My Summber Boss 7

Not much sex, sorry for the ending, it was just dragging on and on.


“Eve, you’re…you’re freaking me out.” I stammered, slowly backing away until I bumped up against her desk. I couldn’t see her at all, the windowless room being pitch black. I had to suppress a squeak of shock as she grabbed handfuls of my shirt. The next thing I felt were her soft lips on my own, and then pain as she slowly leaned me backwards over her desk. I thanked my lucky stars that she didn’t have much on her desk, nothing sharp and nothing too hard.

“Mm, I’ve always wanted to have sex in my office.” She breathed, before kissing me tenderly again.

“What? No way!” I exclaimed, scrambling away from her as best I could, up and over the desk, tumbling down onto her chair and to the floor. She followed me the whole way, knocking papers from her desk and grabbing at my leg to stop me.

“Oh Tom, please. Only this once I swear, just a quick one. Please!” However quick or agile or enthusiastic she might have been, I was still bigger and stronger than her. But for the life of me I just couldn’t pin her down or get away from her, she was everywhere. I stumbled around her office, unable to find the door and slamming into her desk at every turn like a wounded bear.

“No Eve! No! Someone’s gonna catch us!” I continued to protest. I stopped, confused, as I realized she wasn’t chasing me anymore, she wasn’t grabbing for me either, everything was still except for my labored breathing and my pounding heart. I slowly turned in a circle, squinting into the black for any sign of where she went, but found nothing.

“Eve? This isn’t funny. Seriously, come on.” I was beginning to panic again. Suddenly something hit the back of my knee, and being as tall as I was, that meant I was going down because of it. I went down on one knee, trying to get back up as quickly as possible when Eve landed on my back, looping her arms around my neck.

“Tommy please.” She pleaded in her best, and most innocent, little girl’s voice.

“Eve, no. The next chance we get I promise. But not here, not now.” She squeezed a little, reminding me that she believed she was in control here. “What about after work huh?” It was a little hard to speak from the way her arms were wrapped around me.

“But where’s the fun in that?” she whined, squeezing harder. I grunted and sat back, making it awkward for her to keep hold of me. But she didn’t give up, stoically clinging to me.

“You…ehr asked for it.” I grunted, slowly rolling back, trapping Eve underneath me.

She instantly let go, “Uhg! Get off, get off, you’re heavy!” she gasped, slapping at my shoulders.

“Oh, are you under there? I didn’t notice. And besides, you’re comfy.” I replied smugly. She tried to grab me, or pinch me, but I seized her hands and held them tight even as she continued to struggle.

“Fight all you want, I’m not getting up until you calm down and get control of your ridiculous sex drive. Understand?”

“It’s not ridiculous.” She demurred quietly, ceasing her fighting. I held still for a few more moments, making sure she wasn’t up to anything. I got off of her and felt my way to the light switch, flipping them on and looking back down at her. I was surprised to find she had undone most of the buttons on her blouse, her lacey black bra clearly visible.

“Oh Eve, come on.” If I was honest with myself, I think I hurt her feelings. She pouted and sat up against the wall, slowly, dejectedly, buttoning up her shirt. As if the fates collaborated to screw with me the door burst open and Brook scooted in.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Angry didn’t cover how she sounded to my ears.

I looked back at Eve, only to see a truly evil grin, “Wow, Tom I’m exhausted, we have to do this more often.”

“Tom!” Brook turned dark red and clenched her teeth, clearly holding back something she wanted to say.

“Brook I-I…I didn’t do anything.” I squeaked.

She shook her head and sighed, “Just shut up.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of Eve’s office, to the sound of her laughter.

“Seriously Brook, I didn’t do anything! Sh-she jumped me, but we didn’t do anything.” As soon as I finished speaking, I realized we weren’t heading for either of our cubes, or the caf?or that matter.

“I don’t care Thomas. Don’t speak.” She hissed, jerking my arm to pull me along faster. My heart rate skyrocketed when she swiped her access card through the card reader next to the security door I had become so familiar with last summer.

“Where are we going?” I asked tentatively, fearful of incurring her wrath. She stopped a few feet beyond the second door and turned on me, pinning my soul with her mesmerizing grey eyes.

“Tom,” she said slowly, deliberately, “be quiet.” I hung my head in submission and allowed myself to be pulled along. We headed into the warehouse, past racks of boxed receivers, transmitters, antennae, and all other manner of radio devices. Deeper into the vast facility, massive crates, taller than me, were stacked in rows that neared the ceiling. The stacks were separated by lanes so the serial numbers could be checked for inventory. It was for one of these lanes that she dragged me.

To my surprise, at the end of this particular stack, the crates stopped a good ten feet from the wall, leaving a rather large open space occupied by a single waist high crate. A thick blanket, of the kind used by movers, was draped over the top of the box. Instead of being able to see the next row to our left and right, the way was blocked by more crates. However, I could see a gap in between two boxes blocking our way to the left.

“Hey! Marco and I have been looking for this damn thing since I started last year.” I said gleefully, shaking off her hand and kneeling in front of the sticker containing the serial number and product designation. “Wow, this is it. Thank you for showing me this baby. The thing caused me so much grief.” I laughed, turning around to find Brook leaning against the stack with her eyes closed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “What?”

She let her fingers run over her face with a sigh, walking over to the crate and sitting down on it. She looked up at me with an expectant expression on her face.

“Do you really think I brought you here for this?” She asked patiently.

“Well, yes actually. What else would we be here for?”

A toothy grin slowly pulled at her lips as she brought her hands up, fingers gracefully undoing the topmost button of her shirt and moving down to the next.

“Oh come on! No, no, no, stop just stop.” I exclaimed, holding up my hands as if to ward her off while I slowly began backing away.

Still unbuttoning her shirt she said, “Stop.” She spoke in a soft voice but it had the same effect as if she had screamed it. In my head I told myself I was still moving away from her, but when I glanced down I found that my feet had rooted themselves to the floor.

“What the fu…”

“Come here Thomas.” She said in that same quiet tone, undoing the last button of her shirt and shrugging out of it. Again, to my utter shock I found myself moving back towards her. What was this, some kind of witchcraft or something?

“Mm yes that’s a good boy.” She purred, reaching out and grabbing my hands, pulling me close to her. I don’t know what she was wearing, perfume wise, but oh my god it was…it was heavenly, seeping into my skull and making my mind fuzzy. It must have shown, because her smile grew and her eyes sparkled with unbridled glee.

“Now, am I gonna have to tell you how to fuck me, or can you be a big boy and take care of it?”

I found myself smiling despite myself, “Only if you stop talking to me like I’m a baby.”

“But you are a baby,” she cooed, letting go of my hands and cupping my face in hers, “you’re my baby.” I know I turned bright red at that, my face feeling like it was on fire, and not just from where she was touching me. She pulled my face down towards her and lightly kissed me on the lips. I was so totally gone now. I think I understood how Brook and Eve felt when they got like this. I put my hands on crate on either side of her and kissed her back relishing the feeling of her soft lips against mine. I couldn’t believe I actually moaned, but as I thought about it, I could care less at that point. I broke away for air but quickly went back, though this time I went for her delicate neck, kissing and lightly nipping at the sensitive skin.

“Yes.” She gasped breathlessly, grasping at anything she could, trying to pull me closer. She had lain back on the crate, forcing me into a rather awkward position. I planted both hands on either side of her head and leaned over her, my thighs against the hard edge of the box. I don’t think I’d ever seen her this worked up before; she was breathing in short, hard intakes, cradling my head to her neck. She shifted her body and I felt one of her legs maneuver between mine, the toned limb rubbing against my now raging erection, eliciting a sharp breath through my teeth.

“Ohh, I want that.” She moaned, pushing her leg harder against my cock.

“Hmm, you can have it.” I sighed, kissing her on the lips again. Apparently this was just what she wanted to hear because she squeaked out this little noise and reached down my body, grabbing my belt and pulling me completely on top of her. The bulge in my pants pushed into the junction of her legs and she had to bite back a loud moan. It took me a moment to realize it but, I noticed that Brook was completely comfortable with my weight on top of her. If I wasn’t mistaken, this was the first time of that.

She kissed me long and passionately before breaking away with her mouth open, gasping, “Ok, enough!” Suddenly my belt was undone and her hands were shoved into my boxers, her delicate little fingers taking hold of my shaft. All the while her eyes flicked over every little detail of my face that indicated my emotions.

“C’mon Tom.” She encouraged, taking one hand out of my pants so she could pull up her skirt. I took a hand from next to her head and let my fingers roam up her smooth leg. Reaching deeper under her skirt, I was floored to find out she wasn’t wearing any panties. I swore I saw her put them on this morning! She must have taken them off before we left, like when she went to the bathroom or something.

“Someone’s a naughty girl.” I breathed into her ear.

“Yes…very.” She stopped pulling up her skirt and grabbed my belt again, dragging me closer as she pulled my dick out of my pants, aiming it at her crotch. I finished getting her skirt out of the way and slowly let my hips begin to drop forward.

“Ready?” I asked softly, the head of my cock pushing against her outer lips but not entering her. I kept doing this for a few more minutes, sometimes just tracing the outer area and other times only letting the head inside.

“Yehess.” She was breathing heavily, rapidly sucking in air, her stomach going crazy against me as a result. I grinned and let my hips down farther, inch by slow inch forcing its way into her insane tightness. I was trying to be careful, this being the first time she wasn’t completely in control. It was actually difficult to get into her and I found myself struggling to push my cock deeper and deeper.

“Uh, uh, is it…uhn…is it in yet?” she gasped breathlessly.

I looked down and couldn’t stop a massive smile from stretching my lips; it wasn’t much more than halfway in. I told her as much and she groaned, letting her head thump back on the thick padding in exasperation.

“This is ridiculous.” She groaned.

“Not my fault.” I grunted, pushing another inch or two into her gripping confines. “I’m not he one who’s tighter than the day I was born.”

“S-stop saying that!” she said through clenched teeth as I forced the rest of my dick into her. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me up a little to see down her body.

“Oh thank god.” She sighed, relaxing her body, her inner muscles easing up on me slightly. I held still as she played her hand over the area above her pussy like she had done the first time. I fancied I could feel her pushing down on herself through my shaft. She let out a breath she had been holding and let me down on top of her, wrapping her arms around me.

“All set?” I asked. I had been holding still during this, thinking that she would need that time to adjust again. She moved her hips experimentally, causing a shiver to run up both of our spines from the sudden movement, before nodding.

And just as I began pulling my hips back, slowly extracting my shaft from her depths, there was a dull thud followed by a metallic clang that I remembered all too well. Brook froze, her fear widened eyes searching my face for anything that would suggest we had nothing to worry about. Unfortunately I could give her no such reassurance. I knew exactly what that noise meant. That was the sound of the warehouse shipping door opening and the cargo jack being wheeled through it. Which could mean one of two things, that a new shipment of something had come in, which meant we had very little to worry about, OR, it could mean that Marco was searching for something to ship out.

“So where did you say it was again Marco?” The voice of one of the shipping/receiving guys asked in his typical, overly loud, manner. By now I must have looked panicked because Brook had taken hold of my sleeve with a shaking hand.

“Umm, let me see,” I heard Marco’s richly accented voice clear enough, despite his tendency to mumble, “oh yes, stack thirty-nine, row five.