I decide to go back to the office. It would be possible that Mel headed there after our talk at the bar. I weave the car through traffic and reach the parking area. "It looks like everyone has left," I remark to myself, seeing the almost empty lot.
I hurry toward the lift, meeting a number of people on their way out. "Hey ! Doing overtime?" I hear someone call. I turn and notice Pete, the old clerk, heading out.
"Just forgot something." I reply, pausing before the elevator doors. "By the way, have you seen Mel?"
"Nope," he says. "Why not ask Adriana?" Pete waves his hand as he exits the building. Adriana is the student intern assigned to my office.
Just as the elevator doors slide open, I quickly step inside. I also notice someone else do the same. As I press the button for my floor, I feel a soft tap on my shoulder. "Excuse me," says a feminine voice.
I turn and find myself staring into the blue eyes of a 5'8" brunette. The upper two buttons of her white blouse were unbuttoned, revealing large C-cups, restrained by a lace bra one size too small. Her mocha-colored stretch mini accentuated her hips. "Yes?" I reply, moving my gaze back to her eyes, hoping she had not noticed me giving her the run down.
"On what floor is the HR office?" she asks, clutching her canvas bag nervously.
"It's on the same floor I'm heading," I reply. "I know it's none of my business, but why would you see the HR manager at this time? Isn't it rather late?"
"My girlfriends, Sam and Andi, work as interns here. But I don't know which office they're assigned. So I guess the HR would know. They said they'll both be doing some overtime."
"I see. And wouldn't Andi be Adriana?" I ask, as the doors slide open.
"Yes!" she says, excitedly. "Do you know her?"
I ignore her last question as I walk hurriedly towards my office. I notice that she was following close behind. "You could wait here," I suggest, pointing to a large sofa. "Or proceed to the HR office. It's at the far end."
"I'd rather wait," she says, heading for the sofa.
I can't help but notice the slow sway of her firm ass. Her stiletto heels make a rhythm that slowly awakens my hardon. As I open the door, I notice that everything is quiet, except for the slow hum of the photocopier at the far corner. "Adriana," I call out, heading towards the corner. No answer. "Where could she be?" I ask myself quietly.
When I reach the photocopier, I find it's set on auto mode, with the form feeder slowly picking up the sheets. "Adriana?" I call out again. I hear some noise from the restroom. Then, the door opens and shuts. Adriana, a 5'6" redhead, walks out, her hands busily adjusting her skirt, which had somehow moved up by a few inches. She has a flustered look on her face. Her hair looks unkempt and she is sweating slightly.
"Yes, sir?" she says, as she pulls out a hair brush. I notice that her blouse is partially unbuttoned.
"Did you see Mel return?" I ask, trying not to notice her disheveled look.
"No sir," she replies, her fingers now fidgeting with the buttons of her blouse.
"Are you sick?" I ask, moving closer to her. "What's happened to you?" I ask, noticing for the first time that she's breathing heavily.
"It's okay. I'm okay." She responds, forcing a smile.
"By the way, there's someone outside waiting, says she's your girlfriend," I say, heading for the restroom.
Suddenly, Adriana rushes in front of me, blocking my path. "What's your problem?" I say, somewhat annoyed.
"Please let me explain," she says, pulling my hand away.
"After I take a leak," I say, forcing open the restroom door with my other hand. Only then do I realize that someone else is in the restroom.
A raven-haired girl smiles awkwardly at me. Her hands holding two long dildos. Her small, size-A boobs, contrasting with her 5'9" frame.
"This is Samantha, my girlfriend," Adriana explains.
I am caught speechless as I realize what has just transpired. I quickly regain composure and say, "Adriana, I think you already know company rules. I guess I should report this incident . . ."
Adriana kneels in front of me and pleads. "Please don't. I promise I'll do anything you say." She slowly rubs her hand against my crotch, while Sam looks on hesitatingly.
I try to ignore Adriana but my cock responds otherwise. I turn to Sam, noticing her 'intern' tag. "You should also know better," I say. "Is that girl waiting outside also part of this?" I add.
Adriana nods, as she pulls out my hardened member. "I didn't think you'd be back," she says, slowly licking my cockhead. "Just wanted to have some fun." Sam kneels
beside Adriana and unbuckles my belt. My pants fall to the floor. She then pulls down my boxers and gently grabs my balls before twirling her lips around them.
I look upward, savoring the ministrations of two hot tongues, when I realize that the security camera was focused in our direction. "Girls, I guess we have to do this some place else. The cam's on us."
"Not a problem," Sam says between licks. "I disabled the feed for this room before I came over." They now take turns at deep throating.
I wanted to ask how she did that, but the pressure was already beyond my control. "Oh girls, I'm cummmmming!" I moan, as Sam tries to swallow all of it. Adriana licks the cum drops on Sam's chin then takes her turn at sucking my cock clean.
I pull up my pants as Sam and Adriana continue to French kiss, passing my cum between them. Adriana then stuffs the dildos inside her bag as Sam heads for the door. Adriana whispers, "Come with us to our apartment for more of this!"
Just then, the brunette enters. "This is Aimee," Sam says, as she whispers something into her ear.
Immediately, Aimee tongue kisses Adriana. "You should have invited me in," she says, winking at me.
"We could continue this at the apartment," Adriana remarks. "Are you game?" She says, turning towards me. I look at the wall clock and realize I have to go back to Mel's apartment. |