Melissa young office
Near the end of a long day, Melissa appeared in my office doorway.
“Hi Ben,” she said with an expressive smile that told me something was up, especially this late in the day.
“Oh boy,” I replied, looking up from my computer. “This has to be trouble,” Melissa laughed a pretty tinkling laugh that took some of the sting out of what came next.
“John just called from Hawaii,” she told me. John was our director, and even on vacation he managed to make our lives more difficult.
“Yeah?” I raised my eyebrows in mock anxiety. Melissa sighed.
“That report that was due next week? He wants us to get it in tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow!” I exclaimed with exasperation. “But I’ve barely started!” She gave me a sympathetic look, and my attitude softened a bit.
“I know,” Melissa acknowledged, “but I’m afraid it gets worse.”
“What?” I said, now getting a little anxious for real.
“The department heads are meeting at 9am tomorrow and John wants them to have the report by then.” I blew out a breath and ran both hands through my hair.
“Wow,” I said. “That’s a lot of work. Tomorrow morning?” Melissa gave me another sympathetic nod.
“I’m afraid so,” she said. “But there’s a little bit of good news.” I was dubious.
“Yeah? What’s that?” Melissa looked uncharacteristically shy.
“John said I could stay and put in some overtime if it would help you?”
“Oh.” I hadn’t expected that. I looked at Melissa speculatively. She was gorgeous. Long wavy brown hair, big beautiful eyes, lovely face and a figure that swiveled heads whenever she walked by. It was no secret that her beauty was one of the reasons she got the job. Not that the director had any lascivious designs. He was much more devious than that. Melissa was his executive assistant and got all the dirty jobs, from denying budget requests to delivering layoff notices. John was smart enough to know that a beautiful woman took some of the sting out of the worst news. And it wasn’t all looks. Melissa was bright, hard-working and very sweet. Everyone loved her, at least half the office lusted after her, and nobody ever got mad at her. We all knew none of the bad news originated with her, and she did her best to make our lives a little easier.
“Yeah, OK,” I said with another heavy sigh. I thought about what was needed for the project. “Tell you what. If you can pull up the data and spreadsheets from last year, I’ll get started on the new report.” Melissa tilted her head fetchingly and gave me a sympathetic smile.
“Thank you,” she said. “I really appreciate it.” My skeptical old heart melted a little. Funny thing was I believed her.
I opened the file on the computer and began outlining the report, filling in what I could while waiting for data. Melissa sent me some info by email, and brought me more printouts in person. Five o’clock came, and the office started emptying out. I heard the murmur of people making plans, discussing the weather, wondering about dinner, etc. A few poked their heads in to express sympathy or say good night. I just waved distractedly and plugged ahead, determined to get this thing done.
I downloaded the emails from Melissa, formatted the data into tables and charts, and filled in some missing facts from the hard copies she delivered. A few times I asked her to dig out some more reports or data, and she always found them quickly. She hadn’t been promoted just for her looks, after all. She was marvelously efficient.
“I think that’s the last of them,” Melissa said, dropping a small pile of papers on my desk. “Thanks,” I replied. I stretched and yawned, reluctant to begin scrutinizing another set of endless tiny numbers. My eyes felt red, and my back was sore. I stretched and let out another big yawn. Melissa stepped behind me and began massaging my shoulders.
“Jesus, that feels good,” I said. “Careful or you’ll put me to sleep.” We both laughed.
“Just for a minute,” Melissa said. “Just to ease your stress so you can finish.”
“Yeah, thanks,” I replied, closing my eyes. It really felt great. Taking a break allowed me to notice my fatigue. Jesus, what time was it? Melissa moved a little to the side to focus on my right shoulder and upper back, which was extra tight. Guess she could feel it. As she rubbed, I felt her breasts pressing against my back and shoulder with each stroke. She probably didn’t even realize it. Melissa was very well-endowed. I would never have the nerve to ask, but if I had to guess, I’d say she was at least a 42D. And not just because of extra weight, like some of the big girls around the office. She was quite trim and shapely, just, well, buxom is the old-fashioned word I guess. I’d often wished for a closer look at those beauties, but she kept them well-covered. Guess I’d settle for a little gentle pressure of breasts against my back for now.
“OK for now?” I heard Melissa say, and I started awake, realizing that somewhere along the way I had begun to doze. She smiled at me sympathetically.
“Sorry,” she said. “But I think we’re almost done. If you like I can do a little more when we’re finished.”
“Sure,” I said, ruffling my hair and trying to remember where I was. “Sounds great.” I went back to work.
Around 10pm I gathered up my printouts and went looking for Melissa. Found her in the director’s office, looking as fresh as she was, what 14 hours ago? I felt like I’d been run over by a bus and I’m sure looked it as well. I showed her what I had, bending over her shoulder at the desk, pointing out the various parts of the report to confirm it was all there. Somehow through my hazy condition I noticed that Melissa smelled wonderful. Some kind of floral perfume. Was it her hair? I bent a little closer and took a deep breath, trying not to be too obvious, but Melissa noticed. She tipped her head away from me, exposing her neck.
“Like it?” she said. “It’s jasmine.” I hesitated, captivated by the expanse of pale flesh, the graceful curve of her neck, the luxuriant fall of her thick hair and that subtle, intoxicating aroma. I wanted to move closer, to nuzzle her neck, to kiss it, to bite it! I got hold of myself and pulled back, muttering just a hoarse response.
“Yeah,” I managed to get out. Melissa giggled and turned around. She looked up at me from her chair.
“You know,” she said softly, “You’re not the only one who sometimes struggles with proper office decorum.” As I was puzzling that out she took a grip on my tie and pulled me down, planting a kiss on my mouth. I was startled for a moment, but then I kissed her back, awkwardly bending down. Melissa broke the kiss and whispered in my ear.
“There’s the sofa,” she suggested and kissed my cheek. I didn’t need another hint. I turned and led the way to the boss’s couch, an eight-foot expanse of Spanish leather and brass. I’d never sat on it before, but I did now, expecting Melissa to take a seat next to me, but she surprised me again. Standing before me, she bent down and kissed me again, then while we were kissing, climbed up onto my lap, pulling up her skirt and putting a knee on either side of me. I put my arms around her as she settled her bottom onto my lap, pulling her closer and feeling those incredible breasts pressed against my chest. We kissed long and deep before coming up for air.
“Wow,” I said. I know, very eloquent.
“Yeah,” she said. “I’ve been wanting to do that for the longest time.”
“Really?” She laughed with that lovely tinkling sound again.
“Of course! You think I don’t see the way you look at me?” I blushed a little and she laughed again.
“It’s ok. You don’t know how much at looked at you when you were walking away, wanting to just squeeze that cute little butt of yours!” More laughter.
“Really?” I said again. I can only plead fatigue and befuddlement. Melissa looked at me seriously.
“I have to be so careful. I can’t do anything to embarrass the director or it’s my neck. So I never date the men at work, I’m always ever so proper, and I practically dress like a nun. Speaking of which…” she leaned back a little and quickly undid three buttons on her blouse.
“Whew! Much better!” she exclaimed, then caught my downward glance and laughed again.
“Go ahead,” Melissa encouraged me. “Look all you want. Every time I caught you looking at my tits I wanted to pull them out for you to play with or just say ‘go ahead, give ‘em a squeeze!’ But I didn’t dare!”
“No kidding?” Melissa shook her head.
“No kidding! I have spent so much time sitting in that chair and fantasizing about you sometimes I’m afraid to get up for fear I’ll leave a puddle behind!”
“Wow,” I said. I was breaking records for witty comebacks. Melissa leaned closer and brought her cleavage right up to my face. That same lovely floral scent emanated from her breasts. As if in a trance, I lowered my head until my lips met the creamy swell of one breast and kissed it. Melissa sighed.
“Oh yes,” she murmured. I kissed again, then moved my face to the other breast and nuzzled it, pressed my face into her cleavage and inhaled her heavenly scent. I raised my hands and cupped both breasts, lifting them and squeezing them, kissing and licking. I pulled more buttons open, revealing a beautiful creamy expanse of feminine flesh swelling above the cups of a lacy black bra. My cock stiffened, and I groaned, yanking the blouse open and sending the last few buttons flying. Melissa gasped and pulled my head to her chest. I reached around her and unhooked her bra, then wrestled the bra and her blouse off, leaving her bare from the waist up. Her breasts were magnificent, everything my fevered imagination had dreamed of and more. They were full, round and high, almost miraculously so. She had the breasts of a mature woman, but with the gravity-defying lightness of a teenager.
I dove in again, grabbing a nipples between my lips and sucking.
“Oh yes!” Melissa said again. “OH YES!” I sucked, nibbled licked and occasionally bit, my passion growing. Melissa’s nipples grew hard and long, sticking out from her tits as if meant to be devoured. She rode my lap, her hips sliding back and forth, making soft cooing noises as I attacked her tits, spreading her thighs and trying to grind her pelvis against me.
In sudden frustration, Melissa stood and whipped off her skirt, then bent and pulled down her thong panties, a wisp of white lace and tiny yellow ribbons. She stood before me and looked pleased as my mouth fell open in awe. She stretched and put her hands behind her head.
“You like?” she asked teasingly.
“God, you’re gorgeous!” I exclaimed. She giggled.
“Good answer!” Melissa said. She knelt, unfastened my belt and pants, carefully pulled down my zipper, and made a sound of satisfaction when my cock sprang free.
“Mmmmm, I’ve been wanting to see this!” she said, taking it in her hand and then promptly in her mouth. I was almost overcome by the sight of her gorgeous face dipping and bobbing around my cock, the electric sensations practically short-circuiting my brain. But the torture wasn’t so bad that I didn’t whine in protest when she suddenly stopped and climbed up on my lap again. Melissa settled down until her swollen pussy lips met my rigid member and rocked back and forth, eyes closed, humming a satisfied song.
“Oh yes,” she kept saying. “Oh yes, so good. Oh yes!”
Melissa opened her eyes and there was a dark, faraway look in them. She lowered her face and gave me a long, deep kiss, our tongues entwining, her giant tits squeezed hard against my bare chest. She pulled away but kept staring into my eyes as she lifted and took my cock in her hand, then lowered slowly, positioning it at her moist opening then slowly sinking down, taking me inside her, a little more, and more, until finally her eyes closed again as I filled her completely and she let out a deep sigh of contentment.
Melissa began rocking, rocking, and I lifted my hips to thrust into her. She pushed me sideways until I lay flat on the couch and turned with me so we never lost contact. She lifted her hips higher, almost pulling free of my cock, then lowered again, taking me in deep, then again, and faster, faster, harder.
Melissa was emitting soft grunting sounds, almost like a wild animal as she rocked harder. I lifted and pushed into her, matching her stroke, feeling the heat and pressure rise, growing, rising toward the point of no return. Melissa bounced on me and her tits bounced against my chest. She reached one hand between her thighs where I was rooted deeply inside her and began furiously attacking her clit, stroking, rubbing, circling and squeezing.
“Oh yes,” she said again, “Oh yes. Oh fuck. Oh I needed this so bad. Oh fuck yeah. Oh it’s so good. God I love your cock. Oh God. Oh God. OH GOD! OH GOOOOODDD!!!” She thrashed in the throes of a huge, much-needed orgasm, pushing me over the edge. I arched my back and thrust hard into her, erupting in a volcanic flash of hot sperm, roaring like a crazed beast, our cries and moans merging to become a primitive song of lust and fulfillment. I thrust again and again, filling her cunt with my hot seed, again and again, until finally I fell back, exhausted and empty. Melissa collapsed on my chest, still holding me deep inside her. My arms went around her and held her, and I marveled at the feel of those magnificent tits that I had never hoped to so much as see. Life was good.
After some unknown space of replete delirium, Melissa stirred and lifted her glorious body off of mine. I was disappointed to see her begin to put her clothes on again, and she laughed at my expression.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “If you play your cards right, you’ll see it again.”
“When?” I asked, my desire beginning to rise again, and Melissa laughed once more, then bent and kissed me.
“The director's on vacation all next week,” she whispered mischievously. “And his door locks!” She laughed merrily, and I joined in.
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