A Filing Fling
© 2002 by Addison Long

Her name was Holly.  She was the only woman he ever hired just because she was beautiful.  When she arrived for her interview that day in her pink suit and pink lipstick, with her red curls bouncing on her shoulders, she had him.  He called her back for a second interview just to look at her again.  He couldn't send her away.  She had skills, well, some surely! Anyway she could learn.  He put her to work.

Today, Thursday, at a quarter to five, she was back.  It had been three years since she left to have her baby, and two years since she moved away with her husband.  Now, Holly sat across the desk from him once again, full of energy, looking every bit as beautiful as before.

"How are you?" He smiled and drank in her face, wondering if he seemed too obviously elated.  He indicated the chair in front of the desk and admired the way she filled her soft blue summer sweater.

"I'm great.  We were in town and I wanted to say hi."

"I'm glad you came by.  Are you back permanently? Looking for a job?" If she were he would fire someone, he thought, knowing he really wouldn't, but thinking it proved that the magic still existed.

"No, my son and I just came back for a quick visit with my parents.  Since we were here, I wanted to talk to you."

They exchanged amenities, talking about their kids, and comparing running notes.  Once they discussed going for a run together when she worked there, but they never managed it.  In the fifteen minutes that passed, the store closed for the day.  The office personnel waved at the door, indicating they were going home.  He made no effort to move from his chair, but he wondered what they were thinking about Mr.  Prim and Proper staying late with a redhead.  He watched to see if Holly made a move to leave.  She didn't.  He heard the faint snap of the front door locking and felt his heart skip a beat.  He'd never been alone with her before.

"I just wanted to stop by and thank you for all you did for me, giving me a job and being nice to me.  You were always so supportive.  And I know I wasn't the best employee." She leaned forward with her hands on her bare knees.

"You turned out fine." The elegant lines of her face and her shiny lips distracted him.  Just then he realized that her interview was the only time he ever saw her in the pink lipstick.  He wanted not to stare, but when she leaned forward her nipples raised the ribbed knit of the sweater, curving the lines.  He leaned back in his chair, trying to be nonchalant, hoping his mouth wasn't gaping open.

"Thanks to you," she said sitting back. "You gave me a chance when I didn't know how to do squat.  And I know how you defended me when most other people here thought I should've been fired for incompetence.  Thank you."

"As I say, you turned out fine.  It was always a pleasure having you here.  And it's really great to see you again." He remembered defending her.  She was learning, he had told the complainers.

She smiled as if she knew how much he liked her and why he hired her. "You were always such a gentleman.  You made me feel important."

"You can work here anytime, Holly."

"I know.  But I'm actually glad I don't work here anymore.  Now I can tell you how I feel." Her smile changed.

"How is it you feel?" He plopped the question out there, stupidly, for lack of anything else to say.  He didn't know how but he had to keep this conversation going a little while longer.  Entranced as always, his thought processes never stopped on business when she was near.

"Is that a new computer?" she asked, changing the subject. "Can I look?" She arose from the chair and came around the desk before he could react.

"Yes, actually it is new and more powerful than the ones we used when you were here." He leaned forward and moved the mouse so the screen came alive.  Holly leaned over his shoulder and looked at the screen.  But his attention rested on the spot where she leaned against him.  Her left breast touched his shoulder blade.  Through her thin sweater there was no mistaking the imprint of her nipple—compact and firm.  He lingered, afraid to move, afraid she might pull away.  She didn't.  He mentally mapped the spot.

When she turned to look at him, her expression had changed.  Something in her eyes was not as he had ever seen them before.  And he knew her eyes, at least from a distance—iridescent blue—but definitely not cool.  He had history with her eyes.  She had taught him to make eye contact.  He'd practiced with her, wondering if she knew what he was doing.  Eventually she would look away, just to ease the tension.  But he never felt she was uncomfortable.  It was more like she bored of playing the game.  Some things, she knew how to do.

She raised herself a little and leaned toward him.  She kissed the top of his bald head. "I've wanted to do that since the day you hired me." She turned and sat down on his lap. "This too." She leaned over and kissed him.  Warm and wet, her mouth covered his.  When her lips pulled back, she watched his face. "Don't tell me you didn't want me to do that."

"I won't tell you that," he said, praying for air.  His pulse pounded in his neck.  He felt the flush of color spreading.

"You've always wanted to kiss me, haven't you?" She asked with a little hesitation as if somehow it might be possible that he did not.  But deep inside she had confidence.  Instinctively, he knew she always had confidence when alone with men.  When she was this close, she could always be in control.

"Yes, from that first day and the pink lipstick."

"I wanted it too, but it wouldn't have worked." She leaned over and kissed him again.  He responded. "I'm glad we moved away.  It kept me from getting us in trouble." She leaned back a little and he found himself looking at her breasts under her sweater.  She smiled.  Her fingers undid the top three buttons of her thin sweater. "You always wanted to do this too.  You used to try to look down my blouse."

"You noticed?"

"A woman notices that.  I kept trying to show you, but it was too hard here in the office.  I couldn't be too obvious.

"I once thought I caught a glimpse of a tattoo or a mole.  I spent the rest of the time you worked here trying for another glimpse."

Holly leaned over him again and pressed her lips to his.  He kissed her back and felt them both stirring.

"Now's your chance," she said as she unbuttoned the rest of the buttons.

He lifted the edge of her sweater away from her right breast where he distinctly remembered seeing the dark spot.  Just to the side, up a little and back from her nipple was a raspberry birthmark shaped like half a butterfly.  He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the mark.

"Touch me with your hands." She leaned back and opened her sweater more.  He cupped her small breasts in his hands, feeling their firmness.  His palms passed over her nipples and felt how hard they were, like unripe berries.  She reached up and held his hands against her breasts; then she rose, putting her hands behind his neck, pulling him toward her. "Suck me."

When his tongue passed over her nipple, she moaned.  He sucked her into his mouth, and her movement became more urgent.  She leaned into him and rocked her breast in and out of his mouth. "You know what made me want to come here today? Besides me being here in town with Jake back in New Mexico." Her voice was ragged, breathy. "I was thinking on the plane about seeing you.  I was thinking about filing.  I did pretty good at filing." She turned her head a little to watch him at her breast.

He paused, thinking what an odd time to have a conversation. "Oh, I used to love to watch you file," he said as he nuzzled her. "There was one pair of white slacks that drove me wild.  I couldn't figure out why I couldn't see through them, they were so thin.  I was forever trying to decide if you had anything on underneath."

"Sometimes I didn't.  Jake was working all night most nights, or I thought he was, and I was so horny I could die.  Sometimes I came to work with no panties because it just felt sexy, but I had to be careful because I would get wet thinking about him and almost drip from wanting him, and he wasn't there, so I wanted you instead.  But the reason you couldn't see was that they had a silk lining.  I loved to slide around inside those slacks.  I would file the accounts payable in the lower drawers while bending over.  I knew you were watching.  I used to dream that you came over and pulled down my slacks and took me from behind.  I didn't even care who saw us."

"Why didn't you let me know?" He knew about fantasies.  He had enough for ten men.  He did want to let her give him some sort of explanation.

"You would've gotten fired, and I would've gotten divorced, you know all about that.  Besides, I was a little afraid that you would just think of me as a kid and reject me." That little lie didn't faze her at all. "I loved Jake then and still do—even though I want to kill him."

"So that's what this is about.  What's wrong?" While he was gullible, he wasn't stupid enough to think he was the object of her desire.  Maybe he was just safe.

"He's got a big-titted blonde receptionist, and he's slept with her." She gasped for air as her voice quivered.  Now she was telling the truth.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, I want to do something about it.  Help me."

"Are you sure that's wise?"

She arched her back and brushed her nipple over his mouth. "Don't tell me you're going to turn this down?" Holly moved back a little.  She found his belt buckle and tugged it open.  She looked up and then began opening the zipper.

"I don't know that I could resist you, then or now."

"But you seem hesitant now, knowing about me and Jake."

"Are you sure you want to do this just to make Jake feel bad?"

"I want to make us feel good.  You don't have to resist, not today.  I don't work for you anymore. " She peeled back his trousers, exposing his seething erection. "I want this," she said, stroking him up and down.  She slid from his legs, down onto the floor in front of his chair.  She flipped her hair to the side so he could see her and looked up at him. "I want you to watch me," she said and opened her mouth just a little. "Do you want me to touch you? Tell me."

"Oh God yes, please." The words barely escaped his mouth.  She didn't kiss or rub.  With her fingers and thumb she held his erection out toward her.  In her left hand she produced a pink, strawberry-scented condom.  He could smell it.  She slipped it on him.  Then suddenly she took the entirety of the head of his cock into her mouth—hot, wet, smooth, and slippery.  He gasped as her moist lips pushed the condom down his shaft.  As she pulled back, she rubbed the flat side of her tongue along under his head and set him further afire.

"How was that?" she grinned.  Her tongue swirled across as if she were lapping at the moisture he felt there.  He swelled larger as she opened her mouth and approached again.  She knew he was holding his breath.  Then she took him again, touching every surface of the head of his cock all at once.  Her mouth dripped with saliva, and he became slippery.  She pulled back again, teasing him.  With the tip of her tongue, she began tracing the long bulging blue veins on the under surface his throbbing erection.  Working her way to the top, she held the vein at the base of his cock closed, making it swell bigger and bigger.  Holly traced a little line all around the helmet-like rim; then she licked it all over, swirling her tongue like she was preventing an ice cream from dripping.  When she took him into her mouth again, he thought he might die.  Never had anything felt so intense.  He strained to feel every molecule that her tongue passed over.  She dipped onto him again and again.  Then she pulled back and brushed her hair back from her face. "I want you inside me.  I need it." She rubbed her thumb along the surface of his glans.

"Come back up here and have him." He reached for her arms but she resisted.

"No, my fantasy is very specific.  It happens in a certain way.  I have imagined this until I'm raw." She stood up, covering her breasts with her sweater, and she smoothed her short pleated skirt.  She stepped back then and began walking around the desk. "I have filing to do." She stepped out of the office and across the hallway to the filing cabinets, just where he used to watch her file.  At the wall of filing cabinets, Holly opened one of the mid level drawers and leaned over it.  She closed that one and opened the one below it.  Now she bent over halfway or more.  Her skirt rose up in back just like when she filed in that spot years ago.  She began to undulate, like she was swaying to some unheard music.

He got up from the chair, trying to adjust himself back inside his trousers without a lot of success.  His pink erection guided him across the hall.  When he was in the file room, he sat down in a low rolling chair and moved over behind her.  He slipped his hands under her skirt and slid them up the outside of her thighs.  Her warm smooth flesh invited him higher, and he became excitedly aware that she wore nothing underneath.  His hands swirled over her callipygous curves.  With his fingers on the outside of her skirt, he worked it up slowly, catching the hem with his thumbs and fanning his fingers out over her bottom.  She stretched up onto her tiptoes, while pressing her thighs together.  He folded her skirt up on her back and cupped the luscious globes of alabaster flesh in his hands as he leaned forward and kissed her.

She pressed back against his mouth. "Does my ass feel as good as you thought it would?"

"Even better." He slipped the back of his left hand down the center of her cleavage, turning and sliding it between her legs as she opened to his touch.  She soaked his hand as his fingers traced their way up her lips, kneading carefully.  Her legs opened more.

"Oh God yes." Holly pushed down onto his hand, pressing his fingers against her clit as he began to stroke her.  He slipped off of the chair behind her and approached her with his mouth. "Don't," she said and turned her head toward him. "I just want you to fuck me.  You always used to just come up behind me and slip your cock inside me." She closed her legs on his hand. "I want that."

Standing behind her with his erection resting between her legs, he rose deliberately, dragging it dramatically through her lips.  She dripped desire.  He stopped, poised with his tip against her opening.

"Oh yes," she inhaled sharply, anticipating.

As he dipped inside her lips just a fraction, Holly squirmed.  She reached back for him, wanting him inside.  He stroked her bottom and slipped his cock along her slit, pressing a little, stopping once again at her opening.  She took another little step to the side, opening her legs to him more.  Holding onto the handles of the file cabinets, Holly pushed herself onto his erection just an inch more and moaned.  But he held her back, keeping her off of his cock.  Still she pulled at him.  He leaned forward, penetrating her a little more before retreating.  Holly's soft growling moan emerged as he slid inside her. "More," she said, "More."

As he entered her fully she began to lunge forward and backward while holding the file cabinet handles.  It was like she was skiing, her knees were bent and she rocked back and forth with her arms controlling her.  His hands caressed her back and her waist and he encircled her body with his arms, pulling her down onto his raging erection.  Still she wanted more.  He opened her sweater and cupped her breasts, but she was lunging onto him so hard that he could not concentrate.  He tried to slow her down, but she would have none of it.  She wanted him plunging into her body.  He wrapped his arms around her waist and his fingers found her swollen clit.  When he touched it she began to pant and sing out with little yelps.  Then suddenly Holly got louder: "Yes, Yes, Oh God Yes!" She cried out and immediately began pulling her legs closer together.  As her legs closed on his moving erection, she grew louder still.  He moved faster.  She was close; he wanted to be there too.  As he stroked deeply inside her, she grasped him with her muscles and slowed him down, holding him stationary for seconds at a time, while her muscles pulsed all around his cock and she shuddered, sending waves of pleasure through them both.  Then she released him to slide out and back in again until he exploded.  It was his turn to moan in exaltation.  The world was a bed of whipped cream that they fell into as they began to breathe again.

As she pulled away, he pulled her skirt back down. "How did it compare to your fantasy?" he asked.  She had turned, facing him.  He pulled her closer.

"Good." She smiled a little smile. "Was it what you thought it would be when you used to watch me filing?

"Yes and more," he leaned to kiss her, but she turned away.

"Not now." She stepped away and headed toward the bathroom.

When she came back, her clothes were back in place.  She looked calm and collected.

"Are you in town for a few days?" He asked, hoping for another meeting.  He had an eerie feeling his bargaining position had grown weak like his erection.

"No, we are leaving right away to go back to New Mexico."

"Will you be back sometime?"

"Perhaps, and maybe I'll call you to see if you have filing to be done." That little lie didn't bother her either.

She smiled and walked to the front door.  He unlocked the door and she breezed through it.  She disappeared without looking up, just like a dream upon waking.

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