Part 11

A Teaser....

Opening the door to her office, Max motioned me inside The Blayne Building was not nearly as impressive or, I thought, as pretentious as the Townsend Towers. Rather than the thirty plus floors, this one had only fourteen. The building did not scream "money", which, in this artistís view, probably meant the clients got more for their dollars. The office furniture was simple but nicely done. No plush leather chairs in sight but no broken wooden ones, either. Thick, forest green carpet met creamy walls with matching Forest trim at top and bottom. The receptionist/secretaryís desk was a sleek computer model with all the necessary adornments. In the corner of the room was a large printer atop a tall filing cabinet that sat next to itís siblings. An entire wall of them, in fact. The magazines on the table were no more than a few months old and the lights on the phone system seems to be flashing almost constantly. I smiled to myself, thinking this was a good sign. This was, of course, correct.

Jumping nearly across the room, I was startled at the touch of Maxís hand on my ass.

Poor Max didnít know whether to laugh or cry. Sky blue eyes flickered with mixed feelings and quickly decided to study the desktop. "Sorry. I didnít mean to scare you. Would you like to see my office? We donít have to. Maybe we could grab a burger or something next door."

"Hey," I sat on the desktop she was so busily studying, forcing myself into her line of view. "Itís fine, honey. I just wasnít expecting it. You surprised me is all. Max?"

"Mmmm?" Blue eyes still wouldnít really look at me.

Glancing quickly around the room, I wondered: "Max, where is your secretary?" I took her tanned face in both hands and brought it near my own. "What I need to know is, are we alone?"

She smiled. Dear God I loved it when she did that.

"Peg is at lunch. Sheís taking a long one today. I ..um..I suggested she might like to do that. I kind of wanted..." her words were stopped when my lips covered her soft mouth.

Nothing in the whole world felt like Maxís lips. Nothing in the known universe could come close to the simple wonder and beauty of even one kiss from this beautiful woman. Kissing Maxine Murray was a pleasure, no, an ecstasy, all itís own. She was so soft, so sensual in her touch. Even after a few minutes when the heat cranked up and the kiss grew deeper, more demanding. My tall lover somehow managed to combined gentle eroticism with flaming lust. It drove me to distraction. There were times, I would have sworn, this incredible woman could bring me to orgasm with only a kiss.

I felt her strong hands reach behind me and pull me to the edge of the desk, as her mouth found purchase just beneath my ear. I slid my own hands beneath her jacket, against the grey silk blouse and up her back to her powerful shoulders. When my rear end came to the edge of the secretaryís desk, Max stopped pulling and slid her hands to my thighs. I felt her press them gently apart so she could step between them. The sensation made me drop my hands to the small of her back and pull strongly. Grateful I had opted for a nice pantís suit that day, I circled my legs around her slim hips and crossed my ankles above her derriere. That was when my rump left the desk as she lifted me into her arms and pressed our bodies tightly against one another.

"Oh God, Gillian. Hold on, Baby."

Doing as she asked, I whispered into the ear my tongue had found. "Mmmm. No problem. Always glad to hold you, Max. But, what are we doing?"

My tongue was absolutely indignant at the removal of itís new toy. Max pulled her face back just far enough for me to see the raised brow and broad smile. In a few long strides, we were inside her private office and she swept the door closed with one long leg.

"Lock it," I mumbled into the neck my tongue was adoring.

"You sure?" Her strong hands chose that moment to squeeze the muscles of my rear, again.

Pulling her blouse loose, I slid small hands beneath it to the firm mounds hiding there. Then I did a bit of squeezing of my own. "Very."

One hand released my ass long enough to turn the heavy bolt and reach out to sweep things off the large, oak desk.

"Huh-uh. The couch. Over there. Please? I wanna feel you on top of me." Feeling her hesitate, I dipped my head down to take her breast my hungry mouth, blouse and all. "Please?"

"Dear God in heaven. And to think I usually skip lunch altogether."