Abby and the ceo - S01 E40

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Abby and the ceo - S01 E40

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 40

"You wouldn't mind, sir, if took a couple hours off?"

His appearance changed before me, as though some tension had been released. "Take the afternoon off and don't claim it. She is very nervous but excited, too."

"Abby!" She exclaimed it loudly enough for several people at the side of the conference room of the hotel to turn around and look. "What a surprise, dear. Why are you here?"

"You, of course." I looked around at the gathering audience. "I was so impressed by what you were saying in the speech I had to come hear it for real."

"Impressed you're the one who made it impressive." She grabbed me and hugged me tight. "And, thank you ... again."

"Nonsense. I just played with the words, you had the ideas. Anyway, I thought a cheering section might be nice." Just then she was called to get ready. I found a seat where she could find me. When she took her place at the podium, I gave a little wave to get her attention and gave her two thumbs-up. She smiled and proceeded to deliver a great, impassioned speech. And, by the applause, very well received.

After, I waited in the wings until well-wishers were finished. It took a while. She was bubbling as she crashed into my open arms. "You were magnificent, ma'am. Did you hear that applause? Of course, you heard the applause. It was wonderful." She beamed, then pulled me to the elevators and the bar downstairs. We were celebrating.

After several drinks, she leaned into the small table. Her eyes were still Iit with excitement but there was now an element of mischievousness, too. "Do that thing." I looked back at her uncomprehendingly. "That thing... what you did at the club to Joe's friends."

Ah, I thought, that thing when I took off my bra and panties and flashed. "Ma'am... that 'thing'... I only did that because you wanted me to.

She nodded as she gazed into my eyes intently. "Tell me something, Abby dear. You told Joe that night you accepted his offer that you'd do anything for him."

I nodded, very curious where she was going. "Yes, ma'am... anything that I could and wasn't breaking any laws."

"Well, not serious laws anyway, right?" I smiled. Flashing could be included in that. "You did that because I asked." She studied me. "Because I asked or because the boss's wife asked?"

I studied her in response. This was right to the point Mr. C brought up only hours ago about her Inserting herself. Rather than threatened or concerned about the question, though, I smiled. "I liked you from the start, ma'am. Yes, because you are married to the boss is the reason we came to know each other but not really the reason I have responded to you. I could easily have maintained a business approach that night with Mr. C. I found myself responding to you, too. I didn't feel forced or threatened. It was you I was responding to." I smiled, "Just this morning, Mr. C asked if I minded you inserting yourself into the work relationship. It was asked in regard to assisting you with the speech but I also knew there was a deeper implication."

"And, what did you respond?" she asked.

"That liked you... a lot. It's not what expected, true, but I do enjoy being with you. You're a sexy woman, ma'am. I enjoy experiencing that in a non-office way. I enjoy pleasing women in the office but there is little casual and soft about it there." I looked down at my fidgeting hands. Suddenly, I was nervous I was divulging too much intimacy. I glanced up, "Maybe I'm saying too much."

She leaned further into the table, reached across it and took one of my hands. "No, dear. I can't explain it, either. I've talked to Joe about it." She smiled that way he does. "He and I have no secrets like that." I nodded. "I feel the same way, did from almost the moment I greeted you. You excite me, Abby. Joe and I have always been passionate and you seem to increase that for both of us." She hesitated. "I am old enough to be your mother..."

I put my other hand over the one she had on mine. "I dori't feel that way, ma'am."

She smiled, her entire countenance relaxing. "So... I don't suppose I can get you to call me Sam or Samantha like everyone else?"

I shook my head. "No, ma'am. No matter what else he and I do together he is still the boss. No matter what else we do together you are still his wife. I don't want to slip in front of others." She watched me and seemed to be waiting for something. I thought I knew what it was. I pulled my hands back and discretely unfastened two more buttons of my blouse. I then said, "Excuse me, ma'am." pushed my chair back and walked toward the restrooms with my purse. Thankfully, I had brought one large enough.

As I stepped from the small hallway to the restroom and into sight of her, I felt my breasts sway and jiggle with each step in the heels. She put up and a hand and I stopped. She touched her chest. I took in a breath and undid another button than another before

she nodded. My blouse was undone below my sagging nipple line. She pointed toward a group of business-looking men wearing suits at a far table. I walked out of my way toward them. I believed she intended for me to merely walk past them to see their reaction.

I decided to give her more to watch. I walked to the far side of their table so she could see everything did then leaned over the edge of their table to lower my head closer to them and lowered my voice. I asked them if they happened to have attended the charity event upstairs. They replied they hadn't.

"God, you wicked woman!" She exclaimed it but in a lowered voice as I joined her at our table. "When you leaned over their table, I thought your boobs were going to fall right out."

"I'm the wicked woman? You're the one wanting me to do this." I winked at her and we both laughed.

She gulped the rest of her drink and signaled for the bill. "There's something else I want you to do." I was going to follow her home.

I parked outside her side of the garage and followed her into the house from there. She led me straight to the master bedroom where our clothes seemed to fly off our bodies as if we had stepped into a stripping vortex. We pulled back the cover and I had her position herself in the center of the bed. I crawled up between her partially spread legs but spread them much further as I approached her. I leaned over her, my breasts grazing over her body until I could kiss her fully on the lips, our breasts pressed together. I kissed her hungrily until she began moaning and pressing her body up into mine. Then, I began kissing down her body, her neck, shoulders, chest, breasts, and nipples. I focused on her each nipple for some time, licking and sucking them before lightly taking them between my teeth to chew and pull. At the next increase in response from her, I continued my journey down her body over her stomach and abdomen. I splayed her legs widely but avoided her clit and pussy for the moment, instead kissing and licking along the outside of her most sensitive parts.

I bent her legs and pressed them up to expose her anus. I probed it with my tongue, just a touch, and heard her gasp as I touch it before her pussy. When I released her thighs her knees remained bent and splayed to the sides opening herself to me perfectly. I stuck my tongue out flat and licked from the bottom of her pussy to the top in long, slow licks with only slight pressure as it moved over her lips and the clitoral hood.