busily collating
copies, stapling them together and putting them in the appropriate files.
He had been stood there a while and she suddenly felt like she had had
enough work for tonight. She rubbed her eyes briefly and reached down for
her bag to get her digital camera out. She always kept it charged just in
case she wanted it. She had to get some shots of him in situ, standing
there leaning over, his black skirt so short that when he bent down to
load more paper into the bottom drawer of the photocopier she could see
his panties. They looked like black satin French knickers and from under
his blouse she could see the outlines of a padded black bra, presumably
part of a matching set.
She stood there leaning against the doorframe of her office without his
knowledge and focused on his long slender legs. They really were lovely
legs, firm, long and supple. They looked very feminine in stockings and
yet the few times she had seen them naked they still looked unmistakably
masculine. In fact as a whole person he was a paradox, but a very
interesting one. She knew that he had become aware of her presence as he
stood there at the machine as soon as she had taken the first photo, he
would have seen the flash from the corner of his eye even if his back was
to her, and he may even have heard the zoom of the lens. Without turning
around to acknowledge her, he was exaggerating any movements as he stood
there, posing for her. She took a few more shots and then walked towards
him. She placed the camera on a nearby table and stood right behind him.
She placed her hands on his hips as he continued taking papers out of
their plastic sleeves, copying them and putting the originals to the side.
Even as he tried to concentrate she knew she was having an affect on him
because his breathing had become deeper, and he was making no attempt to
hide his pleasure at her touch. She ran her hands down the skirt and then
slipped them underneath it, slowly pushing the skirt up to his waist as
she moved her hands back up the outside of his thighs. Sure enough, a pair
of black satin French knickers were exposed and she ran her hands over the
front of them, smiling as her hands found the tiny damp patch, aware of
his sharp intake of breath as her hands brushed over his semi-erect penis.
She gently squeezed and he moaned under his breath. Moving her hands
around to the back she felt the firmness of his clenched buttocks through
the satin, enjoying the silkiness of the material. Then she gently knocked
his legs further apart at the ankles, with her own foot, so that he was
standing there as though about to be frisked.
He had stopped making an attempt to continue working, and his hands were
loosely holding the front of the machine either side of his waist.
Pressing herself against the back of him, she gently took his wrists and
lifted his hands, briefly placing them on the side of her thighs, noticing
his immediate reaction to touching her, something she still refused to let
him do much of. His hands slid down her thighs as far as he could reach
trying to brush the back of her knees, and then slid upwards again and
tried to reach around her for her bottom. She clasped his hands again and
stretching over placed them on the photocopier as far over and as far
apart as Tina could reach. He let her do this unresisting, realizing she
wanted a few more pictures before they did anything else. He stood there,
his chest and face against the top of the machine, his cock pressing
against the front of the photocopier, breathing heavily as he heard her
moving around behind him. He clenched and unclenched his buttocks, pushing
himself against the machine, his erection pushing against the knickers so
much that he could feel the elasticated waist of them was no longer
against his stomach.
Eveline had put the camera down again and was standing behind him, and he
felt her hands run down his back as she leant over him. She raised one of
her knees and pushed against his buttocks, pressing him harder against the
photocopier, and then let her leg slide down the outside of his leg and
then up the inside of his thigh before she put her foot back down on the
floor. She pulled his blouse from out of his skirt and let her hands run
up his back underneath the blouse, gripping his neck tightly for a second
as she ground her hips against him, and then letting her hands run down
his sides, feeling the outline of the bra. She took her hands away and
replaced them on the satin of the knickers, sliding her hands around to
the front and squeezing his now hard cock and tight balls through the
fabric. She let her right hand move up and inside the waistband of the
panties and grasped his penis firmly as he gasped. Her left hand moved
around and slipped up and into the back of the knickers, pushing them down
so that he stood there exposed, as she played with the entrance to his
anus. Keeping a tight grip on his cock, she pushed her forefinger into his
arse until it was fully inserted and then began to make tiny circular
motions inside him as he breathlessly whimpered in front of her. Her
finger was in him as far as it would go but she forced it a few
millimetres further and then withdrew a tiny amount, repeated the movement
in a tiny thrusting motion, imagining that she was wearing the strap-on
and was taking him from behind whilst he was on all-fours. She had yet to
use that, and was wondering whether it would fit.
Despite having a set of anal balls, the vibrating plug, the tip of her
stiletto heel and her finger in there numerous times, he could still be
very, very tight inside. Carefully she put her middle finger against the
base of her forefinger and slowly pushed down the forefinger, using it as
a guide, until she had both fingers fully inserted, refusing to stop
despite his tiny yelps of pain at the intrusion. She knew he loved to be
used and she could feel he was as hard as ever in her other hand, so
despite any discomfort he was obviously horny. Twisting her hand slowly so
that the wrist was facing down instead of up, she pressed her fingers down
inside him, so that they pushed towards his stomach, searching for that
spot within him that would give him more pleasure.
Suddenly she heard the lift doors open down the corridor. The main door to
the office was wide open, and all the lights were on, so it was obvious
people were in here. She looked down the length of the office knowing it
was too far to her own door as she heard footsteps approaching. She
quickly withdrew her fingers from Tina, eliciting a sharp cry from him,
feeling his erection shrivel. But she was panicking by now, and she knew
he had heard the footsteps too and had understood. "Quick" he said, "In
here" and grabbing her hand he pulled her into the nearby stationary
cupboard with him and closed the door behind them. "Who is it?" he
whispered. "It must the new security guard, if it was Alan he wouldn't
come up here while I'm still working" she hissed back at him. "There's no
lock on this door" she said frantically as she stood there. He turned to
her voice and said "He's not likely to try the cupboard door is he? Calm
down Eveline. Just keep hold of the doorknob, and if he tries it and it
doesn't turn he'll think it's locked."
Eveline grabbed the doorknob fiercely and stood there listening. It was
pitch black in the cupboard and all she could hear was their own
breathing, but that didn't mean there wasn't anyone in the main office.
The kitchen area was at the other end and Alan had probably told the new
guy she didn't mind them using their stuff, so he could be making a drink.
As her nerves relaxed a little she cursed herself for panicking. There had
be no reason for her to hide, and in fact the guard was probably wondering
where she was. She had been fully dressed and doing nothing wrong, it was
only Gerry they had needed to hide, because he was dressed as Tina. Now
they were both trapped in this ridiculous situation whereas if she'd still
been out there she could have talked to the guy until he went away again.
There wasn't much room in the cupboard, it was a little like a walk-in
pantry, but there were shelves on all three sides, and there were boxes of
paper stacked on the floor. Because of the way they had rushed in she was
now stood in front of Gerry with her back to him, facing one side of the
cupboard with 3 shelves pressing into her body slightly, one against her
thighs, one against her waist, and one at roughly neck height, holding
onto the doorknob with her left hand for all it was worth. Suddenly she
felt Gerry move closer to her. There were only a few inches separating
them anyway, but now she could feel him gently pressing against her,
rubbing against her, and she could feel his cock stiffening against her
bottom. At first she was a little shocked and released her grip on the
doorknob, but he whispered in her ear "I wouldn't let go just yet, what if
someone tries the door?" and even though she knew it was unlikely, fear of
the seriousness of their situation if they were discovered made her
recover her grip. Her other hand had been leaning against a shelf but as
he pressed against her she tried to push him away with it, knowing that in
her heart she was enjoying her loss of control, and she wanted him to take
whatever he wanted from her. He may still be dressed as Tina but it was
definitely Gerry's breath she could feel against her neck. "Don't move" he
told her, although even if she truly wanted to escape his clutches there
was little she could do in her current position. She felt exposed and
defenceless, and also a little nervous.
She was aware that he was a powerful man, he may not look muscular, but
she had felt him grip her before now and knew he was strong, and she had
run her hands over his body often enough to know there was hidden strength
in his biceps and legs, despite his occasional graceful feminine stature.
And she had teased this man mercilessly for over 5 months now, barely
letting him touch her, and never letting him inside her, and perhaps she
had pushed too far. She wondered what he intended to do, and how rough he
would be, and thought that whatever he did there was little she could do
to resist, and indeed she couldn't imagine wanting him to stop. She could
feel her own wetness through the lace of her thong briefs and she felt
dizzy and light-headed and he hadn't laid a finger on her yet, all he had
done was press his cock against her. She desperately wanted him inside
her, now, but there was no way she would ask for it.
Standing behind her, his erection raging, Gerry realized this was a golden
opportunity to turn the tables on Eveline, and take control of the
situation for a change. He adored being used by her, being exposed, being
made to do things that he wouldn't dream of doing in front of anyone else
even at the times when he knew 30 complete strangers were watching via the
webcam. But he had wanted to get inside her now for months. Every single
time he had stayed late he had climaxed at some point during the evening,
sometimes more than once, so you couldn't say he hadn't enjoyed himself or
been satisfied, but he still felt frustrated because she rarely let him
touch her. Yes, she had made him lick her that time, and she had also
forced him to suck her nipples, and hold her breasts at times, and he had
run his hands over her hips and legs and bottom, but it was always on her
terms. He wanted to hear her moan with pleasure, see her lose control of
herself because of what he was doing to her, but more than anything, he
just wanted to be inside her, and he was sure she wanted it too. In here
was the chance he had been waiting for.
Gently he pressed harder against her until he knew the she must have been
pressed uncomfortably against the shelving. He took her right hand from
where it was pressed against his leg and placed it on the edge of the
shelf in front of her and breathed "Don't let go of it" gently into her
ear, feeling the shiver that went down her back, and noticing that she did
as she was told. Copying the movement she had made outside earlier, he
gently knocked her feet further apart with his own foot so that her legs
were spread as wide as they could be whilst she was wearing her skirt.
With both hands free he slid his hands around to the front of her, and
while he kissed the back of her neck he slowly undid all the buttons of
her blouse until it was open. His hands came up and cupped her breasts in
the bra she was wearing, his thumbs flicking over the already hard nipples
through the lace. Moving his hands upwards a little he pushed the cups of
the bra downwards so that her breasts were falling over the top of the
bra, exposed. She was moaning gently and he nipped at her neck as she
arched back against him. Moving his hands behind her he undid the bra and
cupped his hands over her breasts again, pushing the bra out of the way,
and gripping her nipples. He squeezed gently and she sighed with pleasure.
He slowly increased the pressure of his grip listening all the time to her
deep breaths, knowing that she must be in some pain, but aware that she
seemed to like it.
Finally he released his grip and slid his hands down over the front of her
skirt and down her thighs, pushing the skirt up to her waist and putting
his right hand between her legs over her knickers. He could feel that they
were wet and he smiled. As he moved his hand away and held her waist in
both hands he could sense her disappointment and he felt a wave of power,
as he realized it was his turn to tease her without mercy. Aware of the
limited space he carefully eased himself downwards until he was crouched
behind her. His moved his hand to her buttocks and spread them apart as
she stood there, and pressed his face against her, his tongue probing the
entrance to her anus around the thin string thong of the back of the
panties, as she tried not to make too much noise above him. He let his
hands drift back to her waist and slowly pulled the panties down until
they were around her thighs, making her even more exposed, and then
resumed licking between her spread cheeks, before slipping his own finger
into her anus in retaliation for earlier than evening. His other hand slid
around to her front and passed briefly over her clitoris before his finger
roughly forced itself into her soaking wet vagina. She cried out a little
then, and he hoped they hadn't been overheard. He crouched there,
thrusting a finger into both her front and back, enjoying feeling her legs
shaking with weakness.
A few minutes later he removed his fingers and carefully stood, rubbing
her clitoris with the fingers of his right hand. She was wet through and
he knew she wanted him badly, she was making no effort to resist him, and
seemed to be near climax, and he realized how frustrating it must have
been for her too, to not let him touch her. Pulling his penis out of his
knickers he stood against her and firmly but gently pushed himself into
her vagina, all the way, feeling her sigh with relief. He gently thrust
against her, slowly at first, almost withdrawing all the way, enjoying her
desperation to have him back inside her each time he pulled back, and then
suddenly he thrust fiercely into her as far as he could making her cry out
again. Thinking but not really believing that someone may still be in the
main office, he took his left hand and clamped it over her mouth tightly,
but it only seemed to make her moan more. Raising his eyebrows at the
response he smiled as he continued to thrust into her rhythmically and
took his other hand away from her clitoris, briefly wishing he had more
hands, and took hold of her neck forcing it backwards. He was near climax
himself but he didn't want to finish before she did, and aware that she
was turned on by the position he was holding her in, he relinquished his
grip momentarily and took the hand that she was still holding the shelf
with and pushed it down until she was touching her clitoris. Forcing his
bodyweight hard against her he whispered "Play with it" and when she
obeyed immediately he added "I don't want you to stop until I've heard you
cum, do you understand?" and he felt her nod in agreement being unable to
speak properly for his hand was muffling her mouth, and the other hand had
a rough grip on her neck and was pressing into her windpipe. Within
seconds he felt her spasm as she began to climax and she seemed to
collapse further forwards into the shelves not that there was much more
space available, breathing quick and hard.
Her legs were shaking but he wasn't ready to let her go yet. He wasn't far
from climax himself and he took both his hands and placed them on her
breasts again, taking a fierce grip on both nipples as he thrust into her,
harder and harder, faster and faster, enjoying the tiny cries his
penetration evoked, until he finally shot his seed into her and stood
there still inside her, twitching occasionally until his body finally
relaxed and he calmed down. Lifting his head from against her shoulder he
asked "Are you okay?" and Eveline meekly replied that she was. His penis
had shrunk now and naturally come out of her but it was still against her
body and he pulled back and replaced himself in his knickers. Holding her
chin gently in one hand and turning her to face him slightly in the dark
he said "Are you sure?" Eveline felt worn out but realised he was worried
about her now they had finished and she took her hand and pulled his body
towards her with what grip she could manage and said "I'm fine, honestly."
Gerry nodded to himself, and leant against her gently, aware that the
shelving must have been digging against her each time he had thrust into
her, but she had not complained. He didn't want to hurt her and so he held
her carefully as he hugged her from behind, and she held onto one of his
arms as they encircled her.
They stayed liked that for a few minutes until he finally said "I don't
think there's anyone out there." Eveline strained to hear any noise and
said "I'll slip out first and check" and then just as she was about to
turn the doorknob she suddenly said "Oh no, I left the camera turned on
out there on the table, in full view of anyone walking around, what if
they looked at the pictures on it?" her voice rising in panic again.
"What, you mean this camera?" he said, a smirk in his voice even though
she couldn't see him in the dark, as he took the camera from the shelf
behind him and put it in her hand. "Bastard" she said. But he could hear
the happiness in her voice, and knew she didn't mean it. Suddenly, she
forced herself to twist around so that she was facing him, even though he
knew it must have hurt her in the lack of space, and before he knew it her
arms were around his neck and she was holding him tightly. He held her
close and stroked her back until she slowly released him, feeling
surprised but pleased by the show of emotion. He kissed her lightly on the
forehead and patted her bum and said "Go..." and she opened the door a
crack and peered out. "It looks safe" she said and went out to look around
before calling to him to come out. He came out of the stationary cupboard
blinking at the brightness of the neon lights and saw that she was
giggling "What?" he said, bewildered. "Nothing...You're just the last
person I expected to come out of the closet..." she smirked. Mocking anger
he said "Shut up you" and threw a handle of papers from the nearby
photocopier at her saying "I'm going to get changed" and with that he made
for his desk and picking up his sports bag stalked off to the toilets in
his stiletto heels.
When he came back minutes later, he threw his bag down and walking over to
her gave her a bear hug and apologized for having hurt her earlier on. But
she didn't seem the slightest bit bothered, and together they inspected
the red marks against her waist and thighs from the shelving, and the
finger marks where he had had hold of her neck and throat. "Polo necked
top tomorrow?" he asked her. "I guess so" she said smiling "Are you off
now?" she asked him. He smiled at her ruefully "It's getting late." She
glanced up at the digital clock on the wall which read 8.48pm. That meant
that from starting to take pictures to finishing each other off in the
cupboard they had somehow lost an hour and twenty minutes. She was
surprised, but shrugged as she looked back at him. "Okay, I'll see you
tomorrow." And she leant over and kissed him on the cheek, but he took her
cheek in his hand and kissed her properly on the mouth before pulling away
and saying "Goodnight then" and walking away, feeling bad for leaving her
so soon after having his way with her, and wondering how she felt about
the whole situation, and also how he himself would feel tomorrow, because
the way he felt right now, he didn't want to go. He wanted to spend the
night watching her sleep as he watched over her, brushing the hair out of
her face and holding her against him. But he went anyway, leaving her
standing in her office door coffee cup in hand, still looking slightly
dishevelled from his onslaught.
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