Abby and the ceo - S01 E26

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Abby and the ceo - S01 E26

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 26

Then, we did sleep. I woke in the morning feeling disoriented, again. The events of the night quickly came back to me. I found myself between their naked bodies. It took some effort to extricate myself without waking them. It was early but the sun was just rising. I padded naked to the bathroom and then downstairs to the kitchen. I opened and closed cabinets until I found the coffe for their fancy coffee maker.

I was standing by the window looking into their spaceous backyard sipping coffee, my mind lost in thoughts of what my life was to become. Frankly, I had no way of conjecturing. I had spent not time in preparing myself for what was offered to me last night. Then, an arm encircled me at the waist and the hand slid up to grasp a breast.

"How did you sleep." Mrs. Cornell asked.

"Like a woman sexually ravaged."

She chuckled and kissed my shoulder. "No dear, that was me. Do you know how long it has been since I orgasmed three times in one night?"

I followed her into the kitchen where she started filling a mug of coffee. She was wearing a short satin robe and the curve of her butt was clear underneath. She stopped pouring and turned. "Is that what your day is like? Joe said you are frequently used five or six times a day. It is why you work late." She paused, "Of course, that doesn't account for why he works late. But, seeing you, I understand why."

I chuckled. "Well, I'm relieved that we were able to share last night and be open about this. I mean... well, since I will be spending so much time with him."

"And fucking him."

"Yeah... and that." I giggled. "It's nice it is understood. But, five or six times... that's not necessarily how many times I get fucked. Most days I suck and eat pussy as much as get fucked."

She shook her head. "And you get your work done. Abby, if I had that much sexual activity I would be done for the day."

She got a hint of my day when he came down and announced he had forgotten about a golfing commitment. I gave him a quick blowjob and sent him off with his cum on my lips as she sat at the little table in the kitchen sipping her coffee. I followed that with eating her to orgasm before we showered togther, giggling and generally acting like girls getting away with somehing we shouldn't be doing. Then, she sent me home for clothes to go to dinner in later and a casual outfit. She specified short-shorts and a buttoned sleeveless blouse.

She inspected me in the shorts and blouse, both were white, and the blouse material was just thin enough that the white lace bra underneath was evident. She thought they were perfect but the sandal flats weren't. She said she wanted to tease her husband and his golfing partners but she wanted new shoes for me. She drove and stopped at a favorite shoe boutique before heading to the club for lunch. She searched the wall of shoes and found what she wanted for me. She asked what height of heel I usually wore, told her 4", and she directed the saleswoman.

This is what she wants. Can you see if it comes in a 4.5" heel?"

We sat nearby and as we waited she was looking down at my bare legs. "I should have said a short skirt, maybe a very short, pleated skirt. She giggled, "And no panties. That would get her attention trying the shoes on, wouldn't it?" She stopped as the woman returned. She had exactly what was specified. The extra ½" was just enough to make me concentrate on my walk and it showed at my hips. She was very pleased. When I reached to open my purse, she put a hand on my arm.

"No, dear." She paid. We didn't go to the car but walked down the line of stores in the little outdoor mall area. She stopped at another boutique. She had apparently decided about the skirt. The saleswoman knew her by name and led us deeper into the shop for the skirt described. The woman looked me up and down, guessed a size (too low by a size which I assumed was a sales ploy) and I corrected her. Her hands moved through several styles of skirts, taking down several, then handing them to me and pointing to the dressing rooms.

I stepped into one of the rooms. The doors were louvered and didn't provide complete privacy with a couple feet of openness top and bottom which was probably a security issue. I put the skirt on hooks on the wall. I had several mini-skirts but these beyond that. These had to be what they called micro they were so short. The first one was a dark blue plaid pattern. It had to be worn low on the hips to provide decent coverage below. That presented a problem for the tucking in the blouse. I modeled it and the other two which were all similar but with different material patterns. Mrs. Cornell like the plaid pattern for casual but she agreed about the blouse The saleswoman suggested another top but I shook my head. She then pulled the blouse from the skirt and unbuttoned it, tied the front under my breast and rebuttoned a few buttons over my bra.

"Perfect," Mrs. Comell declared. The skirt now visibly low on my body, my belly button expose and much of my stomach. I walked past the mirror again to check the exposure. I was covered standing there but it seemed to be barely so. She came up behind me and whispered, "You're cute. You're naked all day at work and you are fussing about being covered."

I looked at her in mirror, "In public feels very different." She smiled and I wondered what she really had in mind for the club.

A club house on a late Saturday morning is largely populated by men ending their games or enjoying the atmosphere of the game and competition. It is also a highly charged location to be wearing the outfit Mrs. Cornell had me dressed in. Sitting in the dining room, she chose a table far from the door. As we walked through the room, I could feel all the male eyes following me like big cats following prey. When I sat, I was sitting on bare skin. The blouse had been unbuttoned far enough to show plenty of cleavage and the hint of lace bra underneath depending on how I moved or the angle of someone looking.

She purposely sat us so her back was to the door and I faced it. She wore a floppy hat in an attempt to hide her identity since the guys would probably know her if they got a good look. As we were finishing lunch, I spotted the guys coming in. Mr. Cornell spotted me with surprise and, think, some suspicion as he considered his wife's appearance. I shrugged. They sat along the windows overlooking the 18th hole on one side and the main parking lot on the other.

"Here's what is going to happen, Abby. First, you go to the restroom where you will removed both bra and panties. When you retied the blouse, there will be NO buttons fastened." I looked at her in shock. As I repeated to her, public seems very different. She didn't pay my objection any consideration. She continued, "While you are doing that, I will charge the bill to our account. I will begin leaving when I see you. You hesitate so we are apart. I will drop my keys a few tables away from them." I watched her, anticipating an embarrassing scenerio being laid out for me. "You must follow my directions exactly, young lady. I will ask Joe later." I nodded and walted. How did I so quickly go from Personal Assistant-lover to lover of the couple to a ploy to be used for exhibitionistic play? When she finished describing my actions, I swallowed hard and nodded.