Chapter 5 – Grace
The next day, while trying to sort through paperwork for my immediate boss and failing slightly less than the day before, Boyd asks me into his office.
“You wanted to see me, Mr. Ashdown?” Upon his look, I rephrase. “I mean, Boyd.” I smile sheepishly at him and walk into his office. It still has the same awe-inspiring view as the previous visit and my breath is still taken away. In more ways than one.
Boyd smiles at me and gestures for me to sit in the chair in front of his desk. I sit reluctantly, knowing that attempting to sit still while he watches me will only make me feel more awkward. He comes around his desk and sits on it, facing me, in a way I only thought happened on television or in movies. I immediately get up from my seat and go over toward the bookcase.
I’m thumbing through the pages when he takes the book from my hand and places it on top of the desk. He stands directly in front of me, a little too close in fact. I back up slightly, but not too much as to cause him any offense. I hit the bookcase behind me lightly.
“I probably should tell you why I wanted you come to my office.” He says it matter-of-factly, but his eyes say so much more. I’d never been one to truly feel lust radiating off another person. In fact, I was never close enough to man to feel it. But it was coming off him in waves. His eyes were on fire and I can’t look away.
“And I should probably mention the fact that you told me to say something if anyone way making me feel uncomfortable.” At that, he backs away from me, clearly hurt and surprised. I take the opportunity to move away from him.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?” he asks, crossing his arms like a frustrated child. In my eyes, he’s frustrated in more ways than one.
I look up at him in surprise. That was not where I thought this was going at all.
“What?” I say, looking toward him. “You’re honestly the last person who makes me feel uncomfortable. In fact, I feel like you’re one of the few people I can talk to.”
“Really?” he asks, clearly pleased with himself. I look at him and watch as a delayed thought crosses his mind. “Is there someone making you uncomfortable?”
“Well, you weren’t wrong about Gabe,” I say, almost embarrassed. Gabe had been coming by my cubicle almost every day for the past week. He’d flirt and joke and try to make physical contact. He’d sit down on my desk and would rake his eyes over my body without so much as a single moment of consideration for me.
“I’ll talk to him,” Boyd says. I nod in appreciation, my smile widening as he looks back at me. I turn and look back toward the book case. Much safer territory.
“So, what did you want to see me for?” I ask him, picking up the book that he had previously set down on the desk. I begin looking through it again, feeling his eyes on me.
I look up at him and meet his gaze. He truly is incredibly handsome. His eyes pierce my own with their dark intensity. His jaw line is so well defined that I imagine I’d cut myself if I trailed my finger along it. His lips are the perfect shape and size to envelop my own. A kiss so soft it would probably feel like feathers. And at the same time would probably radiate all the way down to my toes. Rationally, I know I shouldn’t be feeling this way about my boss. Despite the fact that he’s old enough to have raised me, I can already hear the Pastor’s voice in my head telling me that I’m heading in the wrong, and most certainly sinful, direction. But there’s just something about Boyd that makes me want more. And it’s the first time that I’ve ever truly wanted more. I don’t want that feeling to slip away without so much as a second glance.
He walks over to me and once again takes the book from my hands. Our fingers touch for a moment and the sensation sends shivers through my entire body. I put my hands behind my back to stave off the nervous, yet excited, shaking.
“You’ve got plenty of time for reading outside of the office,” Boyd says. His voice is husky and deep and extremely close to my ear. The heat coming off him is palpable, but I don’t move away. “And what I had in mind doesn’t involve any dusty old books.”
“I don’t mind dusty old books. In fact, I’m quite fond of them,” I say, smiling. He smiles back teasingly. “But what did you have in mind?” I ask even though I know exactly what he has in mind. I may be a virgin but I’m not a nun. I know when a man is hitting on me. And I know whether I return the feelings or not.
Boyd puts his large hands on my waist and pulls me to him, his face mere inches from mine. He breathes me in, his lips grazing my ear. I let out a moan and feel immediately embarrassed. I clap a hand over my mouth and try to pull away, but he stops me, his hands grasping the fabric of my blouse.
“Don’t feel embarrassed, Grace” he says, his lips on my neck. “Embrace your feelings of desire. I know I’m going to embrace mine.”
The thoughts running through my head are outrageous ones. I can’t believe that this older man is showing the slightest interest in me, let alone wanting to express his interest right here in his office. I push him away from me, almost roughly. He looks at me with surprise.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just that…” He places his hands around me again, this time, squeezing my ass. My pelvis thrusts toward his and I can feel his desire hardening against my leg. I push him away again, this time more gently.
“I’m a virgin,” I say quickly, wanting to get it over with. I look away from him in embarrassment and make to walk away from him. But he stops me by placing a single finger underneath my jaw, guiding my face back towards his.
“We can fix that,” he says, a smile emerging on his face. He lets go of me and beings unbuckling his pants, sliding the belt out through the loops. “We’ll start with the basics.”
He tosses the belt to the floor and his pants fall to his ankles. The briefs he’s wearing protrude in all the right places. His want for me doesn’t go unnoticed. I keep my eyes on his waist as he sticks both thumbs under the elastic band on his briefs. He slowly brings them down and his cock springs free. It’s larger than I had anticipated. In fact, it’s enormous. I can only imagine my eye look like they’re popping out of my head, like a silly cartoon character.
“Like what you see?” Boyd asks, a sheepish grin on his face. I assume my entire being has turned into a cartoon character as this point, ready to explode like an ACME bomb. I simply nod my head, because I do like what I see. I like it a lot.
“Come get a better look,” Boyd says, turning around and walking back behind his desk, his cock standing at attention. I catch a glimpse of an extremely firm buttock but it’s nothing compared to his penis. I can’t seem to take my eyes off it. Although I had been on a few dates here and there and dated a few boys over the years, I had never even come close to anything sexual with any of them. It had always been something I had been told to wait for and that I would know the right person when they came along.
He sits down on his office chair and spreads his legs wide. He looks at me and I walk around the desk toward him. I kneel in front of him and cautiously put my hands on his thighs. They’re firm and muscular underneath my hands. He immediately inhales at my touch.
“Are they too cold? I ask, pulling my hands away. He shakes his head and I put them back on his skin, feeling the soft firm flesh against my fingers.
“I’m not sure how…” I say, trying not to feel embarrassed. He doesn’t seem to mind my naiveté about sex. In fact, it seems to turn him on more.
“I’ll show you how.” He leans forward and takes my hands in his, guiding them towards his pulsating cock. I place my fingers around his dick and the feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever experience before.
“Run your fingers along the tip, in a circular motion,” Boyd says I do as I’m told. The tip of his member is warm and pulsating with desire. I watch as Boyd grabs the edge of his desk chair, grasping them tightly in his hands. This must be driving him crazy. I smile at the prospect, getting more and more comfortable by the minute.
“Now, str…“ Boyd starts to speak but I’m way ahead of him. I put both hands on his lovely cock and begin stroking up and down. The move slowly, wanting to make the moment last as long as possible. I notice a little something start to seep from the tip of his penis.
“Are you…” I ask, letting on to my uncertainties. I don’t want this to be over just yet.
“No, not even close,” Boyd says, looking between my face and his rock-hard cock. “It’s just pre-cum. You’ll know it when the real show starts. I’ll be sure to give you amble warning.” He lays his head back again his chair and breathes deeply. “Go on, Grace. You’re doing great.”
At that, I continue to stroke his penis in an upward and downward motion, watching as more pre-cum escapes from his penis. As I get more comfortable with the act I’m perpetrating, I start to follow my instincts. I lick the tip of his penis lightly and Boyd responds in stride, his knuckles whitening against the arms of his chair.
I surprise myself by liking the taste of him. The sensation is so erotic that I want more. And for once in my sheltered life, I’m going for what I want.
I take his cock in my mouth and let the head slide along my tongue. I start to make a swirling motion and feel Boyd’s hands running through my hair, letting out a groan of encouragement. I pull back and consider his face. He bites his lip and I take him in my mouth again. This time, pressing his considerable girth against the back of my throat. I grasp his thighs tighter and take him nearly every inch of him into my mouth. I slowly pull back, sucking as I go, and making a popping sound as my lips move past his head. I lock eyes with Boyd, dragging my tongue along the length of his penis and suck on just the tip. His hands guide my head back to his cock and I start sucking again, pressing him deep inside my throat. I suck harder and deeper with each stroke, keeping eye contact with him the entire time.
“I’m so close, Grace,” Boyd says, and I take that as the signal to back off. I slide his spit covered cock out of my mouth and watch as he ejaculates just to the left of my face. Boyd’s body shudders as his cock releases the built up tension. He looks at me and stands up. “That was amazing, Grace. You’re a real natural. However, I didn’t think you’d enjoy a face full of my cum just yet. Maybe next time.” He pulls his briefs back on but leaves his pants on the other side of the room.
I can’t help but think that I’d enjoy the prospect of doing this again. And soon. I surprise myself at the thought of wanting to do more with Boyd. I hadn’t thought I’d actually like giving him a blow job but it was surprisingly pleasant. Despite almost choking, of course. But I also can’t help but feel like he’s not going to look at me the same way after this. As if I’m just some slutty girl who tries to get ahead by sleeping with the boss. But I can’t let him think that way of me. I won’t let him.