Mr. Stevens

A little bit of escapism.


A little part-time work, something to keep her mind active, that was what was needed.
And so that is how she had become P.A. to Mr. Stevens. It was only a couple of hours a day but she enjoyed the Independence it gave her. There was also another reason.

Ever since the first morning spent in his company, her private thoughts were occupied by fantasies and scenarios. He had shown her all the things that were expected of her in a polite but authoritative way and then left her to get on with her work.

Why was this man effecting her in this way? For the first time in her life she felt so keen to please, to make his coffee just right and everytime he spoke to her she was certain he saw her blushes. The hours before work had become part of the excitement. Choosing just the right outfit, smart enough to look efficient, elegant enough to attract his attention.The perfect shade of lipstick just in case he should glance at her mouth, her lips as she spoke.

Walking to his office the butterflies would intensify and she had to try to calm herself down before they would be in the same room where her desire to be noticed was almost audible.
She wondered, had he seen her eyes watching him as he sat at his desk?
Had he noticed the stockings she wore and the way she crossed her legs to expose a hint of lace?
Had he felt her warmth, seen her breasts in that sheer white bra as she leaned over him just a little too close, just a little too far, as she brought him his coffee?

Her behaviour almost embarrassed her but she was unable to stop, such was her need to be touched by this man. The tension was so uncontainable that crashing through her door after work she would run upstairs, lay across her bed and place her hand in her knickers and stroke the wetness pooled between her lips.

This weeks work promised to be uneventful as Mr.Stevens was to be away from his office. She was sure he had seen the disappointment flash across her face before she had regained her composure. On with her work.

The large, oak desk, the leather chair, the keyboard touched by his fingers, the smell of this room twisted her insides, flooded her senses.

She sat in his chair, pushing it from side to side. Imagining his hands, his arms, his shoulders, she squeezed her thighs tight.
Could she be wet already?
Stroking her nipples through her bra she slipped off her heels, stretching and arching her back. Buttons were undone, zips pulled down, knickers dropped to the base of the chair. This was so unlike her and it thrilled her to strip, here in this office.

With one leg up on his desk she stroked and circled her clit, gasping as she brushed past her special place. Getting faster, wetter, her fingers worked her body well, back and bottom lifting off the seat.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her wrist. Eyes wide she looked at him.

'Come', he instructed.

'Yes.....'

Quickly her juices spilled onto the leather and droplets of her satisfaction rolled to the top of her stocking.
He took hold of her fingers and put them on her lips which she licked, their eyes locked.

'Good girl. Now get dressed.'

He held her hand as she stood up.

'Back to work please'.

'Yes. Yes Mr.Stevens'.

Sat at her desk still shaking he spoke into her ear.

'I think you should be punished, don't you?'

Unable to speak she just nodded.

'Be here at 11am'.

Before he left her side he ran a fingertip from her earlobe to her collarbone.

'Don't be late'.