Lunch time rolled around, and though I tried to tell myself that I didn’t need him, I did. Every minute and every step that I took reminded me of what I couldn’t have. I was never one to want to touch myself while I was at work, but now I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I wondered to myself if he would even know if I did. I could go into the bathroom and be done in minutes.
The idea made me blush, but there was something stopping me. Maybe it was the thought that he would somehow know and I would be even worse off than I was right then that made me not do what I desperately wanted to do. It was hard to concentrate with the throbbing at my core that was taking away all other thoughts.
I snuck back to my apartment and put on the panties that he had sent me. I touched myself a little while I was putting them on. I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted him. I don’t think I had ever been so needy in all of my life. I just wanted more of Jerold’s touch.
When I got back, I didn’t go up to the fifth floor, but to the sixth instead. I was expecting to find Jerold in another meeting, or hopefully alone in his office. I figured it was the latter when I saw him sitting at his desk through the slightly open door. It was only when I pushed the door open and saw the other two men sitting there that I realized he wasn’t alone.
My whole demeanor changed, and I tried to stand up a little straighter.
“Sorry to bother you, sir. I was just up here to get your lunch order.” I looked from the two men who were now eying me to Jerold, who had a smile on his face. I was suddenly very conscious of the fact that I was not wearing a bra. I wished then that I was. I was nervous that the other men would know the games that the boss and I were playing.
“Gentleman, would you like something for lunch? I had something yesterday that was perfect. There is no way to describe the taste.”
I blanched when he talked about what he’d had for lunch. I knew what he was talking about, and for a moment I wondered if he would really do such a thing. He had a smile on his lips, but I didn’t find it all that funny. I didn’t want to think about that.
The two men agreed, and I shot him a look. “Just bring us what you made yesterday.”
I had brought something for him, but I didn’t even remember what it was. It was hard to think about anything else but me on the desk with him between my legs.
“Of course, sir.”
As I turned around to leave, the panties started to come to life. I grabbed the door frame to steady myself. It was too much, too soon and I had to literally bite my lip to stop the moan. The vibration got faster, and I was so close from his punishment this morning.
As quickly as it had started, it was over and I was left breathing hard. My eyes were dazed, but I looked back once to see his grey eyes watching me with a little humor. I could tell he was pleased, and I had to admit that I was pleased that he was finally happy. I walked away more slowly, worried that the panties would come back to life. I kind of hoped that they would, because I was dying for release, but they never did.
When I got back to the kitchen, I tried to remember what I’d made the day before. I opened the refrigerator to see if I could refresh my mind and the panties went off again. I had to brace myself on the counter and squeeze my legs together. I wanted to come, I was so close, but before I could complete my desires, the panties stopped. I was panting slightly and starting to get a little sweaty.
It kept happening, and I even looked behind me a couple of times to see if he was outside the door, but he was still upstairs. I couldn’t imagine how he knew what I needed and was able to stop delivery just short of that. It was driving me crazy. I had to stop twice on the way back up to his office. The men were still there, and I was scared he would push the button while I was in front of them.
As I was bending over, he did. I closed my eyes to the instant, overwhelming pleasure that came over me. Did he know what he was doing? That I was so close?
The vibration stopped as I was standing up. I was thankful for the reprieve. I moved to leave as fast as I could, but his voice stopped me. “Nicola?”
I turned around. “Sir?”
“Thank you.”
I nodded back to him, not sure what he was talking about. I didn’t say anything else, making my way to the stairs to walk down to the next floor. I was still staying away from the elevator because of that evil little woman Connie. When the panties turned on, I was happy that I was away from anyone. I gripped the bannister and stopped where I stood.
The panties went faster and I was on the edge, inching over. I was afraid that he was going to turn them off and leave me hanging, but instead, the vibration became even more intense and I exploded into the panties. The orgasm was hard enough to take my breath away. It was all I could do to hold it together. It was several moments before it stopped and I was able to breathe again.
I was soaked as I made my way to the kitchen, and I was also worried that it was going to start again. When it didn’t, I started to relax, but then I heard his voice behind me and I started. It had only been about an hour since I had dropped the dishes off, and I wasn’t expecting Jerold to be down there. I turned around.
“Do you feel better?”
I knew what he was referencing, and to be honest I felt better than I had all day. Wanting him was hard on my system, and I was thankful that he had given me something to think about. I wasn’t going to tell him that I was so wet it was dripping down my leg. He didn’t need to know all of that as far as I was concerned.
“Yes, sir.”
The smile didn’t reach his eyes and I could tell that he wanted to say something else. I grabbed the dishes out of his hand, telling him that he didn’t have to bring them down. “I would have come and gotten them for you.”
“Well, you like to come when I am away, so this way I figured I would get to see you as well.”
It made sense, but didn’t help my senses. He was moving closer, and the counter against my back reminded me that I had nowhere to go.
“Did you come, Nicola?”
I nodded quickly, and his eyes darkened a little. He stopped just an inch from touching me with his body. “I want to see.”
I looked at him questioningly. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to see, but then it dawned on me. “Do you want the panties back?”
He wasn’t expecting that, but he told me that he did. I couldn’t believe that I had blurted such a thing out, and I was even more embarrassed when it developed that I was expected to take them off right then and there. I hesitated for only a few seconds. It wasn’t like I hadn’t done more in front of him. He had already seen most of me, so I just hiked the skirt up to my waist and started to lower the panties that he had bought me.
I wasn’t as nervous as I had been before. Before I would have been worried about what he would think, but after coming so hard, and with the way he had egged me on all morning, I was in the mood to mess with him. His eyes followed my hands and then the descent of the panties before I put them directly in his hand. He wasn’t expecting that, and I liked that I could still surprise him. It seemed like he was always the one for surprises, so when I handed him the wet, wadded fabric I grinned back. “There you go, sir.”