1 comments/ 14759 views/ 3 favorites The Thank You Dinner By: me71 "I don't care how you do it, just get it done!" The phone landed with a rattle back in the cradle. "How old is he - three?" Nate exploded, slamming himself back in his leather chair, running both hands through his already messy curls. Nathaniel Walker was having a bad day and it was only 11:45 am. It had started out fairly good for a Friday. Traffic had been excellent and for the first time in God only knows when, he made it to work by 7:30 am. Paperwork that had been sitting in his In-Tray for a week was now safely tucked into the Out-Tray, ready for his PA to work whatever magic she needed to get it distributed correctly. Files were updated and put away from the past few weeks of slaving over them checking and rechecking figures for the latest project. Nate decided everything was going great. Right up until the phone rang at 11:00am. "How can a grown man who graduated in the top five percent of his class not know that you have to order a few weeks in advance when sea freighting from the other side of the bloody world?" Nate wondered aloud, shaking his tawny head. He pushed himself out of the chair and stalked over to his side cupboard, opening the bottom door and reaching in for the bottle of Jameson's he kept in there for emergencies or late night strategy meetings with his best mate and business partner, Koby Allen. Pouring two fingers…okay, three fingers into a crystal tumbler, he looked up at the clock on the timber panel wall and decided it was after 12:00 pm somewhere in the world, therefore okay to indulge in the badly needed shot. He and Koby really needed this project to come together. It was the final step required to put their company, NAK Inc, on the map and he had imbeciles who thought a container ship could get from London to Australia and the stock cleared through customs, off the wharf and delivered to the customer in five days, working for him! 'Okay, that was harsh,' he thought, 'not imbeciles but Christ on a crutch; can't anybody else think for themselves anymore?' He exhaled roughly, massaging his temple with one hand while throwing the whiskey that was held in his other down his tan throat. A tapping on the door pulled his attention to the woman standing just outside his office. He had forgotten to shut the door before having his little tantrum and was now feeling another form of heat rising up his neck…all the way from his loins. "I couldn't help but overhear your side of the conversation, Nate. Is everything alright with the Harbourside Marina Project?" enquired Abby, Nate's PA, who in his opinion was the most striking woman he had ever met with her blue eyes and dead straight black hair, which she kept tucked up in a professional but sexy French braid. She was wearing his favourite outfit today too: tailored black trousers and one of those silky blouse things. The one that made a man want to touch it to see if it was as soft as it looked. It was a blue one today. "No, Abby, everything is not alright. The shipment has only just left the factory on it's way to the wharf in London," Nate replied disgustedly, enlightening her to the other side of the conversation. "Paulson didn't realise it would take so long to get here and hadn't organised the order until last week." "Is it possible to get the truck to take it to the airport rather than the wharf?" Abby asked. "That way, we can air freight it and with pre-clearing through customs it should be here and ready for delivery by this time next week." Nate just looked at her in awe and then smacked his hand to his forehead, forgetting that it was the one he held the crystal tumbler in. "Oh, Fuck, that hurt!" he cried, too busy trying to rub away the pain in his head to be worried about embarrassing himself in front of his sexy PA. Abby had realised what was going to happen when she saw the hand with the glass rising but couldn't stop it in time. "Here let me look at your head," she said clucking her tongue, as she walked briskly over to Nate, reaching up for the hand rubbing his forehead. "No, it's alright. I'm a big boy." Nate didn't want Abby to get too close because of the way she affected his body whenever she was in the same room with him. Actually he only had to smell her perfume to have the same reaction. Parts of him desperately wanted to make friends with parts of her but he was acutely aware of their working relationship and didn't want any sexual harassment charges brought against him. "Don't be silly. I'm a first aider. I have to check to make sure you didn't give yourself a concussion with that chunk of crystal." Abby once again grabbed for his hand. "Why don't you put the culprit down and sit down so I can see your head and eyes better?" Nate gave in to her demand and, putting the glass down on the side cupboard, he turned round to face her, perching on the edge. "There, happy now?" he asked, sarcastically. The embarrassment was starting to set in. "Now look deep into my eyes," Abby said in a comical voice. "Are you getting sleepy? How many fingers am I holding up?" she asked in her normal husky voice. "Not sleepy and I didn't know you had seven fingers on each hand," Nate joked. "Okay, smart guy, you're fine. Next time remember if you're going to get all drama queen on me, use the hand that DOESN'T have the chunk of glass in it!" "I'll have you know that tumbler is genuine Baccarat crystal, you peasant!" Nate said in a faux-snooty accent. "Oh, so sorry, M'Lord, I didn't realise the importance of such a piece," Abby played along, bobbing into a quick curtsy. Unfortunately, on top of the three fingers of Jameson's and the knock on the head, the proximity of Abby's curvy little body was too much for Nate's poor system to bear and he found himself hardening right there in front of her. He quickly rose from his perch, turned away and walked uncomfortably to his desk, clearing his throat and wishing like hell his hard-on would settle down as he settled back in his chair…BEHIND the desk. "Yes, well back to the marina project," he said in a brisk tone. "Do you think you could contact our clearing house and organise for them to set this plan into action?" "Shouldn't be hard," Abby quipped. She had noticed the movement in Nate's jeans, her gaze longingly following her hot boss's butt as he walked over to his desk. In the year she had been with the company, Abby had woven many a fantasy in relation to her boss and his fine form. A vision of Nate wearing those blue jeans and nothing else ran through her head. Nate's head turned sharply at her reply. Surely she couldn't have meant that the way it sounded, he thought but her face showed only the innocent expression she usually wore. "Great. You arrange the change of delivery method and I'll contact Paulson to advise him not to bother fixing anything else for us!" Abby agreed and reluctantly went back to her desk outside Nate's office. Efficient as always, she made the necessary arrangements without any fuss. Abby couldn't believe that Paulson had made such a huge mistake with this project. Everyone in the small company knew this was the big one. Everyone but Paulson, it seemed. Abby knew Nate and Koby came from wealthy families and that both the guys had decided to do this on their own. She was very impressed with their independence. Sighing, Abby continued on with her other work until Nate poked his head out the door. "All done?" Nate enquired. "Yes. Everything has been fixed. I've emailed the necessary documents to the clearing agency and they should take care of everything else. All we have to do is sign for the shipment on Wednesday and have it delivered to the Marina on Friday. See, all fixed!" "Abby, you're a life saver…or should I say job saver? Paulson owes you a big bunch of flowers for saving his job," Nate said as he wandered completely out of the office. "How about I buy you some lunch? It's my way of saying thanks too. You really covered my butt on this job too." 'How about I cover your butt with baby oil and my hands?' Abby thought, mentally licking her lips. "Sounds great! Pub for lunch?" she asked. "No, this thank you requires somewhere a bit more up market than the local pub. How does Michels grab you?" "Michels? Do you really think we're dressed appropriately for there?" Abby wondered looking at Nate's jeans and polo shirt. "Yeah, should be. It's only the lunch crowd. Michel only gets pissy about dress code at dinner," Nate responded thinking about his old uni friend. "On second thought, how about we just grab lunch from Mickey D's down the road and I'll treat you to dinner tonight at Michels?" Nate was rather proud of this idea. This way he could have the pleasure of seeing Abby all dressed up and relaxed out of the office and yet cover himself from a possible harassment suit by claiming it was a work dinner. It wouldn't hurt to claim it on the company credit card either. Shit, he was brilliant! "Oh Nate, you don't have to. I was only doing my job after all," Abby demurred though inside she was pumping her fist in the air saying, 'Yes!' "No, I insist!" He really did! "Come on, Abby, don't be a spoil sport. I need to thank you properly for all the great work you've been doing over the past year," Nate coaxed. Now that he had made the decision, it was imperative she said yes. He needed to see her tonight. "I'll send a car for you to bring you to the restaurant and I can drop you off home afterwards if that would make you feel better…or not." Nate knew her car was in the shop getting a new paint job thanks to some inconsiderate jerk who had rammed her in the local shopping centre car park and he thought if he gave her this option, she wouldn't think he was trying to come on to her; though he desperately wanted to. "Oh, alright, if you put it that way, it would be lovely to have dinner tonight," again mentally Abby was jumping around the office like a lunatic. "Great, I'll send the car to pick you up at 7:00 pm. Meanwhile, I'll head down to McD's and grab our lunch. Same as usual?" Nate knew he was almost babbling and just wanted to get out of the office as quickly as possible so he could get in his car to calm down. "Thanks. The usual is fine." Abby waited until Nate had left the area before jumping up out of her chair and doing a little booty shake. She then stopped and straightened her blouse, furtively looking around for any spectators. Thankfully, the other three people in the office took no notice of her. Nate reached his car and upon opening the door, slid straight in behind the wheel. 'Whew, that was close,' he thought, then pumped a fist in the air and yelled "Yes!" He fired up the car and went to get lunch. The rest of the day went on as usual. Nate came back with their lunch and after eating had gotten back to their respective tasks for the day, both thinking of the coming night. At 6:00 pm, Abby was still debating which of the two dresses laid out on the bed would be the best for a work dinner. There was the classic little black dress that no self respecting woman would ever be caught without, or the eye popping red one that was her lucky dress. And boy, did she want to get lucky tonight. She was worried the black would be too plain and the red would be too flashy because she would have to go braless with it. "Damn it. It's probably the only time I'll ever get to go out with him, even if it is for work. I'll wear the red!" Abby decided aloud. Quickly removing her bra and she pulled the red dress on carefully over her hair. "There, it's on and it's not coming off. Well, not before dinner that is," she chuckled wickedly, hoping like hell she would have reason to take it off after dinner and not just to get into bed by herself. Abby was sick and tired of being alone. It had been 15 months since she had split with her last boyfriend and therefore 15 long months since she had gotten laid. The length of time was definitely not due to any secret hope that they would get back together, just that the first few months she was angry with all men because of the two-timing prick and then she had started working at NAK Inc. and had fallen secretly in lust with her sexy but oblivious boss. The next 45 minutes was taken up with last minute primping, hair, face, good knickers. All check! Now all she had to do was wait for the car Nate was sending. Five minutes later, it arrived. Only it wasn't the car she was expecting which was the little Corolla they kept at work for any visitors from the London factory. No, the car that had pulled up outside her little town house was taking up two car spaces. "Holy fuck! He's sent a bloody limo!" she exclaimed. Bemusedly she locked up her house and walked down the path toward the long black car. Nodding to the driver who held open the door for her, she ducked down and climbed in, ever mindful of the short skirt of her dress. She didn't want to give the neighbours who were gawking out their windows too much of a show, after all. Sinking back into the plush leather seat, Abby felt excitement bubble inside her. Maybe tonight actually is going to be my lucky night, and on that thought she settled in to enjoy the ride to the restaurant. The Thank You Dinner "I'm holding your hand. What else?" Nate asked her, rubbing his thumb over the knuckles he had a grip on. He couldn't believe what he had done. He could feel a tremble but couldn't decide if it was from her hand or his. "Yes but why?" Abby questioned with a confused look on her face. "Because it was either hold your hand or drag you up and kiss you senseless." Abby watched his face carefully as she made her next comment. "You could still kiss me if you wanted." Nate's jaw clenched. "If I kiss you Abby, it won't just stop there." "Who said it had to?" Abby saw the blue of his eyes deepen in the dim lighting of the restaurant. "Are you sure?" Nate's voice was pure gravel with that question. "Sure as I'll ever be and there's a perfectly good limo outside stocked to roof with food and drink if we get hungry or thirsty." Abby was already retrieving her purse and making to stand up. "Are you coming?" "Not yet but I plan to be soon." Nate also rose and this time did nothing to hide the erection that was straining the front of his trousers from her. They hastily made their exit from the restaurant just as Sam and Michel were coming out of the kitchen to visit with them. "Well, I see he's done it again, Sam." Michel said with a grin on his face. "The boy never could keep it in his pants for too long." "Ah, but his date tonight was stunning, Michel. Long legs and body made for sin," Sam advised his lover. "You sound as if you wanted her yourself," Michel said with a little pout. "Lover, even you would have considered turning if you had seen the look in her eyes when she looked at him," Sam turned and rubbed his hand over his lover's arse. "That hot, huh?" "Yep. That hot!" With that, they both went back into the kitchen. With hands clasped, Nate and Abby hurried to where the limo was still parked. Nate opened the door and helped Abby inside before entering himself. The privacy screen rolled down quietly to display their driver. "Where do you want to go, Sir?" Nate looked heatedly at Abby before responding. He searched her face to check for any doubts. Eyes locked, Nate finally spoke, "Home, thanks. Take the scenic route." "Very good, sir," said the driver. The privacy screen slid soundlessly up and Nate and Abby were once again on their own. The air was thick with desire. Nate could only stare at Abby and she at him. Nate leaned in closer to Abby's face, his eyelids at half-mast and he took a deep breath in. "You smell so good, Abby." Abby could feel her heart race. It seemed she had waited an eternity to be here with him. "I taste better than that," she growled sexily. "I'll just have to see about that." With that, Nate lowered his head and fit his mouth to hers. Lips joined, parted, joined, parted, then joined again. Tongues tangled, tasted and retreated only to tangle and taste again. Nate pulled his head back to look down into Abby's flushed face. Her lipstick had smudged and her eyes held an internal glow. "You're right. You do taste better," Nate whispered. He raised his hands to the front of Abby's dress and cupped her breasts through the fabric, his thumbs rubbing back and forth across the nipples until they firmed. Not to be outdone, staring him straight in the eye, Abby raised her hands to trace the buttons of Nate's shirt. Slowly she started to open the top button, then the second, until all buttons were undone and she could pull the shirt tail out of Nate's trousers to display his furry chest and cut abdomen. Still watching him, Abby placed her hands on his abs and slowly started to rub upwards towards his nipples, slightly pinching them, continuing up to twine her arms around Nate's neck. Nate stopped rubbing her nipples and began to run his own hands over her body, edging down and then under the skirt of Abby's dress, continuing up to grip the cheeks of her arse in his strong hands. Nate scooped her off of the seat next to him and sat her astride his lap. Watching each other as their hands started to learn each other's bodies or as much of each other they could reach, Nate and Abby began to kiss in earnest. This time there was no hesitancy of the unknown; they had each learned the other's taste and wanted to immerse themselves in it. Suddenly the privacy screen rolled down an inch or so and they could hear the driver advise them that they had arrived at Nate's house. Separating only enough to straighten a few strategic articles of clothing, Nate opened the door and once again helped Abby from the limo. They stood on the footpath until the limo pulled away, before grinning at each other and running up to Nate's front door. Abby stumbled a little in the gold heels and before she knew what happened, Nate scooped her up into his arms and continued his run to the door. Puffing slightly, Nate retrieved his keys from his pocket and opened the door. Abby only had a glimpse of timber, glass and very stylish furniture before being hurried down the corridor to the back of the house and Nate's bedroom. Inside the bedroom, Nate put Abby down on her feet. The only light in the room came from the moonlight shining through the ceiling to floor glass window that looked out over a quiet little inlet. Delighted, Abby could see a sailboat anchored and bobbing in the gentle waves, the picture of serenity. Nate watched her reaction to the view and was touched by the sweet smile that appeared on Abby's face. He turned her around, looking for the opening to her dress. As much as he loved the sexy red dress, he desperately wanted to see what she wore underneath. Abby helped him out by grabbing the bottom of the dress and pulling it up and over her head. She dropped the dress on the floor and stood before him in only her lacy red knickers and the gold high heeled sandals. She cocked a hip and placed her hands on her waist. "What are you waiting for?" she asked in a low throaty voice. Nate thought he was having a heart attack, his heart was thumping inside his chest and his breathing was shallow. Without saying a word, he started attacking his own clothes. Nate couldn't remember the last time he was this frantic to get out of his clothes. He stripped off his shirt and started to push his trousers down his legs. Unfortunately in his haste he forgot to slip off his shoes first and ended up inelegantly hopping about on one foot trying to disentangle his foot from the trouser leg. Abby couldn't help herself, she started to laugh. Nate stopped hopping about and stood up straight. "What's so funny?" He wasn't too sure he was happy to be the butt of any jokes just at that moment. "You are," Abby giggled. She was so happy at that moment. Here was her dream man, in such a rush to get naked for her, that he turned into a normal clumsy person. Abby wasn't too experienced in this sort of thing. Not that she was a virgin but she'd only been with two other guys before and neither of those experiences made her feel like she could laugh and relax while still feeling hot and horny. "Let me help." She took the two steps needed to get close enough to Nate to help him rid himself of the mutinous shoes. Abby sank to her knees in front of Nate and gently lifted one foot to remove the offending shoe and sock. That done she then lifted the other foot to rid it of the other shoe and sock. Nate stepped out of his trousers and kicked them away. He stood there in his tight boxer briefs and looked down to where Abby sat at his feet looking back up at him. Every cell in his body reacted to the longing he saw on her face. His erection grew to a new level of hardness until the head of his cock peeked over the top of the briefs. All of the spit in Abby's mouth dried up. Mesmerized by the sight of Nate's cock, she slowly raised her hand and reached to touch it softly with her finger. It jerked in reaction and a pearl of pre-cum appeared at the tip. That was all the incentive she needed. Abby gripped the waistband of Nate's briefs and pulled them down his legs, leaving his hardness swaying in the breeze. Nate reached down and gripped Abby under the arms to pull her up his body. The feel of her generous breasts sliding up his legs then torso was almost his undoing. Running his hands around her to meet at her spine, Nate just held her. The urgency was still there but tempered as he took the opportunity to just hold her and try to slow his heart rate. It didn't work. Abby looked up and Nate took her mouth in a passionate kiss once again. His lips trailed down Abby's throat, over the pulse point, down her collar bone to her breast. Open mouth kisses left a wet path from one breast to the other, and still he traced downwards. Kneeling on the floor in front of her, Nate's mouth encountered the lacy edge of Abby's panties. Using his teeth, he dragged the panties down her legs until they dropped to the floor at Abby's feet. Nate worked his hands and mouth back up Abby's legs to the junction where thigh met groin. He blew a gentle stream of air over the black curls that housed her femininity. A shiver went through her and Abby felt a trickle of wetness slide down the inside of her thigh. Moving her legs apart, Nate pressed his mouth to the dripping pussy in front of him. Alternating between licking and sucking the hard little clit that had risen from it's hiding place amongst the curls, Nate held Abby to him when she started at the contact. Abby's hands had taken over from Nate on her breasts. She began to rub and tease her nipples, moulding her breasts and then running her hands down her stomach to rest in the tawny curls of Nate's hair. She gripped the curls lightly and started to guide Nate's movements. Pressure was building up inside her and she moaned. Breathing harshly, Nate pulled away from her wet puss and pulled Abby down to the floor with him. Lying down, he pulled her thighs over his head until he had manoeuvred her into a sixty-nine position. On her hands and knees, straddling his face, Abby looked down at Nate's erection. Slowly she lowered her mouth onto his cock and kissed the tip, lightly licking the pre-cum that had coated it until all that covered it was her saliva. Dropping her head some more, she started to lick up and down the shaft, stopping every so often to take Nate's cock deep inside her mouth. Nate took up where he left off and continued to lick and suck at her hot wet core. Making a point of his tongue, Nate started to tongue fuck her in earnest. Abby took one of her hands from it's grip on Nate's cock and with her fingers began a duel with the busy tongue licking her slit, sliding her fingers into her twat as Nate's tongue retreated. Nate watched as Abby played with herself while she sucked his cock. Two fingers slipped inside and began pumping in rhythm with her strokes on Nate. Nate was getting more excited by the second. His cock was getting the best blow job and he was watching Abby fuck herself at the same time. Suddenly it was too much, Nate moved and flipped them over so that Abby landed underneath him and his hips were cradled between her slippery thighs. With one thrust, he slid into her well lubricated pussy. Both Nate and Abby sighed at the feel of his cock finally inside her. They then began to move against each other, thrusting slowly then building up to a frantic pace. Hearts racing, breath heaving, both bodies frantically moving until "YEEEESSS!!" Nate and Abby yelled together. They collapsed in a pile of arms and legs. Nate rolled off Abby so that she could catch her breath. "Well, I'd have to say that was the best Thank You I could ever have gotten," Abby said when she caught her breath. Nate chuckled. "That wasn't actually what I had in mind this morning," he said with a wry grin. "It was in MY mind!" Abby told him truthfully. "In fact, I've been thinking about this for a long time now but never in my wildest dreams would I have believed it could happen." "I thought about it too but I thought you just wanted to be friends and colleagues so I never pursued anything," Nate admitted, turning on his side to watch Abby in the moonlight. He could feel his hard on strengthening again. She still wore the gold heels and it was turning him on thinking of all the possibilities for the night ahead. Abby turned as well. "I still want to be friends, Nate. I would like to be more than that actually, if you want, that is?" She asked the last part in a quiet voice. "I definitely WANT. Can't you see how MUCH I want you?" Nate queried. They both looked down to Nate's hard cock, which was making it's presence known once again. Abby took his cock in her hand. "I think you do," she said in wonder as she began to lightly stroke the hard pole. Abby stared back at Nate. The room dimmed as a cloud passed over the moon. She pushed Nate onto his back and climbed on top of him, continuing her ministrations. "No think about it. We're talking definite!" Nate ran his hands up her sides to grip her hips and help guide them as Abby stopped stroking and replaced her hand with her pussy. She began to ride him with a slow rolling rhythm. "Maybe I should take these off," Abby pointed to her heels. "No way, babe! They are the sexiest shoes I've ever seen," Nate enthused as the sight of Abby's puss sliding up and down his cock pushed his excitement level up another notch. "Seeing you standing there in nothing but these heels is now permanently etched in my mind's eye. I'll be remembering you that way all the time. At work, at home, in bed…" "Oh, shut up and fuck me, Nate!" Abby interrupted and leaned down to kiss him passionately while sliding up and down his cock. Nate did just that. He gripped Abby's hips tighter and started to pump his hips hard up into her, bracing himself with his shoulders and feet. Abby almost fell off. She braced her feet on the floor on either side of Nate's hips and her hands on his chest as she rode him jockey style to the finish line. Once again, they both reached the pinnacle together, screaming their release. Much later, after finally making it to Nate's king size bed, they heard the distinct sound of stomachs rumbling. Both laughed. Nate carelessly stroked a finger up Abby's arm. "I suppose we should eat something." Abby grinned, "I thought we already did!" She wiggled her eyebrows at him in a mock leer. Nate laughed out loud and rolled Abby underneath him once again. "I can't believe it took me this long to get you here with me." "Since I'm here now, why don't you show me again what it is you've wanted to do?" Abby asked. Nate then proceeded to do so, all the way into the morning light. Abby eventually got her Thank You dinner…Sunday night!