8 comments/ 28310 views/ 2 favorites My Boss, My Valentine? By: A.W. Root Valentine's Day - Bah, Humbug! As far as he was concerned, it wasn't a real holiday. It was invented just to sell Hallmark greeting cards and to make unattached people feel less than complete. He had honored the tradition while he was married but now he didn't feel it was necessary to keep up the illusion. Besides, he didn't have a lady friend he wanted to impress. He turned into the parking lot of the office complex and found a space near the door between two huge SUV's. He shut off his engine and let out a huge sigh, then sat back in his seat and thought about what he was about to do. He had interviewed for this job the second week of December and was offered the position just before Christmas. He knew he had the education and the skills but the real question was whether or not he could take orders from a woman after having worked on his own for so long. There were 12 employees of this firm, including him, and only 2 of them were men - Jim Thompson, the owner, and himself. Finally deciding that it was now or never, he got out of the car and walked to the front door. The reception desk was to his right behind a partial wall. "Good morning, I'm Pete Peterson. I'm reporting for work." "Good morning, Mr. Peterson, we've been expecting you. Please come in thru the door on your left." When he stepped thru the door, he found himself in another hallway. Kyla, the receptionist, was waiting for him. "The office is really a series of small offices connected by hallways, sort of like a beehive. You'll get used to it pretty quickly. Follow me and I'll show you to your office. We have it all ready for you." I'd follow that ass anywhere, he thought, as she wiggled her way down the hall. Maybe this won't be so bad. Turn right here, then left, then right again and hey, they even had my name on the nameplate! Not too shabby. "As you can see, this is your office. The coffee room is just a few doors down and the restrooms are across the hall from the coffee room. If you'd like to hang your coat up, I'll show you the coffee room, and then take you to Jim. He'll want to speak to you first." He smiled politely, he hoped, and removed his coat. He found an old-fashioned coat rack just inside his door. "I brought my lunch today. Is there a refrigerator in the coffee room?" "Yes. Bring it along. It's just a few steps down the hall." When he stepped into the coffee room, he stopped and stared. On the walls, each employee's names was pasted in red ribbon. A space was marked for each of them with some of the spaces already sporting small hearts. Valentine's Day in spades! He suppressed a groan as he put his lunch in the fridge. "We are really separated from the rest of the world here so Jim lets us go a little wild at times. This year we have decided to hold a Valentine's Day Decorating Contest. Jim has even offered to be the judge and award $100 to the winner. You can have a space if you'd like since you're an employee now." "I think I'll pass, thank you. Valentine's Day is not really my idea of a holiday." "That's ok, Jim doesn't like it much either. Here's a coffeepot, a microwave, various utensils in the drawers and cabinets, and that's the supply closet. Jim will tell you about that. Ok, if you'll follow me, we'll go thru the maze again and find Jim's office." He followed her thru another series of lefts and rights. She stopped and knocked politely on Jim's office door, then announced him. "Jim, Pete Peterson is here." "Good morning, Pete, please come in. Thank you, Kyla. I presume she's given you the mini-tour?" "Yes she did. I've seen my office, the coffee room, the restrooms, and now your office. I didn't have any chicken feed to drop on the floor as a trail so I hope you have a map of this maze." "Ha ha, it's a maze, all right. The builder didn't expect his project to expand as much as it has so we've added on and added on and now we have this. It'll take you a day or two to get used to it, but it's really not that bad. Your office is on one side of the coffee room and Stacy Bright's office is on the other side. Stacy is one of my tax managers and she'll be your direct boss. I think you'll like each other." "Kyla said you would explain something about the supply closet in the coffee room, almost like it was a secret. What's the deal?" "No secret. It's an emergency supply closet. Come on, we'll take a walk and I'll show you, then I'll introduce you to Stacy." He continued to talk as the walked back to the coffee room. "We occasionally get lots of snow here, mostly because of the open field across the highway from us. It blows in and stacks up against the buildings. Usually at least once a year, some of us get trapped here in a snowstorm. We keep food in the cabinets, as you'll see, and other storm related things in the closet. Here, take a look." On the top shelf of the closet were candles and matches. The next shelf held pillows, followed by blankets. On the bottom were several round balls tied closed. He recognized them as blow up mattresses, the kind he had at home for guests. "Looks like survival gear, all right. I've got a mattress like those at home. They're really pretty comfortable when they're fully inflated." "Exactly. In these cabinets, below the sink, you'll find space heaters in case the power goes out. They're kerosene so don't close your door if you use one of them. The fumes are dangerous. We haven't had to use them since I bought them because most of our power lines are underground. The upper cabinets contain a variety of canned soups and other foods so you won't starve but in a real emergency, you can always break into the vending machines." "I suppose Kyla explained about the Valentine's Day contest. The only rule is that you can't use any commercial products like Hallmark cards. Everything has to be hand made except for pictures of your significant other. Are you going to join the contest, Pete?" "I'd rather not, if I have the choice, Jim. I don't have a significant other and I'm not very good at decorating. It would really be a waste of time and effort, I think." "That's ok, participation isn't mandatory. In that case, maybe you could help me with the judging since you don't really know any of the other employees yet. Come on, then, and I'll introduce you to Stacy, your new boss." After only a few steps, Jim turned into an office with Pete following right behind. "Stacy, I'd like you to meet Pete Peterson. Pete will be your tax specialist this season. I'm sorry you haven't met before now but I'm sure you'll work things out. Pete, this is Stacy Bright, my tax manager. She's been with me for nearly 11 years now. You can ask her anything and I'm sure she'll give you the right answer." She walked out from behind her desk and extended her hand. Wow, even her eyes were smiling, he noted. When he took her hand in his he felt a mild electric shock. Not the kind you get from static electricity, but the emotional kind. They held hands slightly longer than was necessary. With a sigh, he released her hand and was glad to see that she seemed to have the same kind of reaction. "I have a couple of things to do right now, Pete, but I'll be with you in about 10 minutes and get you started. From your resume, I don't think you'll have any trouble with our system. See you shortly." "Thank you, Ms. Bright." "Stacy, please, we don't stand on ceremony here, Pete." "Ok, Stacy it is. Thank you." Jim walked him back to his own office and chatted with him for a moment to insure he was comfortable. Then he was alone. His small office held a desk, his chair, a visitor's chair, the coat rack, and a waist basket. The walls were plain, with a photo of a sailing ship on one wall and a golf course on the other. There was no window. So this is my prison, he thought. Not too bad but a window would have been nice. Stacy arrived a few minutes later and they started to review their proprietary tax system. Pete found it to be simple and fairly straightforward. In less than an hour, he was quite comfortable with the system and completely uncomfortable in Stacy's presence. She looked great, she smelled fantastic, and she was smart. What a dynamite combination. He hoped to see more of her but not sitting next to him or he didn't think he could concentrate on his work. It was all he could do to keep his hands to himself this past hour. "Are you going to get into our little contest, Pete?" "I don't think so, Stacy. As I told Jim, I don't have a significant other and I'm not very good at decorating. Jim said it wasn't mandatory so I think I'll just observe." "That's too bad. We could use a male influence in that room, don't you think? Anyway, I think you'll be much too busy to really decorate a space that could win the prize. For now, I'll give you this folder of practice returns so you can get used to the navigation of the system. We should have some real work for you tomorrow. I'll see you later, Pete." "Thanks, Stacy." He began to wonder if she was challenging him to decorate a space or if she was just making conversation. He would have to consider this for awhile. He surely didn't want to get off on the wrong foot with this boss. The week rushed by in a flash. He and Stacy had warmed to each other quickly. They each realized that exposure to the other was detrimental to their work but they couldn't keep away from each other for very long. Several times that day, Stacy stopped by to make sure he was doing ok and each time his cock got hard and he remained behind his desk. When they ate lunch at the same time on the second day, he almost touched her. On the third day, she touched him and that electric shock was stronger than the first time. He saw her eyes glaze over as she was touching him and he thought she was feeling the same sensations. On the fourth day, he touched her and she nearly fainted. His touch was so gentle she could scarcely breathe. The color rose in her face as the effect of his touch went straight to her pussy. When she returned to her office, she felt moisture in her panties and realized the effect he was having on her. On the fifth day, Friday, the invitation was on his desk when he arrived. A short note decorated with little red hearts. It was an invitation to lunch and not a valentine as such, but he couldn't miss the obvious clue. He had better seriously rethink his part in the contest. He still had the weekend and Monday to come up with something for a space on the wall. They went to a nearby café and sat in a booth alone. It was like a date and he treated her as such, allowing her to be seated first. When he sat down, she immediately moved closer to him so that their legs were touching, leaving half of the booth unoccupied. The conversation was fairly personal that day, each of them explaining their lives to each other. Stacy told him she had been divorced seven years ago and now lived in a condo a few blocks from the office. Pete related his story in turn as they ate, with easy touches along the way. When the coffee was refreshed at the end of the meal, she laid her hand on his thigh and he thought he was going to die. She turned her head to look at him and he closed the distance quickly, capturing her mouth with his own. Lightly, boy, lightly, just a hint of tongue. Now slide it along her lips, then back off, that's it. Great job! When the short kiss ended, Stacy sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. Pete was in heaven. He actually kissed Stacy without getting slapped. This was indeed a glorious day. "Do you have any plans for the weekend?" she asked. "Unfortunately, I have tax returns booked for most of both days, Stacy. I do returns at home and I have a bunch of small business people, Schedule C stuff, that I'm doing. If you are available, we could have a late dinner Saturday." "That would be great. That will give me a chance to get out of the house for one night. I'll give you directions to my place when we get back to the office." "Great. How about the Country Inn? The food's pretty good there and I think they have a band on the weekends." "Terrific. Thank you, Pete. Oh, my, we'd better get back to the office or they'll think we've deserted. I'll get the check, this lunch is on me. You can pay Saturday night." There was an impish grin on her face as she said the last part. They rode back to the office in her car in silence. When she parked, she leaned over and quickly kissed him. "No hanky panky in the office. I have a reputation to uphold, you know." "Yes, ma'am. Strictly hands off in the office." Saturday night, he picked her up at 7 o'clock. They kissed lightly when she let him in and he complimented her on her outfit. Her form fitting silk blouse allowed her nipples to poke out and he smiled. He drove the short distance to the restaurant. The food was good, the music was lively, and they thoroughly enjoyed each other's company. At the end of the evening, she offered to split the check but he refused, citing that he had asked her on this date and didn't say anything about going Dutch. She held his hand on the way back to her condo, thinking about what to do when she was at her own door. Should she invite him in? How far should she go on the first date? What was he expecting to happen? So many questions, so few answers. When he parked at her condo, he immediately shut off the engine and began to get out of the car. He came around and opened her door for her, then helped her out of the car. With his arm around her, he walked her to the door and stood slightly back as she fished in her small purse for her keys. With the key in the lock, she turned to look at him. "Would you like to come in?" "Yes, but just for a moment. I've still got to drive home and get ready for tomorrow." Her heart leapt initially then dropped as she realized he wasn't going to stay. Somehow, she wished he had been more aggressive but then quickly decided that he was right. He probably saved her from making a big mistake on their first date. She turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open. He stepped in behind her and closed the door. She took off her coat and dropped it over the back of a nearby chair, then turned to him. She raised her arms to surround his neck and kissed him. This time, her tongue pressed against his lips until he opened his mouth to let her in. Her hips were grinding against his and her hard nipples were stabbing into his chest as her tongue invaded his mouth. She felt his arms surround her to press her closer to him and she sighed into his mouth. For a long time, they kissed and breathed, then kissed some more. His hands were all over her body but not on her breasts, which ached to be touched and pinched. Her pussy was awash with her juices and still he had his coat on. Finally, he pushed her away just slightly. "I have to go, Stacy. Thank you for a most enjoyable evening. We'll have to do this again very soon, ok?" "Must you go, Pete? I know this is only our first date but I really don't want you to leave." "I'm really should go, Stacy. I've got a long ride home and clients coming early in the morning." "I understand. Drive safely, Pete." "I'll call you tomorrow, ok?" "Yes, please, I'll be home all day." They kissed again and this time her tongue ravaged his mouth and her body pressed against him invitingly. "You're making this very difficult, Stacy." "That's the idea, Pete. Work will always be there but life goes by much too quickly. You shouldn't pass up a sure thing when it's offered to you." He took his coat off then and laid it on top of hers. Then he walked her to the couch and sat down, pulling her onto his lap. He kissed her neck and she purred like a kitten. When his hand captured her breast, she drew in a huge breath and held it, waiting for his next move. He rubbed his thumb over her hard nipple and she expelled the breath, moaning as she did so. He continued kissing her face and neck as he began to unbutton her blouse. When he pushed the garment off her shoulders, she shrugged it off. She drew back from him letting him gaze at her pert tits. In a moment, he captured one of her tits in his mouth and the other in his hand, pinching the hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Stacy moaned and clutched at the back of his head, arching her back to feed him her breast. Licking, sucking, and light biting of her nipple left her gasping. When he finally stopped, she was anxious for him to continue to the next step. He pushed her back gently onto the couch, moving to sit beside her. As his mouth once again caressed her breast, his hand caressed the top and inside of her thigh. Stacy bucked under his light touch. She squirmed wildly as his fingers caressed her pussy lips through the flimsy material of her thong. In seconds, he had her skirt and thong off and was lightly rubbing her naked pussy lips. He stopped for just a moment to remove his own clothes and Stacy moaned and writhed on the couch. Finally naked, he moved between her legs and leaned in to kiss her pussy. Stacy sighed and held his head, pressing his face against her wet, hot pussy. Pete lapped upwards with his tongue, being careful not to touch her clit, which was standing out proudly. Stacy moved her ass up and down, from side to side, intent on feeling his tongue everywhere. Finally, he licked her clit with the flat of his tongue. Stacy's hips leapt off the couch and her hands pressed hard against the back of his head to keep him there. After repeated licks, he caught her clit with his teeth and lightly scrapped it, sending the writhing woman in to a fit of frenzied movements. She screamed as she reached the crest of her orgasm and stiffened her body for several long seconds. When she finally began to relax and allow her hips to drop back to the couch, Pete raised his head and took a deep breath. Except for breathing through his nose, Stacy had almost suffocated him between her creamy thighs. Not that he was complaining, mind you. While she was recovering, he moved up her body until his cock touched her pussy lips. Stacy spread her legs wider to grant him access to her steaming pussy and added her voice to the festivities. "Yes, Pete, put it in. Right there, yes, fuck me. Come on, don't tease, shove it in there, I'm so ready. Please." He shoved his hips forward and the head of his cock breached the entrance to her pussy. "Oh, God, Yes, more, Pete, give it all to me. Now." He pushed forward again and several inches of his cock moved inside the moaning woman. He drew back slightly and pushed again, burying himself fully inside her steaming pussy. It was almost magical as her internal muscles began to grasp and release his cock almost like a hand. "Oh, you're splitting me, Yes, It hurts so good. Oh, Pete, fuck me with that pole. Yes, yes, make it hot. Now, Pete, now." Pete began fucking her in earnest, shoving his cock as deeply into her grasping pussy as he could while she surged against him with every thrust. Faster and faster, harder and harder he plunged into her until he heard her squeal and felt her hot juices flow over his cock. The heat was incredible and he shot his load of cum deep within her pussy in response. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him as they came down from their respective highs. He kissed her face, raining light kisses all across her forehead, her eyes, her nose, and finally finding her mouth. She moaned the whole time and captured his mouth with hers, shoving her tongue deeply inside his mouth as they lay together. "Oh, Pete, that was incredible! I've never cum so many times or so hard in my life! You are amazing!" "You're the amazing one, Stacy. I think I would have been very happy to be sucked completely inside of you forever. I never felt anything like your sweet pussy in my life." My Boss, My Valentine? They rested for a short while, occasionally kissing and nibbling each other. Finally, his cock slipped out of her pussy and he moved off of her. He walked to her bathroom and returned in a few moments holding a steaming wash cloth in his fingertips. "Spread your legs, Princess." She opened her eyes and complied with his request. He laid the steaming cloth on her distended pussy and clit and pressed down lightly with the palm of his hand. "Oohhhhhhh, Pete, that's so marvelous. Oh Baby, thank you." "You're welcome. Here's a dry cloth to use when the heat's gone away. You just lay here, I'm going to get dressed. I still have to drive home, you know." He dressed and once again sat on the couch next to her. He lightly caressed her belly and her breasts, causing her to moan almost continuously as his fingers roamed her body. After a short time, he leaned down and kissed her mouth. "I have to go, Princess. I'll call you tomorrow, ok?" "Yes, please, I'd really like that. Thank you for an amazing evening, Pete." "Thank you, Princess, it wouldn't have been amazing without you. I'll lock the door behind me so you don't have to get up just yet. Good night, pleasant dreams." "Good night, my Prince, pleasant dreams to you as well. Drive safely." All the way back to his apartment, Pete couldn't erase the smile that was plastered across his face. Damn, he thought, now I'll have to do something for my space and for her as well. Valentine's Day! Suckered again! He called her Sunday in the late afternoon. They talked for two hours, mostly about nothing, sometimes coming close to initiating telephone sex but always backing off at the last moment. She was convinced that he was teasing her and it was driving her mad with desire. She didn't know how she would handle her pent up desire when she saw him in the office on Monday. On Monday morning, Pete came into his office and found a Valentine's Day card on his desk. When he opened it, he was startled by the verse. "Valentine's Day comes once a year, so that lover's may have their say, I haven't cum for such a long time, Will you please fuck me today?" The card was unsigned, but the handwriting was unmistakably hers. His face almost couldn't contain his grin as he read the card over and over, then put it in his desk drawer and headed down the hall to her office. He knocked once as he entered but her office was empty. He noted that her coat was there so she was somewhere on the premises. It's just as well, he thought, I probably would have broken her rule about hanky panky in the office. He went back to his office and buried himself in his work. He was working on a complicated tax return and wasn't aware of the outside world. His small office was four walls with no windows so he didn't realize that a major blizzard was already underway. As it happened, whenever Stacy passed by his office, he was either in the coffee room or in the men's room so they didn't connect the rest of the day. At 4:30 in the afternoon, he got up to stretch and visit the men's room. He was planning to stay and decorate his space in the coffee room after hours so the pit stop was a must. He had an idea of what he would do but it would take some time to complete it. When he returned to his small office ten minutes later, he found the lights had been turned off. Slightly annoyed, he flipped the switch and turned the lights back on, then sat down at his computer. He was just finishing a return and had to pass it on to the review staff. Punching a few buttons accomplished that task and he decided he needed a cup of coffee. In the coffee room, he found the lights and the coffeepot had been turned off. The room took on a red hue from the decorations already in place and the safety lights at each end. He began to rummage thru the cabinets in search of some coffee. He slammed the doors harder as his search continued and his frustration grew. Finally, in the last cabinet, he found a small jar of Maxwell House Instant coffee. He retrieved the jar and was just turning around when he saw her. Stacy stood about five feet away and was swinging a golf club at his head. He ducked quickly and she missed. The miss caused her to spin around and she fell slightly backwards with a look of horror on her face. "Oh, Pete, I'm so sorry. I thought you were an intruder." A few minutes earlier, she had walked thru the offices looking for other co-workers. She remembered turning off the lights in his office, figuring he had forgotten. She was pissed that he had left without telling her, especially after all they had shared. She thought she was alone in the building until she heard doors slamming in the coffee room. Slowly, she realized he must have been in the men's room when she made her rounds, that's why she missed seeing him. Now she was in real trouble. He was the one person in the whole world that meant anything to her and she had almost killed him. Her world had surely crashed and just before Valentine's Day to boot. She had been dreaming of the start of their romance, especially after Saturday night. So much for the promise of a perfect Valentine's Day! She hung her head and began to sob. He stepped over to her and wrapped her in his arms, just holding her until her sobbing stopped. She raised her head and tentatively kissed him. When he responded, she pushed her tongue into his mouth and pressed her body against him. When the kiss ended, he waited for her to speak. "Oh, Pete, I'm so sorry I swung at you. I thought I was alone here. When I heard noises in the coffee room, I just grabbed what was available to defend myself. When I saw a man, I immediately attacked and thank god you reacted quickly enough to avoid injury. I'm so sorry, Pete, I really didn't mean to hurt you. Please forgive me. Please." "Do you always attack men in the coffee room?" "No. I should explain. Three years ago, a stranger came into the office when I was working late alone. It seems that someone left the front door unlocked. He almost raped me right there in the coffee room and I've been scared that it would happen again. That's why I attacked you before I realized who you were. I'm so sorry, Pete. Please try to understand. Please forgive me." "Of course I'll forgive you. No harm, no foul. Next time you hear noises in here it would be prudent to look before you start swinging, don't you think?" "Yes, darling, I'll try to remember that. Pete, we're snowed in. There's a major storm raging outside these walls and no one can get in or out." "Really? Let's go look out the front windows. This I've got to see. I love watching storms. Come on." Hand in hand they walked to the reception area and just stared at the white-out happening in front of them. Stacy was standing in front of him with his hands on her waist as they watched the swirling, blowing snow. He rested his head on hers as his hands began to creep up her torso. When his hands reached her breasts, Stacy let out a sigh and sank back into him, closing her eyes to let the emotions wash over her. His fingers closed around her hard nipples and began to pinch them lightly. She moaned and moved against him as these sensations raced through her body. When he increased the pressure on her nipples, she leaned backward, pushing her chest deeper into his hands and pressing her ass backward into his groin. He moved his head and kissed her ear. She shuddered and turned her head to kiss him squarely on the mouth. In the next instant, she turned her body and he released her nipples, allowing her to press hard against him. He moved his hands down to her ass cheeks and pressed her against his hardening cock. She was on the verge of cumming when he broke the kiss and held her tightly in his arms. He continued to kiss and lick her ear as she shuddered against him. "We should probably get set up for the night, Stacy. If we're going to stay here, I can set up one of those blow-up mattresses in my office. A little dinner might be in order as well. How does that sound to you?" "Oh, yes, Pete. That's just fine with me. Hold me for a moment longer, please, I need to settle down a little before I try to make us some dinner." After holding each other for a short time, they returned to the coffee room to begin the process of settling in. Pete went to the supply closet and retrieved a mattress, some pillows and some blankets. He told her he would set them up and be back in a few minutes. Once he got the supplies to his office, he moved the office furniture to the left, making room for the mattress on the floor. He plugged in the mattress and in a few minutes it was inflated. He laid the two blankets over the mattress and dropped the pillows at the far end. In the meantime, Stacy was fixing bowls of soup for them for dinner with cheese and crackers to snack on after the soup. She also set up a pot of coffee and started it perking. She was humming to herself when he came back into the room and put his arms around her, kissing her on the neck. She leaned back into him and tilted her neck to give him access. They ate dinner in silence, both of them thinking about what the night would bring. They had made love last Saturday but this was more like living together. They would be here for at least 24 hours and neither of them had any change of clothes. After dinner, they turned on the television in the coffee room and watched the local news. The storm was severe and residents were urged to stay where they were until the plows could open the roads. The broadcaster expected the storm to rage for at least another twelve hours. That meant that in addition to the probability of sleeping together, they also had to amuse themselves until then. Pete was the first to speak. "Stacy, I think I would like to join the contest, it's not too late, is it?" "Of course not, Pete. Valentine's Day is tomorrow. You'll have to work quickly. Do you have something in mind?" "Yes, I think so. I brought some photos from home and I thought I'd use some red ribbons to frame them. I have only a small space so it shouldn't take too long. Do you have something to do in your office while I get creative? I'm not sure I could work with an audience." "I've always got work to do. Let me know when you're done and we'll have coffee and watch television for awhile, ok?" "Absolutely. It shouldn't take too long. I'll go get my stuff. See you in a little while, Princess." They kissed lightly then, each of them knowing that the night would bring them closer together. Stacy returned to her office and Pete retrieved the photos he brought with him. Several of them were of the dogs he had loved over time, several of them were his kids, taken long ago. His idea was to juxtapose these around a blank space, holding only a question mark. The idea being that he was still searching for his Valentine. He found the tape and began to work. Two hours later, he knocked on Stacy's door. "Hi, I'm done. How are you doing?" "Great. I just about done here as well. I need about ten more minutes and I'll sign off. It's only 8 pm, Pete, what do we do for the rest of the evening?" "Just finish your work, Princess, I'll think of something. Meet me in the coffee room when you're ready." Pete asked if they had a couple of decks of cards in the office. Stacy told him which of the cabinets to look in. When she finally walked into the room, she stared at his place on the wall." "Interesting, Pete, but what does it mean?" "All will be revealed tomorrow, Stacy, for now I have an idea. Would you like to play some cards?" "Sure, what are we going to play, strip poker?" "No, that would be too easy. I'll teach you a game I learned from my wife's family. It originated in South America among the Gaucho's to pass the time while they were herding cattle on the pampas. It's called Borocco and it's a combination of several games. Each hand is unique so you can play it for a long time without getting bored. If you can find a pen and some paper, I'll write down the rules for you and we can begin to keep score after you're comfortable with the rules." "Ok, I'll be back in a jiffy. I have paper and pens in my office." They played two games, both of which Pete won. Stacy gave him a run for his money the second game but they decided that it was late enough to prepare for bed. They went to their separate rest rooms to take care of necessities and to wash themselves as best they could in preparation for each other. Pete decided to sleep naked as he usually did, given that when his door was closed, the room would be pitch black when he turned out the light. Folding his clothes on the seat of his chair, he snapped off the light switch. The two blankets were quite comfortable atop the mattress. He lay on his back with his hands under his head thinking about his situation. Finally, he heard her tap on is partially open door. "Pete, are you still awake?" "Of course. You should know that I am naked under the covers in here, are you naked?" "No, but I will be very shortly." "Open the door slowly but don't turn the light on. I moved the furniture to the left. You can undress in the doorway and put your things on the chair. The mattress is on the floor to your right." The door cracked open and he saw the silhouette of her body with the light from the hallway behind her. God, she was gorgeous, he thought. She hesitantly began to undress, first unbuttoning her blouse and placing it on the chair. Her bra came next and he could clearly see the outline of her small, pert breasts. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, leaving only her panties on her luscious body. Pete's cock was as hard as a steel pole by this time. Hooking her thumbs in the waistline of her panties, she slowly pushed them down and placed them on top of her other clothes. With her right hand, she reached back and closed the door. "Drop down to your knees. The mattress is just at the edge of the desk. I'll pull back the covers for you." In the next instant, he felt her hand press the edge of the mattress. He pulled the top cover back to allow her to crawl in and she did, moving up to the pillow level before lying down on her side. She was facing away from him as he threw the covers over both of them. For a brief moment, they lay besides each other, not touching at all. He heard her let out a deep sigh just before she spoke. "Pete, could you hold me, please? I'd feel much safer." "Just stay as you are and I'll move over behind you. My right arm is going under the pillow and my left arm is going around your waist, ok?" "Yes, that's good. I have your hand. Oh, Yes, that's so good. Press against me, please, like that, yes, thank you." He was spooned against her with his hard cock pressed into the small of her back. His left hand was resting on her belly with her hand atop his. He was very careful not to touch her breasts as he moved his body closer. She wiggled her ass against his cock and pressed backwards with her torso forcing him to be in full contact with her warm body. "Can I make a small adjustment, please?" "Sure. Get as comfortable as you can. It's going to be a long night." To his surprise, she lifted her left leg and reached down to flip his cock between her legs, pressing it into the folds of her pussy lips. She then lowered her leg to trap his cock between her smooth, hot thighs. She sighed audibly as she closed her leg over his hard cock but didn't otherwise move. He couldn't believe it. Steady, boy, don't get aggressive. Let her take the lead. After all, she is still your boss. They settled in together, their breathing almost matching one another. She laced the fingers of her right hand thru his fingers and cooed as she lightly caressed the back of his left hand on her belly. She tingled as she felt his warm breath on the back of her neck and in a few minutes, she was sound asleep, safe in the arms of her lover. He finally relaxed when he realized she had fallen asleep. Sometime during the night, he wasn't quite sure when, she had turned over and as he began to wake up, he found her nose just inches from his own. Her small breasts were pressed against his chest and her arms were around him, draped casually over his waist. His cock was as hard as a rock and pressing into her soft belly. He couldn't resist kissing her pert nose and she sighed as he did so. "Is it morning yet?" she whispered. "Not sure." He replied. She lifted her head just a little and placed a light kiss on his mouth. He moved his left hand to the back of her head and held her there, returning her kiss with just a hint of tongue as he licked her lips. "ummm" she breathed, "that's nice. More, please." He kissed her again, harder this time, and he felt her mouth soften and her tongue sneak out to lick his lips. His cock began to throb as their kiss continued and a small moan escaped her lips. Her body began to move, rubbing her breasts against his chest and her pussy against his hard cock. "Pete, make love to me, please, I want you so bad." She rolled onto her back, pulling him with her. She spread her legs, allowing his cock to press against her pussy lips and their hips bumped together. As their kiss continued, he moved his hips against her without entering her and she responded by pushing her hips against him. "Stacy, are you sure?" "Yes, oh, yes. Please, I need you." She rolled her hips, surrounding him with her lean legs. His cock nearly entered her when she moved and she moaned as she felt the head pushing against her moist slit. "That's it, Pete, right there. Push it in. Oh, Yes, Yes." He pressed his hips forward, entering her with just the head of his cock. She dug her fingers into his shoulder blades in response, so he pushed in a little further. "Oh, Pete, you're so big. You're splitting me, Oh, Yes." He pressed forward, pushing another inch or so of his cock into the gasping woman, then paused to let her get used to being filled. When he stopped pushing, she urged him on. "Yes, darling, push it in, give it all to me, I want you deep inside me, Pete, please, fuck me, oh, fuck me, yes." He moved slightly back, then pressed forward and entered her completely. She gasped and closed her legs tightly around him, digging her nails into his back as she grasped him tightly. Her mouth found his and she shoved her tongue deeply into his waiting mouth, filling it in the same way that his cock was filling her pussy. She was in heaven at last and so was he. Her hips began to buck against him, forcing him to begin to fuck her in earnest. Pull out, shove forward, yes, oh, that's good, that's soooo good. Oh, God, her pussy is milking me. It's so tight and so silky and ..and...Ohhhhh." They fell into a rhythm. She forced her ass off the mattress as he slammed his cock into her. Both of them were trying to get inside the other as deeply as they could. She screamed as he felt her hot juices bathing his cock and it was all he could do not to cum. He wanted to give her more. He gritted his teeth, holding back his cum as she finally began to come down from her high. She was gasping for breath and clinging to him hard as he continued to move in and out of her divine pussy. In a few moments, she began to mumble in his ear. "Oh, Pete, help me, I want to cum again, Oh, you feel so good inside me, fuck me, Pete, fuck me hard, cum in me, make it hot, Oh, yes, Pete, I love you, oh" When she came the second time, he couldn't hold back and blasted his hot cum deep into her pussy. She screamed as she came again and her scream pitched even higher as she felt his hot cum bathe her pussy walls. She nearly passed out with the sensation of Pete cumming inside her. He nearly passed out from the sensation of her pussy pulling his hot cum from him. Their worlds exploded into a billion bits of colored light. The sub-atomic particles that made up each of them co-mingled and settled into a new pattern. He was a part of her and she was a part of him. The old Pete and Stacy were no more. They were reformed into new people, intimately connected at the lowest possible level, never to be the same again. My Boss, My Valentine? When their breathing returned to almost normal, they looked into each other's eyes and they knew their world had changed. They remained locked together for a long time until his limp cock finally slipped from her wet pussy. He rolled onto his side and she rolled into him, not wanting to let him go. He wrapped his arms around her and they fell back to sleep for another hour or two before the ringing phone woke them up. Pete moved up to his knees and reached across her to find the telephone on his desk. "Hello" "Hi, Pete, It's Jim. Are you ok?" "Yes, We're fine, Jim. Where are you?" "I'm at home. I made it in just before the storm hit yesterday. Who's there with you?" "Stacy. She's fine two but I think she's still sleeping. We got out the air mattresses and blankets and we're quite snug here. I haven't checked yet but I don't think we're going to be leaving anytime soon." "No, I wouldn't advise it. Is anyone else there?" "No, it's just us, the workaholics. We didn't notice that everyone had left until it was too late to leave ourselves. We have food and the mattresses and the television, so we're ok for probably another day or two. If we're stuck here longer than that, we'll have to break into the vending machines." "Ok, as long as you're safe. Ask Stacy to call me when she wakes up, ok? Have a good day and don't try to go anywhere, it's a nightmare out there." "Ok, Jim, we'll stay put and I'll have her call you later." As the conversation was in progress, Stacy's hand had begun massaging his cock and it was responding nicely. Near the end, she added her mouth to the efforts and it was all he could do to not groan into the phone. When he finally hung up, she took his whole cock into her mouth, forcing the head down the opening of her throat. He collapsed back to the mattress but she didn't let go of his cock. He began to maneuver her body so that he could get to her pussy as she sucked his cock and she assisted him in the realignment. As his mouth attacked her dripping pussy, she deep-throated his cock again. He rolled them so that she was on top and could control how deep his cock went. He began licking and biting her pussy lips, causing her hips to buck and her mouth to emit small yelps and moans around his cock. When he licked her clit, she yelled and flooded his face with her juices, clinging hard to his cock all the while. He lapped up her juices as she began to relax. She lay moaning and writhing on top of him with her hand firmly gripping his cock. He had a firm grip on her ass as he licked her dripping juices, kneading her ass cheeks with his strong fingers. Finally, he pushed her off him and moved up to kiss her and hold her while she recovered from her latest orgasm. As her breathing returned to normal, she began to rain kisses on his face. Then she whispered a request into his ear between kisses. "Pete, can I sit on you, please?" In response, he lifted her by her arms and moved her down his body until she was sitting with his cock between her pussy lips. She sat up on her knees and with bright eyes, reached down to adjust the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy. Slowly, she sat down on his hard cock, impaling herself. He watched her expression change as his cock penetrated her. She was absolutely blissful when his entire cock was inside her. She closed her eyes and began to rock back and forth. He placed his hands on her hips to steady her, as her rocking became more violent. Forward and back, side to side, up and down, she was moving every way she could. Her movements allowed his cock to touch different places inside of her sensitive pussy. Low moans and yelps escaped her lips as she moved and she was taken completely into the motion. Finally, she began to move up and down hard, raising herself almost off his cock then slamming her body back down, driving it as deeply as possible inside herself. He held her waist to assist her. She nearly wore herself out so he took over, raising and dropping her on his hard cock. She was like a rag doll in his hands as he reached for his own climax. When he came she froze, pushing down on his cock as hard as she could, every muscle tensed to grab the most from this exquisite sensation. When she expelled a huge breath, she fell forward onto his chest and collapsed. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly as he recovered from his own orgasm. He managed to catch the edge of the blanket and throw it over them and they slept for another two hours. This time when they woke up it was with light kisses and licks and low murmurs of appreciation. "Stacy, do you have a photo of yourself here?" "Yes, Pete, I was going to us it on my section of the wall." "May I have a copy of it, please." "Of course. It's not a very good photo, however, my neighbor took it. What are you going to do with it?" "I'm going to cover my question mark with it, if that's ok with you. It would mean breaking your rule about hanky-panky in the office. Once it's up, everyone would know." "I think we've already broken that rule to pieces, Pete. Beside, there are no real secrets around here. I'd be proud to have my photo in your space." "Happy Valentine's Day, Princess." "Happy Valentine's Day to you, My Prince."