Jeff and Lisa's vibrating custard bin adventure. Part 2 For Jeff.

Quote of the story. "never had I seen such behaviour from the iron-fisted lady who managed our office".

By PrimeSlimeTime. (C) UMD.net. 2019

The workload she had for me was light, and I honestly really enjoyed for the first time in my life working with her. There's worse to look at, and now and then i picked up on her looking at me while the wheels were turning in her head. I did not understand what she was thinking, although I had a good idea. The documents she gave me were all adjusted and sent off to their various departments for review and response before lunch was even close. I looked up and found her to be staring at me, burning holes in me with her very intense dark-eyed gaze. The hair stood up on my neck as she looked like she would fly over and devour my soul at any second. Her desk phone buzzed at her annoyingly. She still stares at me ignoring it. It rang out then started buzzing again. Her anger flared up, and her temper exploded inside as she glared at her phone which right now was a distraction to her, yelling angrily at it, "shut up for fucks sake". Her gaze left me as she calmly lifted it up. After listening for a second she sweetly answered her phone, her voice to whoever it was, angelic. This woman was both angel and demon in the same body, I already knew never to piss her off, but this was a shock to even myself, who aged sixty, had seen just about everything life had to throw at you.

I got up from my desk after quickly signing off on my work and poured her a generous whiskey from her decanter on the bar overlooking the view outside. I took it to her and confidently sat on the edge of her desk and smiling at her, held it out to her after taking a good sip myself. It was strong, and something I'm definitely not used to. It was most probably a hundred or more dollars in value French cognac or something else exotic, the taste, smooth and going straight to my head as I swallowed it down slowly, it was so good. I shivered as it went through me and she took it from me without changing her look and drained it then handed me back the glass. "Thank you", she softly whispered to me, "I needed that". I took her glass and washed it in her bar sink, then polished it and returned it to its place, her eyes following my every move, staring holes in me from behind. I returned to my seat on the edge of her desk, "hungry?", I said in an enquiring tone, genuinely interested in her need for some food other than me. She had come across slightly dangerous and highly unpredictable, and I was on edge in response to her behaviour, the tension in the office most likely visible to her. "How about we go get some lunch", I said handing her jacket and shoes over, and she immediately lifted a leg for me to slip her shoe on, then the other.

I went to the door and opened it for her, with her coffee cup in my hand, sliding her door tag to out. I motioned for her to follow me out, and to my amazement she took up her jacket over her arm and followed me out the door. Well, the looks I got at that moment said it all. Everyone was up from their station and staring at us, not speaking a word. "We're out to a lunch meeting", I said to no one in particular, making sure everyone heard my words, and I held my arm out to her motioning gently for her to come with me. I placed my arm around her and patted her back gently as we left the office floor, leaving everyone aghast in disbelief. The closeness we were sharing, no one had ever seen before with anyone, and everyone who saw her with me going out to take lunch was staring in complete disbelief. She was a like a puppy on a new lead. She stayed close to me silent and unsmiling, expressionless in her visage, she was an intriguing monster, and I had somehow tamed her and she had all but been eating out of my hand all morning.

Going through security, I took a car tag and key off the wall, and we both zapped our id tags at the door to get out, the security guard, also in shock at what he was witnessing. I lead her outside into the fresh air as the sun was shining down, and a faint fragrance met us on the breeze coming off the bay. I escorted her to our car, a nice new Audi, like brand new, and I opened the door for her to get inside, her graces in posture and motion were elegant. I quickly got in. She was inspecting herself in the visor mirror, and continued to do so as I drove the car out of the car bay to the gate so we could leave, again zapping my id tag at the exit gate from the yard. With that we left and joined the traffic, on our way to the local fine dining hotel, where there was an account for corporate dining and guests, there would be no questioning our bill to have lunch, there is no way anyone would cross or even worse challenge her on anything.
I drove quietly along without her speaking a word and we quickly arrived at the hotel, The bus boy immediately came to the car and opened the door for her, assisting her to get out, and he led her up the steps to the entrance. The chauffer came to my door, and I got out handing him the keys. "good day sir", he politely said as he took the keys and motioned for me to attend the lady at the door. The car was quickly gone, and they ushered us inside the very upper class hotel.

We were seated at the usual corporate table in the dining room, soft music to greet us and I ordered us the usual Gin martinis that I knew she liked to sip on slowly. Give her whiskey and she would easily shoot you under the table. We eyed each other for a few minutes, as they delivered our drinks along with lunch menus, the food here was great, if not a little expensive. I took up my drink to offer her cheers, and she lifted hers and softly said, "thank you Jeff, for getting me out of there. I was going to explode if I stayed there any longer". I replied with, "glad to assist in your wellbeing", and took a sip of my drink. A waiter went past with more drinks for another table, and Lisa, called out to him, "can we please have a seat somewhere more private". The waiter motioned for us to get up from our table and follow. He took us around the corner to the private members section and offered us a secluded cubicle with luxurious chesterfield couches and soft lighting. Lisa whispered a soft thank you as we took our seats in a much more comfortable location at which the waiter left. Lisa was straight away up next to me then lifted her leg across me and taking my hand, placed it on her very exposed stocking top and she began to stoke my leg underneath hers. Her free hand held her drink a little shakily while she sipped on it and she pressed up close to me and rested her head on my shoulder and pressed herself against me firmly. I placed my arm around her shoulder in comfort, softly touching and stroking her back and shoulders, as there was something wrong, never had I seen such behaviour from the iron fisted lady who managed our office.

The meals waitress arrived to take our orders which we offered without hesitation, we both knew what we were having, as we had dined here before. Lisa went for her bag and took out her phone. She called the office and rather abruptly told the poor person on the other end that we would be away for the rest of the day and out of contact. There was no challenging that by anyone at all. With that she switched off her phone and tossed it in her bag. We sipped on our drinks more while I gazed at her, trying my best in my head to fathom her out. She was a complicated creature full of beauty, danger, and mystique, very capable of turning into a soulless bitch in an instant, as I softly touched her face and her hair as she closed her eyes and shivered at my touch. She dug her nails into my leg, gripping me tightly and playing with my leg and she took my hand and moved it further up her thigh and down helping to stoke her silky stocking clad leg gently. I tilted her head towards me while softly touching the exposed skin above her stocking top, my hand very high up her leg and nuzzled her hair touching my nose to her ear, my steady breathing in her ear and on her neck.

Our meals arrived, and we parted slightly so we could dine comfortably, with her keeping her contact on my leg, leaving hers where it was, and we ate with one hand as we could, the other hand gently caressing the other's leg and we dined in silence, the soft music in our ears, undisturbed and free to share each other's closeness. She then suddenly started up the conversation, and we comfortably chatted about the various things she wanted to talk about while we took our time to enjoy our delicious meals. I moved my hand further up her thigh and she shifted her position and pulled her skirt up higher, giving me more open access to her then settled back down, no one would notice what we were doing in our private cubicle. I ran my hand to the top of her thigh, playing with her stocking straps, her legs tingling at my very soft touch, goosebumps all over her and I found the seam of her very soft and tight knickers, the silky sheen of the very soft material very smooth to my soft and gentle touch. I ran my hand up and into them causing her to stop eating and sit still as I found a comfortable place to rest my hand, stroking her gently, teasing her skin inside her very sexy vintage knickers.

My fingers found the very top of her smooth silky mound and I rubbed it with my hand then ran two fingers down further finding her hot, moist and slippery, oh my god she was soaking wet down there. I gently toyed her twitching and hardening clit with both fingers, teasing it as I had seen her do earlier that morning at her desk, the pleasure she was getting, visible as she smiled and softly moaned as she ate, stopping here and there as the sensations of our activities compelled her to close her eyes and focus on them.

Fondling her folds and labia, softly teasing them with my fingers she let go a stream of her sex essence onto my fingers and hand and I massaged it throughout her knickers soaking them fully on the front. She was looking at me with those burning intense dark eyes, her sexual desire well lit up and it wasn't long before she shivered and shook, her hand to her mouth as her climax peaked and she began to orgasm heavily, soaking her knickers more as I slipped my fingers inside her and teased the hard bulb at her opening and applied some upward pressure to give her more pleasure as a contraction between her legs gripped down on my hand covering it in her hot creamy cum, her satin slip soaking up the mess as her orgasm continued for a minute or two then slowly subsided. I went to remove my hand from her soaking underwear and she grabbed me by the wrist, holding me still, and patted my hand down, rubbing her underwear then slid two fingers into herself through her knickers trapping my hand and all I could do was tickle her with my fingertips and tease her now throbbing clit with both fingers, squeezing it between them firmly then letting go, altering the pressure on it as she seriously got herself off, more of her hot creamy cum flowing into her knickers, slip and skirt as she made herself orgasm again, almost as intensely as the one I gave her. I pinched at her clit, making her twitch and shudder, then again, with the same result doing my best to help her on her way.

Continued.