Abby and the ceo - S01 E19

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Abby and the ceo - S01 E19

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 19

It was announced that three candidates had been narrowed down.

The process would include interviews over the next few days in private. The process would be in confidence of all active participants with a decision hopefully coming from Mr. Cornell after his interview with each. The names, as part of the confidential, were not provided. Speculation again rose to thinking the process would would be outside the office if it were truly private.

Mary rolled her chair close to me, "I still don't understand why you didn't put your name in. You'd be great in that role and everyone respects you even if you don't have as much seniority."

I just shook my head, my focus on my monitor. I couldn't have the conversation, again. It will be a relief for the decision to be made and the office settle back to what it was. Whatever position opened up as a result would cause much less fuss. I would love working directly with Mr. Cornell. He has been careful with me but it is clear he responds to the talks we have. Everyone remarks how he has changed in reaching out to people, even those of us in the big room. I put ear buds into my ears and tried to tune out everything but my projects.

A couple days later and the room was still buzzing. Two PA's had been spotted going to the elevator and presumably downstairs, one a woman who naturally had to get dressed. Nobody was surprised by the two. Questions swirled around the third, though. Nobody had noticed a third but he or she may have been more careful was the prevailing opinion.

I had subconsciously noticed the office clearing out when Sara appeared in front of my desk. "What's keeping you late this time?"

I smiled. It was always something. I told her and she challenged that that project was due for quite a while. "Yeah, well... we had a conversation and the regional guys think we might be able to Influence the process if we got in there early with a strong presentation. It might influence how they consider the formal proposals. I can see how I'm essentially using the same Information just in modified form so it's not double effort." She thanked me. She didn't say it but she'd said it often enough. Not many might put themselves into such extra work but... I sagged back in my chair and watched her leave. She didn't shower. I had already had a quick shower in the afternoon to clean cum off my breasts and stomach after a mini-bukkake. The demand on me hadn't slacked much while being included more by the senior managers, too.

I was interrupted a couple more times by higher-ups concerned about the time I spend in the office. I assured them I was fine and almost done which was true. They were all familiar with my hours, of course, and sometimes I felt their concern was almost a way of feeling better about leaving me there alone. I typed the email and attached the document and pressed send. I cleaned off my desk, slipped my heels back on, and stood to leave.

"Abby?"

I was surprised by the sound. I had believed I was the only one still on the floor. I wasn't surprised by the voice, though. He held two glasses of amber fluid. "How about a drink before you go. It looks like you could use it."

I smiled. Funny how those few words from his voice comforted me and eased away some tension. I dropped my purse and bag on my desk and weaved my way to him. As I got closer, "You know, sir, I bet every woman here carries an extra bag with makeup, maybe special shampoo and conditioner, bushes, etc. It would be nice if the stalls had a small locker."

He handed me one of the glasses, "I'll have someone look into it, Abby."

I collapsed on the couch. He took a chair on the other side of the coffee table. I saw him looking at my legs, my breasts, my legs, and back to my breasts before settling on my face. I smiled at him. In a normal office, such action could be offensive. It was almost expected here. I was wearing nude stocking with lace tops with dark 4" heels to match the skirt hanging outside. I uncrossed my legs and too slowly parted them before recrossing. He realized what had happened was on purpose and he chuckled.

"You tease me." I smiled. It was obvious we like each other. It was equally obvious we could relax and be ourselves when we were alone. It wasn't why I worked late but I had suspected it was a part of why he sometimes stayed late.

We talked. He asked about the projects I was working on, especially interested in the strategy currently being tried. I asked about his travel.

"Don't worry, Abby. I said I would pull back and I am. I'm still traveling but this trip starts with an operational issue in New Jersey, then stopping off at a potential customer. AND..." before I could inject a concern about him doing sales, "and, I will only be figure-head support. The sales team will be the lead."

"I'm proud of you, sir. Is that appropriate for me to say? Maybe not

He laughed, "You... Abby... Samantha has tried to get me to slow down, hand off some of what I do for a while. Others have tried. Hell, I even hired someone to counsel me for a while.

Your soft encouragement and guidance in things around the office showed me how they fit with how I wanted to adjust other aspects. My dear wife thinks you have to be angel to guide me."

"Angel? don't think my actions around here are very angelic." I watched him and he watched me. I could feel my nipples harden and I could see his eyes focus on them. "Sir your wife...?"

"I keep nothing from my wife, dear. She knows about all this. It's an Interesting story, actually how it got started. But, she knows about every time."

I put my empty glass on the table and rose. He turned his chair for more room. The most senior man and the newest woman. I knelt in front of his chair as he pushed his slacks and underwear from under his hips. I took hold of his wonderful cock and licked it up and down. I felt it stir, beginning to expand and thicken, I continued to lick until I finally took the head between my lips and sucked, twirled my tongue around the head, licked around the head, then plunged my mouth down over the hardening cock. In two motions, I took the head into the opening of my throat, a little further and a little further until I had to pull back. Gasping, some saliva leaking from the corners of my mouth, "You're so big. I don't know if I'll ever do it."

"Practice." It sounded encouraging and I was certainly willing. more than willing, eager to have this cock and him. The reality, though, was he would soon have a PA and the smart bet seemed to be it would be a woman. And, she would be in this position. But right now it was me. Privately. Secretly. Alone in the office to share.

I gave up on practice, though. I wanted him inside. I might still get chances after, but this moment felt more urgent. Change was coming for him. Change we had talked about, encouraged. Change his wife encouraged. Having him again felt imperative.

I looked up, his cock in my hand. I stroked it as I rose on my knees to kiss him. He used his hands to encourage me up. He pried off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, then guided me to his desk and pressed me down over it. I felt his cock move up and down over my wet slit. His actions felt as needy as I felt. He moved his cock to my hole, it sank in slightly, then he grapped my waist and plunged deeply inside with the initial thrust. I cried out. My body reacted instantly with shivering and quaking. The next thrust bumped my cervix and I almost orgasmed. God, what the mind can do.