A Cool, Cool Boss Ch. 02

She thrust her hips into me, half-heartedly trying to satisfy herself, but it wasn't to be.

'But that was the plan though wasn't it?' I thought, not feeling in the least bit sorry for her. And even as the thought had flashed through my mind I realised that I'd got no idea how this had all come about, or what would happen next!

As I slipped out of her and stepped back, we were both still breathing hard and I looked at her with a moments trepidation. What the hell had I done? She looked like a sexual goddess, her pert breasts staring back at me, her skirt around her waist and her throbbing sex wide open between her splayed out legs. A trickle of white was beginning to dribble out of her, but I was really concentrating on her eyes, on her face. Was I about to get the sack for leaving her hanging like that?

Those steely blue eyes were awash with emotion. Mixed up emotion! Confusion and frustration seemed pretty prominent though, as if she couldn't really believe that we'd done that, and especially with the way that it had ended. She suddenly realised what she must look like, and a look of shock and alarm replaced the confusion. She stood up straight, grabbed a tissue from the desk and wiped herself, then grabbed her flimsy black underwear and quickly slipped on her panties and pulled down her skirt. I took her lead and pulled up my pants and trousers, quickly fastening the belt buckle before anyone came in.

I looked guiltily at the door. How had we gotten away with it, surely someone must have heard our passionate cries?

By the time I looked back she'd got her bra back on and was fastening up her red blouse. She seemed to have regained control. Of everything!

"Switch off the camcorder David, and then come back here. We need to spend a few minutes reviewing your recent sales analysis before you go."

What! Just like that? I was as if nothing had happened!!

I did as requested though and, unbelievably, we ended up spending ten minutes discussing figures and trends before she finally stopped me in my tracks.

"Okay, I think that you look reasonably normal now David, you can go. That flush across your face would have been a dead giveaway if you'd gone straight out."

I mumbled something relatively unintelligible in reply and then headed for her office door.

"Err David..." she called as I reached for the handle and twisted to face her, "...um ...thanks ... it was good ..."

God, it had been way better than good!

She smiled at my expression, "Good, glad you like it as well ... don't forget ...after lunch..."

What 'after lunch' I thought in confusion? Then it hit me. Of course, how could I forget, the underground car park! I nodded, smiled a little shyly and made my escape.

"What the hell took you so long? Did you need the books down your pants after all?!" laughed Angela as I got back to my desk. Then, looking at me more closely, her eyes narrowed, "You look strange, whatever did she do to you in there?"

Bloody female intuition! So I did what any self respecting male would do. I panicked and escaped to the toilets!!

Part 8 - Friday - Lunch

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The rest of the morning seemed to fly by after I'd fended off Angela's persistent questions and she'd turned away to her own workstation in a huff. Not that I got much work done!

It was just surreal really. I mean, being seduced by the boss in her own office was one of my favourite fantasies. Especially with a delectable woman like Astrid. But for it to actually happen! Wow!! And then the guilt had set in. Suddenly it seemed that everyone in the office was looking at me. As if they knew what I'd been up to!

It was silly of course, but once or twice I caught a glimpse of that evil witch Georgia staring at me with a 'knowing' smile wrapped around her face. It was ridiculous, but it felt she knew everything!! Then, later, she'd taken her team into one of the meeting rooms, turned down the blinds, and when they'd re-appeared later they were all chattering excitedly and staring at me as they went past. It was distinctly unsettling!

Angela was clearly still annoyed with me because at lunchtime she got up and flounced out of the office, her dress swaying sexily as she swung her hips, presumably heading for a nearby coffee shop where we sometimes shared cakes and gossip. Not today apparently!

It was okay though, because in my sexually charged state, I didn't feel the need for food, and I was sure that I could make it up with Angela later ... when I'd got Astrid sorted out. My mind, and imagination, was focused entirely on the fact that I was meeting her in the car park in about an hour's time. It was weird, because it felt like we'd arranged the little tryst ages ago, but until Astrid had mentioned it as I left her office, I'd completely forgotten about it. But if we did arrange it ages ago, when... and more mysteriously, why??

I headed out of the office well before our appointed time because I didn't want to bump into Angela and be subject to another inquisition. I roamed the building rather aimlessly for half

an hour before finally getting into the lift and punching in button for the basement car park. Excitement was building because, although it was just possible that she'd arranged this so that she could privately sack me, my gut feel and the hardening in my loins was hoping for something much more intimate!

When I looked around the big hanger like parking area, I was disappointed to see no sign of her. I stepped away from the stairwell and looked up and down the long rows of parked cars, wondering whether I was too early. I checked my watch. No, dead on time. I looked around again, and this time the eerie silence was disturbed by the clunky sound of a car door opening. My eyes flashed sideways to a corner of the car park where the Ice Maiden was just getting out of the driver's door of her car, about twenty yards away.

It was a big, dark blue BMW which I vaguely remembered from somewhere, but I wasn't really taking much notice of the wheels because my boss was standing impassively by the car, her hands having dropped to the hem of her black skirt and ever so slowly she was lifting it up and exposing her beautiful stocking clad thighs.

I swallowed hard and dragged my eyes off her delectable legs long enough to look quickly around. Fortunately, the place was deserted, which was probably why she'd chosen this particular quiet time I thought abstractly.

When my eyes flashed back to her though I gasped. The rising skirt had reached her black stocking tops and her suspenders were just peeking out from under the tight material. I watched spellbound for another few seconds as milky white skin appeared above her stockings and then grunted in disappointment when the skirt stopped rising higher. My eyes flipped up to hers. They were filled with excitement and anticipation. Probably just like mine! She smiled and her eyes widened suggestively. Even I could tell that she wanted me to come over to her!

I covered the ground between us in almost a run. Well, a bit crab-like perhaps given the state of the big erection trapped inside my slacks!

When I reached her, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me. The contact sent a shiver down my spine as I felt her hot body mould itself into me, her hips thrusting her pussy forward to rub hungrily up against my hardness! Her head tipped up and our lips were almost instantly engaged, soft then hard, tongues quickly squirming around each other as the instant passion nearly overwhelmed us!

Our hands were soon roaming, sliding over our backs caressing our necks, running down and wrapping themselves around our taut bums, and all the while she was grinding her sex into me, rubbing hard as the electric responses radiated out from her wet pussy. One of my hands slipped between us and found the taut swelling of her breast and I began to massage it hard through her shirt and bra. She moaned into my throat as the wonderful sensations hit her. In response her hands soon got busy on my belt and she expertly unbuckled me and dragged down my zip in no time at all. This time it was me who moaned into her throat as her fingers wrapped themselves possessively around my throbbing, hard member, sending wave after wave of pleasure out from my loins!

I couldn't believe how quickly she was getting aroused. Then I realised that leaving her right on the brink last time in her office might have something to do with it! But I quickly put that train of thought to one side and got on with the action. Really quickly!

Suddenly, from nowhere, I was 'Mr Assertive'. I pulled away from our hot kiss, somehow detaching her writhing hands from my swollen cock without breaking anything, and twisted her round in front of me. It took her by surprise.

"Oh!" she gasped in surprise as I bent her down over the bonnet of the BMW.

Before she could react I dragged her skirt right up to her waist, pausing for a delicious moment to admire the way that her skimpy black panties gripped the swelling of her bum cheeks before grasping the waistband and drawing them down to her knees.

"Oh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my ...!" she gasped again as I pushed her feet apart and let my hand run smoothly up the inside of her thigh before exploring her hot, oily slit again. It immediately swelled and opened up for me. I'd known that she was already aroused, but the way that her juices ran over my fingers as I played with her inner folds suggested that she was already well on the way in the arousal scales. There was no time to waste!

Without any further ado, I eased the pulsating tip of my rigid rod right up against her inviting pink hole and pushed forward, feeling her muscles forced apart to let me in. We both gave out a sharp sigh at the initial contact and it deepened as I quickly pushed harder, forcing my cock deep, deep into her inner warmth, luxuriating in the sensation of sensitive skin sliding against even more sensitive skin!

I had my hands on her hips now, as I held her firmly in position and started to pump in and out, gasping on each thrust at the way her tight pussy held onto me, her vagina positively throbbing with pent up frustration.

She'd given up trying to lift her head and was laying across the smooth, cool metal of the car compliantly as I fucked her hard and fast. She was making little animal like sounds as each powerful drive sent electric vibrations shimmering around her pussy, stoking up the fire between her legs to almost unbearable levels. She was getting very near, and so was I. I had to act fast!

I increased the pace and shortened the length as I pushed myself quickly towards my limit and within seconds my grip on her waist went vice-like as I felt the electric surge of hot fluids begin their short journey and then start to jet out of my convulsing member as my climax took me. It had been so fast and ecstatic that I felt physically drained as I collapsed forward on top of her.

"Oh myyyyyyyy GOD ...that was so good!! I whispered to no-one in particular.

"Oh noooooooo ... not again!" she eventually gasped under me. I'm afraid she hadn't quite made it! 'But that was the plan wasn't it?' I thought hazily again.

After a few more minutes of ragged breathing and recovery time I dragged myself off her and bent down to pull up my pants and trousers, suddenly keenly aware that someone might appear at any time! I looked around guiltily to make sure that we hadn't attracted an audience and remembered with some relief that the security cameras focused on the entrance and exit!

When I looked back at Astrid, she was standing and busy straightening and smoothing down her skirt, a few stray blonde hairs dangling over her pretty face the only sign of our hectic love making. I finally engaged eye contact distinctly reluctantly given that I'd just left her dangling on the brink of a second gigantic orgasm, but there was no sign of anger, or anything else for that matter! She was back in business mode already, as if making out with the me in the car park was just a normal part of staff development!

"Grab the Camcorder will you David," she said as she turned to open her car door. It was more an instruction than a request and left me totally dumbfounded.

"What?" I answered, puzzled.

"Over there!" she almost snapped, nodding towards a frosted glass window a few yards behind me. Maybe the frustration was coming out after all!

I turned automatically and my eyes widened as I spotted the silver machine on its small tripod sat silently on the window ledge, red recording light flashing and pointing straight at us! I was frozen in horror at first, but then casually wandered over, picked it up, switched it off and brought it back to where Astrid had her hand out to receive it. For some reason my initial panic had dissipated almost instantly, but I didn't have a clue why.

Astrid took it from me without a word and then pushed it into the top of a large leather bag sitting innocuously on her car's passenger seat, before closing the door and locking the car with her remote. The bag seemed vaguely familiar for some reason.

We then turned together and made our way to the lift before ascending, again in silence, back to our office level. She asked me to hang around in the entrance area for a few minutes so that we didn't appear in the office together, and then walked briskly off leaving me to admire her swaying hips and remember how good it had felt to be between her splayed out legs, planted deep in her welcoming hotness.

I sauntered back to my desk quite casually, pleased with myself at how cool I was acting. No-one could possibly have guessed that I'd just been involved in that sexually seismic event! Well, almost no-one.

"And what have you been up to?" whispered Angela, suspicion etched across her face as I sat down. It was impossible. I just couldn't stop the flash of alarm that flickered over my so-called 'cool' features. It was all the confirmation that she needed.

"Come on, David, what's going on?"

I could almost see her putting pieces of a puzzle together in her head.

"...you've been acting strangely all day ... and you had that long session with the Ice Maiden earlier ... and you wouldn't go to lunch ... and she's been out as well ... and she just came in before you ... have you been ... err, meeting up for some reason?"

Her quizical expression, and narrowed eyebrows were challenging me hard to come up with an explanation, and I knew that she wasn't going to let this go!

So I blurted out something about having to speak to Astrid for 'personal reasons' hoping that that would shut her up.

Wrong!

I should have realised. It was a woman thing. Whereas a bloke, on hearing that a friend had 'personal problem' would have skirted warily around the subject and quickly switched the conversation to a safer grounds like football or something. A woman tends to react differently, caring instincts to the fore, diving straight in!

"Oh David, really, a 'personal problem'...wow... what is it? ... you can always talk to me you know ... maybe I can help?"

She was eagerness personified, and I was touched by her concern, but I was also getting deeper in the mire!

It took me a good half hour to convince her that it really wasn't anything that serious, and that there was nothing for her to worry about, but she was grumbling again when she finally turned back to her own desk, clearly seriously disappointed that I wouldn't 'tell all'. But what could I say? There was no way that I was going to tell her that I'd just fucked the boss twice today. And there was no way that she'd have believed me if I had. I didn't really believe it myself!

Part 9 - Friday Evening - Early

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Fortunately the rest of the day passed fairly un-dramatically. I was still getting suspicious looks from Angela, and I couldn't help but notice that Georgia and her crowd were giving me strange 'knowing' looks from time to time yet again. Maybe I'd become a subject of their twisted humour for some reason I wondered, but I didn't really care because the focus of my thoughts were still on my boss. The 'Ice Maiden'. Wow, what an inappropriate nickname that was! Because I now realised that she was as hot as hell, especially in my arms!

Mysteriously I didn't clear my desk at my usual home time, and hung on as the office gradually cleared. Angela couldn't resist a parting barb as she got up to join the crowds heading out at the end of another working week.

"Is your 'personal problem' that you've suddenly become a workaholic? You are allowed home you know!"

I smiled weakly back. She gave me a sad shake of the head and then smiled which was a massive relief because I really, really didn't want lose her friendship, and then she said something that made me feel really bad.

"I'm still here for you if you want to discuss something David ... no pressure though."

Then she was off, no doubt looking forward to meeting up with her boyfriend from the Finance department. I watched the way that she moved in her short Summer dress and tried hard not to imagine them in bed together all weekend. I shouldn't really be jealous of them should I after the events of the afternoon but, sadly for me, I was! Boy, was I one mixed up young man!

I hung on and on as more people left. Georgia actually waddled over and wished me a good Friday night, before stifling a laugh and rejoining her team as they too headed out. No doubt straight to a local bar, but leaving me mystified. We hardly ever spoke after all.

Then it was just me left. I checked my watch. Nearly seven. Wow, this would really be a record for me. I hoped that the boss would be impressed. The light was still on in her office so I went over, knocked an entered. Maybe I'd get a gold star or something?

"Fancy a drink?" I said, my brain suddenly panicking as the unintended words came smoothly out.

She was sat behind her desk, everything switched off, evidently ready to go. Maybe waiting for me? I couldn't look at the desk now though without remembering that I'd made love to her over it. I swallowed, wondering what she'd say.

"Yes," she responded slowly, carefully, taking control as usual "...we'll go to my place."

"Okay," I said casually, it seemed like the obvious thing to do!

We were soon in her big, blue BMW heading out for the suburbs. The route that she was taking seemed vaguely familiar for some reason, but it was hard to concentrate. In fact it was hard to lift my eyes away from her legs! Her skirt had quickly ridden up her legs and the black stocking tops and acres of thigh were on display as she worked the pedals. The response between my legs was entirely predictable!

We finally pulled into a driveway in a posh part of town that I'd never been to before but, naggingly, which I seemed to recognise! I automatically turned round in my seat to grab the large leather bag that I'd moved onto the rear seat when I'd got in the car, and by the time that I'd retrieved it and got out, Astrid was at the front of her impressive looking wooden bungalow, unlocking the door. She locked the car with her remote and I followed her inside, feeling a strong sense of anticipation and familiarity sweep through me.

It felt like home. How weird was that?!

Inside the hallway, I dropped the leather bag onto a small oak side-table. It was all done urgently now because we had things to do!

As I turned back, she was straight into my arms, her radiant face tipped up, her soft lips searching for mine. When they met it was like a bomb going off as the contact sent warm, exciting sensations rocketing around my body! Her hips pushed into me, and she almost purred as she felt my hardness strengthen. As the hot kiss intensified, our lips working harder together, her fingers started to work on the buttons of my shirt. Not to be outdone, I got mine working on her blouse buttons as well, relieved that she'd already thrown her suit jacket to one side as she came in.