Jeff and Lisa's vibrating custard bin adventure. Part 1 For Jeff.

(Fictitious & bears no resemblance to anybody in real life).. That I know of..

Quote of the story.. "I was freely hers for the day to use me as she saw fit"..

By PrimeSlimeTime. (C) UMD.net. 2019

Why is it that the accounts managers are always the boss? Lisa was a hard taskmaster, making sure everyone knew who she was, and that she was the boss. Always dressing in sexy forties style business suits and quite a dish for her fifty-plus years. Her hair was always done to perfection and her suits hugged her very attractive figure, with not a stitch out of place. She had more than ten years' experience at Carmendine Wagner in accounts, HR, and whatever else she did there. She ran the office with an iron fist and very sexy stocking clad legs. I had even seen way past her stocking tops occasionally, grabbing a glance at her without her noticing, wondering what she was wearing under there. Never did I ever dream that I would ever get to spend a night with her, the memory of what we got up to that day, blew my mind and will be with me forever.

For now, I was shaken from my dream as her familiar angry voice down the hallway rang in my ears. "Get down to admin and get my mail to my desk thank you Jeff, and make yourself useful with a fresh coffee while you're at it, and don't screw it up". "Yes ma am", I responded submissively with my head down, turning towards her, knowing she loved that response. I went to her task promptly, as I wasn't at that moment doing anything else anyway, glad to be at her service. I gathered her mail from her pigeon hole and her coffee from the kitchen in her favourite mug, tall and black with a lipstick stain on the side in hot pink with "BITCH" written on it in red. I copped some glances on my way back to her office, as the word would surely get around that I was her chosen slave for the day. Holding her coffee mug was a dead give away as to whose orders you were following.

I tapped on her door, which was slightly ajar and she ordered me inside. Her office was pristine, adorned with a large library, with expansive windows, the view of the gardens outside and the bay a postcard photograph. The rug that adorned her luxury carpet was simply stunning. Embossed with roses in all sorts of colours around two very large red love hearts in the centre in a circle. She swivelled her white high backed luxury leather chair towards me as I placed her coffee on her desk, not speaking or looking up at me as she tasted it. I held my breath, as this would either make or break my day in her service. She parted her legs slightly and crossed them, her very short black and purple pinstripe skirt slid up her legs revealing her very silky sheer black stocking tops and her suspender straps. It was the usual full garter and stockings, god only knows what bra and knickers she had on, usually always vintage and steaming hot. She opened her jacket and slid it off, offering it to me to hang up on the hat rack behind her door. "Thank you Jeff", she said smiling at me with her very dark mischievous eyes. I was taken aback by her response to my coffee skills, as she never did that to anyone publicly ever.

"Chantelle is away today so I would like you to be my admin today, if you have nothing better to do with your day", she softly said in a very demure tone. I was speechless again, twice in the same minute as her kindness to me was never displayed before ever in the five years I had worked there in the admin pool.

My job was a mail carrier and errand runner for the senior executives and every day was different. Some times I would work with the same person as their personal assistant for a week or more, sometimes only for a certain task or for a day. Today was my day with her, and I was thinking that it might not be so bad after all. My computer and accounts keeping skills were very good, and occasionally I would get to proofread contracts and other important documents and advise on changes in grammar or wording to make them more professional looking. My own lower class cubicle was clean and tidy for the day and I had set my desk tag to out. I was freely hers for the day to use me as she saw fit, something we both enjoyed, although it had never been discussed. Then she did something that stopped me in my tracks. She lifted her leg up, and pointed her foot out to me motioning for me to take her shoe off. Then she offered me the other one, pointing to her hat rack. I carefully removed her shoes, and hung them on her hat rack, the feel of her stocking clad legs in my hands making them tremble slightly as the feel of them was amazing. She then parted her legs showing me her tight satin full knickers, blood red in colour, her camel toe very prominently displayed below her perfectly manicured mound and very visible through the sheer material.

I wasn't sure if that was on purpose, but all my days of wondering had now been answered, and they looked a bit wet or glossy. My head was spinning at the sight of her openly displaying herself to me giving me a full and uninterrupted view of her private parts and very sexy looking underwear. That cameltoe was amazing to look at and the bulge of her clit above it was sticking out through the very tight soft material, in a teasing manner.

I locked the image away in my memory, and would recall it often in the days after. I ran my hands over her feet massaging them softly for her and her silk shirt although loose on her, showed two hardening nipples through her bra. She continued to sip her morning coffee and was looking at me with a smile on her face that made me feel somewhat uneasy while she tapped her purple perfectly manicured nails on the arm of her chair. I didn't look up at her, keeping my eyes on her feet and legs and she motioned for me to rub her legs further up onto her very taught yet soft calves. For over fifty, she was one hell of a drop dead gorgeous and elegantly stunning woman, a wealthy businessman's dream wife with her im in charge persona yet with a hint of exotic naughtiness about her.

She lifted her right leg higher bending her knee and placed her foot onto the corner of her desk. The view I had from my side vision was unbelievable. She lowered her hand between her legs resting her palm on her mound and using two fingers began to lightly squeeze her clit between them, running her fingers up and down over her folds, playing with herself gently. In my years with this company I never dreamed this would happen to me, and with of all people her. I choked as I looked up at her in the eye, not daring to look at what she was doing to herself, with a soft voice, "is that enough for you now Ma am?". She slowly nodded her head, thanking me for following her commands, then slid forward onto the edge of her chair, and laid back into it holding her other leg up to me, motioning for me to support it by the ankle as she began to work herself harder, her creamy essence now staining her knickers as she spread it around over them then began teasing her folds, spreading them out, she was very wet, and her knickers were shining from her cream that was soaking them. She pushed her fingers into her opening through her knickers, stretching them further, her wetness oozing out through the material, softly moaning to herself as she went deep to the second knuckle through them, her nipples now very prominent through her shirt, straining to get out through her bra. She sipped at her coffee with her free hand still looking at me, softly moaning her pleasure and she shook and shuddered as she worked herself to orgasm, softly saying to herself, "oh fuck", over and over. Her hand fell still inside her after a while as her lust subsided, now satisfied that her release was complete and she could now get on with her day. She took her fingers to her mouth and cleaned them up, licking and sucking at them gently, savouring the taste of her sex on them.

I had no idea that she was like this and I couldn't help but wonder if this was her daily routine at her desk. I let go of her leg and got up from my kneeling position on the floor. She motioned for me to go to my desk across the rug and attend to the memos and documents that were waiting for me to grammar check and edit. I immediately complied with the usual, "yes ma am", with my head down not looking at her still open legs, bulging and still throbbing clit and her cameltoe straining at the very stretched material of her soaking wet knickers. My god i thought to myself, I could do that every day. She tidied herself up lowered her skirt then opened her shirt, taking her very fragrant perfume from her drawer and sprayed in on her neck and her suit and pulling her shirt out from her neck sprayed more into her cleavage and onto her bra. The smell was immediate across the room, and she reseated herself properly at her desk and attended to her mail. Her desk phone buzzed at her annoyingly and after awhile she picked it up.

I immediately got down to working on her reports, memos and documents, overjoyed at what I had just witnessed, there was no way I would share this with anyone ever. The memory of her blood red coloured sheer soaking wet knickers, bulging clit and cameltoe as she played with herself through them, as I massaged her feet, something I would remember for the rest of my life.

Continued.