A Saturday Meeting

Good grief! “What am I going to do!” ran rapidly through my mind. My recent promotion allowed little room for silliness at this point. The proprieties must be maintained…a line from an old movie slipped in and out of my head.

The squeal forced a nimble explanation as Will looked curiously at me.

“It was a bug on my leg,” I laughed nervously, “and it startled me.”

All the while I was trying unobtrusively to free my fingers from Andy’s hand.

The email inbox pinged again and this time popped open to the message: “I’m under the desk. Let’s play. – Andy.”

My fingers were still imprisoned so I was unable to free my hand to close the screen before Will could read it. My temper quickly flared but just as suddenly Andy released my hand. I calmly reached for the mouse and closed the screen – all the while I listened to Will. Luckily he remained at the other side of the desk but then I realized this is why the office furniture had been moved – feng shui be damned! This was all Andy’s doing.

Again, hot breath on my calf ran up my thighs and then a tongue. Soft little licks moved closer and closer up my inner thigh. As quickly as it had appeared my temper dissolved and a secret smile played across my mouth. Will took forever to cover everything and asked far too many questions for my current state. As suddenly as he had begun, Andy stopped. With a small measure of relief I sighed and began to push my chair back a little just as my foot was grabbed. A sandal was slipped off and my foot was in Andy’s hands.

I almost screamed, “Andy, get out of there!” But then all decorum would have been lost and, knowing him, he probably wouldn’t have come out anyway. Sometimes he was absolutely, incorrigibly wicked. And I knew without a doubt this would be his plan for the rest of the day.

Quietly, Andy started to massage my toes, kissed my calf and tongued on down towards my foot. Desperately I tried to push him away with my other foot while acting natural and saying nothing. I thought to myself, “When we are alone he is so going to get a kick!” Unexpectedly, my toe popped into his mouth, knowing how fond I am of that, Andy sucked gently on it. Squirming in my chair was NOT an option as Will meandered on and on.

I could not cut him short, since some of Will’s points were valid but my concentration was precarious. Andy swirled his tongue around the pad of my foot and among my toes. I put my hand to my mouth trying to turn the half moan, half squeal into a yawn.

Still looking at Will, I said, “You know those are complex questions you raise. We need to get the team together Monday, do some brainstorming and develop an action plan.”

As I spoke, Andy’s hand moved up my leg, to my thigh and then it rested just where my shorts began. In a slightly unsettled voice I heard myself say, “Will, could you go ahead and set up that meeting and prepare an overview of all the issues for the team?”

“No problem, Gia, but since they are all here in the office this morning, I’ll just go call them in.”

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