|
Oral Instruction
Oral Instruction
“Ms. Thomas, if you may indulge me, I believe our most effective instruction should take place in the boardroom. Please follow me.” The conservatively dressed man said a little uneasily, standing to face the long corridor.
Flashing a brilliantly vibrant smile, the young lady obliged silently. They walked together through the chaotic and noisy radio room, through the buzzing dispatchers and computerized head sets. Intercoms sounded with frantic voices paging supervisors to rescue agents from disdainful dealings with cab drivers and argumentative customers alike.
A little awkwardly they reached the doorway simultaneously. The ravishing woman’s raven locks brushed past his face. The tantalizing, rich fragrance of pantene and sweet perfume aroused his breathing. Swallowing nervously, he steadied his hand while grasping the brass knob to enter the conference area.
While clicking the lights on he gestured for her to have a seat behind the mahogany, horse-shoe shaped desk. Dozens of leather swivel chairs decorated the table. The statuesque young lady sat on the edge of the desk, non-chalantly. Facing him she could seem to sense his unease and appeared to be having fun with the notion.
Seductively, she crossed her sleek tanned legs underneath a tight, skirt. Dave struggled not to allow his eager eyes to trace the long, enticing curves and diverted his attention to the course manual.
Flipping nervously through the pages, his hands trembled slightly and he dropped them, scattering pages along the plush carpet.
He cackled laughter far more loud and brash than anticipated. As he scurried to recover the sheets, crouching down he could feel his face flush crimson. Gazing up he succumbed to the forbidden glance upon her goddess like legs. For a brief moment that seemed to suspend all time and surrealism she shifted unveiling a triangle of black silken fabric excentuating pure bliss. Surely this was a slice of heaven’s sacred pie.
As he stood, shaking visibly he stammered incoherent jibberish.
“Mr. Gammon… may I be frank with you?”
“Ahhhh sure. I mean- I’d rather you were Nadira though.” His reddened face forced a smile.
The young vixen rolled her eyes at the dry wit.
“Was that a little joke I hear Mr. Gammon? Together they smiled.
‘Finally you relax a little. Mr. Gammon..’
“Call me Dave. Please… We’re informal here.”
“You seem so out of sorts. Do I make you nervous?”
Allowing no opportunity to respond the beauty continued.
“Mr. Gam- Dave, I’d really like to work here. Although the pay isn’t the best, it’s very straightforward work. Plus I could use the supplementary income The people seem nice and the benefits are terrific.”
“Although I do have some concerns.”
“Oh?” The conservatively dressed man queried.
She taunted him playfully running the tip of her pen along full, pouty, glossed lips.
“You see, I have this very strong attraction to you Dave. I don’t want it to interfere with our work.” She hesitated momentarily while glancing past his shoulder towards the closed door.
“Yet I find you irresistible. I’m not sure if it’s your boyish nervousness, your conservative dress,’ she reached out impulsively and grasped his tie and pulled him very close without the slightest protest.
“Or these adorable dimples,’ he beamed brightly at the compliment as she caressed one crevice with her finger tip.
‘I also love the way you look at me. It gets me incredibly hot Dave. I noticed you staring at me like a starving animal ever since the interview.”
“Ahhhh. Ummmm--. I don’t know what to say Ms. Thomas.” He smiled guiltily while peering into her infinite plains of mysterious autumn eyes.
Impulsively without warning, he leaned into her, caressing her satiny, olive cheek and kissed her softly, tentatively. Their lips parted in unison, mutual approval. He slithered his tongue languidly in tiny circles around hers.
Her tiny piercing tickled his tongue’s tip, sending exquist shivers up his spine. Absent mindedly he cast the course manual aside and pressed spanned fingers along her back. She reeled his tie in tauntly towards her, in hunger for him as he pressed his fingers firmly, amorously against her polo skirt kneeding the small of her back.
They gasped together with intoxicated approval. Parting her sculpted thighs impatiently, she drew him nearer melting at the abrupt protrusion from his slacks pressed against her leg. The thick bulge pulsed and quivered at her connection with him. She shifted, mesmerized by its increasing thickness and boldness.
Greedily, his kisses descended first to her soft cheeks and gradually and painfully thorough along her lacy neck. She moaned; a near silent escape of approval. Embracing his surprisingly tight shoulders she pushed gently.
“Ummmm. Maybe you should lock the door? We don’t want to be interrupted after all..”
Dave smiled a devishly, deviant smile.
“I do love the way you think Ms. Thomas.” Like a replenished excited school boy, he dashed to the door across the room and quickly snapped the lock without hesitation.
Tufts of long hair were strewn to and fro from his ponytail; Evidence of amorous indulgement. He looked similar to a mad, crazed scientist at that moment. Nadira flashed a smile of anticipation and giggled at his demeanor.
“Well now Mr. Gammon…’
“I do believe you had brought me in here on pretense of oral instruction. I don’t want to waver from our agenda too much now.”
“Why don’t you show me how its done sir?”
Dave’s eyes bulged. His jaw dropped and he struggled to resist the urge to salivate like a frenzied wolf.
In slow, teasing strides he walked towards her, near stalking.
Placing one hand sensually caressing her exposed thigh, “I do suppose you’re right Ms. Thomas we must concentrate on the matter at hand.”
She nodded enthusiastically and obliged as Dave leaned her back gradually.
He grasped the hem of her skirt and proclaimed, “I’ll have to forewarn you. I’m a very good teacher, very patient and I’ll take my time if it takes all afternoon.”
…To be continued…
|
