Chapter 1
Tay
It was my first day on the job and I'm already running late. I scramble out of bed trying not to wake my husband, and rush to the bathroom. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What was I thinking staying up so late last night?! I was just so nervous about today, I had my husband take my mind off of it for a bit, and although it helped, I could kick myself now, as I'm even more nervous that I could potentially be late on my very first day!
Kyle, whom I have been married to for 15 years, walks in the bathroom after hearing all of the ruckus I was making. He wraps his arms around me and starts kissing my neck. I can feel his cock harden against my ass.
"Kyle, I am going to be even more late if you keep that up." I say.
"I just figured I could help take the nerves away like I did last night. Damn baby, your pussy was so good, I can't get enough of it!" Kyle says.
"As much as I would love to have your tongue buried in my pussy and my lips wrapped around your hard cock, I HAVE to get ready for work. I'll make it up to you tonight, I promise." I say.
"Okay, but don't you dare break that promise!" he says as he smacks my ass and walks away.
I just shake my head and smile and turn the shower on. I yank off my t-shirt and panties, brush my teeth, and then step under the steamimg hot water. I let the hot water soothe my achy muscles and wash away the nerves of today. "Oh if I only had time, Kyle could join me. I know how much he loves shower sex." I think to myself.
We met in highschool and immediately hit it off. He was the football jock and I was the nerd. Or bookworm as he calls it. He needed help with his classes, so me being me, I decided to tutor him. I never would have thunk it, but those tutoring sessions eventually turned into sex sessions. Which eventually turned into HIM tutoring ME, given all of the sex positions we tried.
After graduation, it was the typical highschool sweetheart scenerio. He proposed. I said yes. A year later we were married. That was 15 years ago. And even after 15 years, I can honestly say I love him more today than the day I said "I do". Everything with him is so easy. Aside from having kids. That is our only downfall. Kyle has no swimmers. IVF is so expensive, so we haven't even thought of that as an option. I would love to have kids, but it just may not be in the cards for us. At least not biologically. We have been talking about fostering/adoption more lately.
I finish washing my hair and give myself a quick bathe. I rush out of the shower and dry off, grab some gel for my natural curly hair, give it a quick scrunch, throw on some make-up, then run to my closet. Thankfully I had the forethought of setting aside my outfit for today. I chose a black pencil skirt that lands just above the knee, a white 3/4 sleeve button up blouse with a bright pink blazer, and a pair of black stilettos.
I finish getting ready and realize I made great time. If traffic isn't bad, I just may make it with a few minutes to spare! I grab my coffee, thanks to my amazing husband, throw my purse over my shoulder, and was about to walk out the door when I hear "You better wait just a minute!" I turned around to see Kyle standing there with one eyebrow raised as if to say "How dare you leave without a kiss goodbye?!".
"Oh honey, I am sorry, you know I am running late. I would hate to be late on my first day!" I say.
Kyle walks up to me, grabs my ass and pulls me against him. Damn he is insatiable. He kisses me and slides his tongue across my bottom lip. I open immediately for him and give him access. He tastes like cinnamon from the cinnamon toast he ate this morning. He pulls me harder against him as he grabs the back of my head so he can deepen the kiss. Oh my God, I love how he kisses. I am starting to feel the twitch of my clit, so I pull away and step back. We are both breathing heavy and if I don't leave now, he will have his way with me against the counter. Did I mention he loves shower sex? Let me rephrase that. He just loves sex.
I remind him of the promise I made earlier, walk out the door, maneuver through traffic, and make it with 5 minutes to spare.
As I walk into the building, I see the sign "Walker and Associates". I have not met Jason Walker yet, so I am going in blind. My mind has pictured him being short, balding, with some extra layering, more so in his belly area. I have my first meeting with him after lunch today, so we shall see if I am right!
My interview was with Gladys, whose position I will be taking over. She has decided to retire further south to be with her kids and grandkids. Sigh. The thought of kids. If only Kyle and I could afford IVF.
I push the button on the elevator and choose the 8th floor per the HR packet I received. The elevator doors open and I gasp at how beautiful the reception office is. Modern furniture atop shiny hardwood floors. Breathtaking pictures displayed over the walls. The Florida sun shining in the floor to ceiling glass windows. "Damn!" I think to myself as I look around. "Mr. Walker has really put some money into this space. I wonder how HIS office looks!".
As I'm standing there in awe, I turn as I hear the sound of someone walking up. It's Gladys with her infectious smile. "Welcome to Walker and Associates, Tay! And right on time, I must add!" Gladys says. "If only she knew how close I was to having my husband's cock buried in my pussy just 30 minutes ago!" I think to myself.
"Well let me show you around. We need to get your desk set up so you are ready to officially start tomorrow." she says.
"Wait, I thought I had one week with you to show me the ropes?!" I say in a panic.
"I am so sorry, sweetie. My daughter had a business trip scheduled next week, but there was a change of plans. I'm needed there earlier than expected. Mr. Walker has agreed to show you how things are run around here. But I have no doubt you will be fine!" she says.
We get my desk and email account set up and Gladys shows me what my day to day duties will be. Coffee for Mr. Walker at 8:00 sharp, lunch at 12:00 sharp, and anything else he asks of me. In between, scheduling his meetings and answering phone calls. Okay, that is very easy. I would like more responsibility, but maybe once I am here a while, he will add to it.
The day goes by fast and before I know it, it's time for my meeting with Mr. Walker. I haven't seen him yet, so I wonder if he is even here.
"Gladys, where is Mr. Walker? It's time for my meeting and I haven't seen him come in yet." I ask her. Although, if he has, I wouldn't know. I don't even know what he looks like. Just what the image my mind has drawn.
"He is on his way. He decided to spend the first half of his day with his wife." she says.
"Awww. That's so sweet." I say.
"They are the perfect couple. Married right out of highschool. Next month will be 20 years!" says Gladys.
Just then, the elevator doors open and my eyes can't look away. Roughly 6'4", a man who appears to be late thirties, steps off and meets my eyes. Oh my. Never have I gotten wet looking at a stranger, but I can feel my panties being soaked with my juices. His hair is as dark as the night, short on the sides, longer on top, and it's slicked back into a man bun. He's wearing a pair of khaki pants and a polo shirt tucked in. If I had x-ray vision, I could see washboard abs, a broad chest with just a sprinkle of hair, and a cock that would make any woman's mouth water. I look back up and his eyes, the color of honey, are still focused on me.
"Gladys? I think Mr. Walker has a visitor. Has he made it in yet without me noticing?" I ask.
Gladys gives me a quizzical look and says "That IS Mr. Walker, Tay!"
"What. The. Fuck?!" I think to myself. My middle name has just become "Trouble".
