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Blackout
This week was the absolute worst week of my life! My car broke down, a presentation I was supposed to give was sabotaged, and I got reprimanded by my asshole of a boss I work for. Lucky for me, I go on vacation in a week. It'll give me time to think and plot my exit strategy out of this hellhole I work at.
It's the end of the week and I was very happy. The weather was dreadful outside, with rain and thunder, but I wasn't going to let that stop me from enjoying the time I'm going to have off. The only thing I have to do is throw my bag into my jeep and off to the woods for rest and relaxation. I came into work an hour early to try and redeem myself for the blunder that occurred the day before. I work with lazy people who think their mothers are going to wipe their asses for them. While I was making coffee in the break room, the Alpha Male called my boss, Eric, walked in. He's your classic all-American Boy, with both parents being doctors, getting good grades, attending one of the best universities on the east coast, athletic build, 6'1 with brown hair and hazel eyes, and a big-time player. He's a definite frat boy with the word arrogant written across his forehead. He took one look at me and asked, "Jessica, is there a special reason why you're in early?"
"Is it alright for one to get started early before going on vacation?" I replied. I love answering his questions with a question.
Eric had a shit-eating grin on his face. I already knew what that meant. "About your vacation. Can you put it off an extra week?"
My jaw hit the floor. This will be the fourth time I've done that! I wanted to scream at him. "Eric, I've been waiting for this vacation for a long time. If I put it off again, I'll never take it. This is the only time of the year I can take it without depleting the numbers here," I explained.
"I know, Jessica. I just need you here, and you can take the next two weeks off for your vacation. You will get paid for your time off."
I wrestled with the possibility of having two weeks off, which would be nice. "I'll give you my word before lunch."
When Eric left the break room, I wanted to toss the coffee pot right at his head. The nerve of that guy to ask me to put off my vacation! I'm almost at the breaking point. I've accumulated so many off days I can take the rest of the year off and get paid for it. I weighed the options I have and decided to take my week off anyway, and to tell Eric to shove it.
The lunch hour rolled around, and I was going to tell Eric my decision. Telling him what I wanted would show him that I'm not a pushover. He can get one of his lackeys to put their plans off. I arrived at the elevator the same time Eric did. He looked at me, expecting me to give him a 'Yessa, Massa'. Who did he think he was fooling? We got into the elevator, with a tension so thick, you can cut it with a knife. I stared into space, thinking about the books I was going to begin and finish reading. The one thought plaguing my mind was Eric's intention of asking me to putting off my vacation for an extra week. Was it to satisfy his ego in asking a selfless person to give up what she wanted to do for the sake of others? Was he really being sincere about giving me two weeks off?
My curiosity was getting the better of me and I decided to break the tension. I asked, "Eric, what's the real reason behind you asking me to put off my vacation? I want to know the truth before I tell you my decision."
Eric was startled by my question. "Jessica, are you not satisfied by the proposal I made?" he asked, as if he didn't know what he asked me to do earlier in the day.
"Don't bullshit me!" I snapped. "I want to know the truth and your reasoning behind asking me before I tell you my answer to something."
"I'm surprised by your answer. If you must know, I have jury duty all next week. That's the reason why I need you to stay an extra week."
I couldn't believe my ears! Jury duty? He wanted me to stay because of fucking jury duty? Of all the things to lie about, he's going to use the jury duty card? I asked myself.
Before I told Eric my decision, the elevator came to a screeching halt. Eric and I looked at each other with confused looks on our faces. A million thoughts ran through my head, ranging from claustrophobia to wondering what would it be like to have hot, passionate sex with my boss. I sat down and closed my eyes to think for a few minutes. I thought about lovers past, the ones that got away, and some future lovers that'll cross my path, one of them I'll marry eventually. Eric sat down next to me and said, "Jessica, I have a confession to make. I wanted you to take two weeks off because I'm going on vacation then. I lied about having jury duty. I like you a lot. When you spend your off days doing whatever, my world fall apart."
My eyes popped open and I looked at him. "Are you serious?" I asked him.
"Yes," was Eric's answer.
"Let me get this straight. You tell me the reason for me to stay was for jury duty. You confess that you actually want me to go on vacation the same time frame as you. Now, you say you like me and can't survive without me?"
Eric got up. "Jessica, what I'm saying to you now is the truth. I'm sorry for misleading you the way I did."
"Eric, I'm glad you've grown the balls needed to admit the truth. You should've been up front with me earlier."
The vein in Eric's forehead looked like it was about to pop. "Get up woman," he commanded. "Do you realize the pool of women in this office are jumping at the chance to ride my hard cock? They're trying to sleep their way to the top. You're the only one who has her head on straight. I go to an empty bed every night with a raging hard-on, wishing you were next to me and thinking about you. Dammit, Jessica! I actually admire the fact that you would give up your off days. On several occasions, this company almost got sold off and merged with another one to create a conglomerate. If it wasn't for you stressing the need for the company to stay independent, we would all be out of a job or working for someone else. When this company was going to go bankrupt, you gave up your paychecks. Now, we're a growing corporation."
He pulled me so close to him, I could smell the cologne he was wearing. "I really do admire you and your consistent acts of selflessness. When you do that, it shows your character. Other people would've called you crazy for giving up certain things."
The block of ice around my heart began to melt. I gazed into his hazel eyes and lost myself in them.I never knew he noticed my hard work and the sacrifices I've made. What a sensitive soul, I thought to myself. His arrogance I don't like, but his willingness to tell me the whole truth is saying something about himself.
On an impulse, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him, and pulled away, shocked at what I did, I sat down. Eric extended his hand out to me so I can get back up. He held me tightly and whispered, "I didn't tell you to stop."
I kissed him again, this time forcing myself to enjoy it. He rubbed my back, as if he was telling me to relax. He moved his lips to my forehead, leaving a trail of soft kisses on my forehead, nose, working his way back to my lips. I melted in his arms, wishing he would just take me away from here. I removed his blazer and necktie, while he fiddled with the back zipper of my skirt. I stepped back a bit and slowly removed my blouse, revealing to him a black lace bustier. Eric pulled me forward again, this time kissing me as if I was the last person on this earth that he'll ever love. He finally released me from my skirt, and twirled me around as if I was a ballerina or a top.
"Do you like what you see?" I asked him.
"Yes, I do, Jessica," Eric answered. "Why is it that you're in conservative dress?"
"Why not?"
Eric picked me up and gently laid me down on the floor, and went back to his kissing trail, starting at my lips, traveling down my neck, where he spent a good portion leaving me little bites before going to my bustier-encased chest. He then kissed my midsection, tickling me with his tongue. He finally made it to the valley between my legs. He parted them and got on top of me. He whispered, "Are you going to reveal what's inside of your package?"
"What's wrapped inside are for the good boys, " I whispered back, teasing his member with my knee. "You have to earn it, first."
"Oh, Jessica. I like the way you play hard to get."
"I know."
In between kisses, he whispered, "You have such beautiful skin, so soft, the color of mocha. Hair in long ringlets, along with stud earrings on, and a dianty gold necklace well hidden when you wear it. Obviously a saver when it comes to money, I see where it goes. "
I got up and pulled off my matching panties to show him the other place the 'investment' goes. Immediately, he yanked me down and started rubbing my body in every place, leaving my valley for last. He kissed me so softly, that I nearly creamed on his hand. He went straight for the valley and kissed the top first. I told him that I'm a virgin to oral pleasure. He smiled and started really gentle to get me used to his tongue working its magic down there, breaking the proverbial cherry. I was in total ecstasy, wishing it would never stop.
I pulled down his boxers with my stockinged feet, removing a member that was about seven and a half inches. One foot played with it for a while, before he got the idea of what I really wanted. He laid down on the floor, and said, "Do whatever you want, Jessica. I'm all yours."
I played the same kissing game he played with me, making it to his member in no time. I left that alone and started kneading his full sacs that might explode if I touched his member right away. I took one hand and placed it on his member, stroking it while the other kneaded his sac. I smiled at him and kept going until he couldn't stand the tension anymore. I started licking up and down his member, and then inhaled it. My hands moved up to his chest and midsection, taking notes on the muscles.
I removed my mouth from his member to breathe a bit, until I felt the elevator begin to shake. We put our clothes back on as fast as we can and resumed to kissing heavily. While we were making out, the elevator doors began to open, and we were greeted by the fire marshal and a bunch of onlookers who were clapping for us, as if we just got through having sex in the elevator. Eric and I gave each other knowing glances, the two of us being the only ones who knew what went on between us in the elevator. The fire marshal told us that lightning struck the building, knocking out the electricity for almost two hours.
Walking out of the elevator, I whispered to Eric, "I'll take that vacation with you."
He smiled and kissed me. "Where do you want to go?"
"My cabin in the woods is available."
"Sounds like a plan."
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