Page 9 of Daddy's Best Friend

Istacked the files and evened everything out. My afternoon had been spent collating reports and double-checking the numbers. Nearing my two o’clock break, I decided to hand deliver the files to Alan, rather than leaving them on my desk for him to pick up later. He’d been so helpful to me getting started, and I thought I’d save him the hassle of having to ask for them at least.

I meandered to his office, pausing to knock on the door before letting myself in. His eyes popped up as I entered. He was on a call, but he waved me in anyway. Embarrassed for not waiting for his word or calling ahead, I tiptoed in, shutting the door behind me. My heels sank into the plush Berber as I traipsed across the expansive office to plop in a chair, hugging the files to my chest.

I hadn’t taken the time to admire his office really, so it was interesting listening in to his negotiation for a new cruise liner to be built while I admired the artwork hanging on the lone wall. Three sides of his office were glass, one overlooking the interior offices, the other two the best view of South Beach in thecity. Alan had a few originals hanging on the wall, but the most interesting art came in the form of a sculpture sitting on the corner of his desk.

I was examining the artwork when he ended his call. “You like it? I picked it up at an art show in Milan a few years ago. Trevor and I were in Italy for a wedding of a family friend—Kerschner, Cecilia Kerschner. Now she’s Cecilia White, but you get the point. Know her?”

I’d heard the name before but hadn't met her. It was likely she was one of my mother’s friends. “I don’t think I do.”

Alan smiled. “What brings you by?” He leaned forward and met my gaze. His comforting smile drew me in. I found myself wanting to spend more and more time with him lately, and this was only one instance. I even brought my lunch into his office yesterday to eat with him because his lunch plans got spoiled by rain and I knew he’d be eating alone.

“I have the reports.” I slid the reports across his desk and waited for his response. He opened them one by one and scanned through them before looking back up at me.

“Well done, Ella. Fantastic work here.” Alan set the reports to the side and folded his hands in front of himself. His salt and pepper hair were freshly trimmed and very striking. I couldn’t help but notice it. He’d never looked at me so kindly before, and I’d never noticed how handsome he was.

“Thanks. I worked really hard on those.” The praise was well earned, but this time it wasn’t the pat on the back I enjoyed. He was focusing all his attention on me—not distracted by anything else. That’s what got my motor running. “How has your day been?”

He looked a bit surprised that I’d asked that, but his warm smile didn’t fade. “It’s been pretty good. We are almost at a deal for the new ship. This one will have capacity for up to 6,000 guests!” I loved the way he got excited about his company growing. It made me feel like I was a part of something bigger than myself. And I loved that I was helping that smile on his face get brighter.

“That’s incredible. I hope you’ll give me a tour when she comes in. What will you name her?”

“Don’t you know, Ella?” He chuckled at me. “It’s bad luck to name the ship before she’s yours. But between you and me, the Esmeralda is a nice name. Don’t you think?”

I felt like we were bonding. Alan had never been so relaxed or welcoming to me. He was always nice and helpful, but this was the first time I’d spoken about more personal things, like his desire to build his company. It was close enough to a professional topic to be office-talk but held the key to open the door to more, so I unlocked that door and walked through.

“What are you doing tonight after work?” I tried to remain calm, but my body wasn’t obeying me. The way Alan’s voice reverberated in this room had me in knots. Maybe it was because it had been months since I’d had real sex, or maybe it was because he was being kinder than normal, but my body was getting aroused by the thought of him inviting me over again. So, I fished. “Anything fun? Poolside dinner again?”

“Ah, well you missed out a few weeks ago. Trevor and I enjoyed steak on the grill. Not so much fun tonight. I have to work late. I have a meeting with some important folks.”

Feeling rejected, I sighed. But mid-crest fall he caught me. “But I want to celebrate your birthday. How about a dinner on myyacht. We can invite both families and maybe some of your friends. We can even invite anyone from the office you might be interested in getting to know better. Next weekend?”

Did he remember my birthday? Or had he just looked at my file. It didn’t matter. As soon as he asked, I was his. “Of course, I’d love to. Thank you. That would be an honor. You don’t think it will be weird though?”

“Weird?” He shook his head and shrugged. “How so?”

“I mean, my boss throwing me a birthday party? Won’t people talk?” I straightened in my seat, wondering if he had any inkling that I was growing a puddle between my legs. I wasn’t even sure why.

“Let’s give them something to talk about.” Alan stood and strolled around the end of his desk, so I rose to meet him. He placed his hand in the small of my back and guided me to the door. When he stopped to open it, I got a whiff of his cologne that sealed the deal. My pussy felt like the fucking Amazon Rainforest.

“I have another meeting to get to now, but if you want, I can drive you home, so you don’t have to Uber.”

I used my self-restraint to pass on that offer for a ride. I didn’t need to make a fool of myself putting the moves on him. He was my ideal type but the thought of me and Alan hadn’t even occurred to me until today. Now I couldn't get the image of him laying me out on the bed and eating me, out of my head.

As I walked back toward my office, I made a pit stop at the bathroom. This puddle had to go, or I’d be uncomfortable the rest of the day. I intended to just dry it up and get back to work, but as the door shut behind me, I noticed it had a lock on it. Icouldn’t stop myself; I locked the door and walked over to the sink, leaning over it.

This was insane. Why was I so turned on by Alan that I’d consider masturbating in a bathroom at work? I splashed cold water on my face and dried it with the brown paper towels from the dispenser but the ache in my groin wouldn’t go away. Just the thought of Alan touching me in any way right now made my pussy clench and more cum soak through my panties.

My fingers tapped on the flesh of my thigh, hooking around my skirt and hiking it up on one side. I pressed my fingers against the outside of my panties and discovered how correct I was. They were soaked through and my cum had smeared on my inner thighs. My reflection in the mirror was that of a desperately sex-starved woman, eyes hazed over with lust, fingers massaging where they shouldn’t be at work. But if I didn’t fix this problem, it would distract me and destroy my ability to focus the rest of the day.

So, I hiked my skirt up farther, shimmying my panties down until they dropped to the floor. I stepped out of them and picked them up, noticing the large puddle of cum. My fingers set to work, and I backed up, leaning on the wall but still able to see myself in the mirror. At first, I watched my fingers swirl in my cum and dip into my pussy, but the sensations weren’t enough to stimulate me to orgasm.

The small bottle of hand soap looked the perfect size, so I quickly washed it, and didn’t even bother drying it. I pushed it into myself, thrusting as I massaged my clit. Water mixed with my cum ran down the inside of my leg, and I pictured Alan there, sliding into me. His voice whispered sensuous things to me, while his dick released its load. It wasn’t water dripping off the wet soap bottle, running down my leg; it was his cum.

The thought made me shudder, and I massaged faster and harder. Alan, on his knees, sucking at my clit and pushing his fingers in me—that’s what did me in. Even the scrape of his stubble across my tender skin would be heaven right now. I let my fingernails scrape a little as I rubbed. My legs were weak, and I lifted one to rest my foot on the counter so I could work the bottle harder into myself.

“Shit…” I hissed in a whisper. I was so close. And when I imagined him say my name, my body snapped, orgasm striking me so hard I almost buckled at the knee. I struggled to be quiet, knowing if even a peep was heard there would be questions. I spasmed, pushing that bottle into myself repeatedly until my pussy stopped clenching around it, and my body calmed.

I stood there for a moment in euphoria, picturing Alan cleaning me up, licking away the mess he’d made and then drying me off. I pulled the bottle out of myself and set it on the counter as I took the scratchy, brown paper napkins and wiped the cum from my nether region. Then I washed my hands and rinsed off the bottle. For a moment I thought about leaving it there, but then thought better of it. At least it was rinsed clean if someone dug it out of the trash can where I tossed it.

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