After our Friday evening at the Enema Club, I didn't know how things would go at work any more. I was getting hot every time I walked past my boss in the hall. When we had meetings, I had to cross my legs and press them together to hold the sensations in. It didn't help that he had such a naughty grin whenever our eyes met.

I walked in to work on a Tuesday, about two and a half weeks after our wild sessions at the club. I was pretty focused on the day, though optimistic that I could get out on time, for a change. It seemed like I could never really get things accomplished on time...always chasing myself around.

I walked in the elevator and Terry, my boss walked in behind me. There were a few other folks in the elevator, though, thankfully no one else from our floor. Terry winked and I tried to hide a smile, but couldn't. He came to the back of the elevator, where I stood and stood silently next to me. He brushed his sleeve against me and I felt such a rush. He spoke, in a medium loud voice, "You know, I think I have finally got a handle on our little problem."

What was I supposed to say? He's a bold one, he is! There were still several folks in the elevator!

"Oh?" I responded.

"Yes. As soon as you get settled in this morning, come on into my office and I'll tell you what I have in mind."

Yeah, though I can guess at it. We get off on our floor and walk into our respective offices. I look through my calendar, check the e-mail, and set up for my day. I send Terry an e-mail. "Are you ready for me?"

"Always, my dear."

I walk into the office, closing the door as I enter. "Should I lock this?"

"Won't be necessary." Hmmm. Wonder what he is up to.

"You know, Bess, I can't get through a meeting without wanting to play with your body. Every time I see you, I am getting a hard on. I can't always hide behind a desk or table, and I don't want you to have to leave work here."

"Well, what can we do?"

"I think that if we just take some 'pleasure breaks' on a regular basis during the day, I won't build up as much pressure. We will have to be discreet, of course."

"And just how do you suggest we do this in such a public office as this?"

"Well, I am glad you asked. When Taylor left, we really haven't had to replace that position, and none else really wants that little closet of an office. There are no windows, and though there is a private bath, it is small as well. I am going to designate that as a mini-conference room, but you are the only person I will ever confer with in there."

"You think that won't be obvious?"

"Well, I will tell folks we have a client that really involves only the two of us. I'll give Hannah some paperwork related to the client, but have it sent to a friend of mine, with whom I have already shared my plan. He is delighted to help us."

"Sounds complicated to me. Besides, we have way too much work to do to play around all day long."

"I'm talking about some short events. Just a brief activity to relieve pressure for both of us. Don't you find that when you play around more frequently, you can relax a bit more?"

"I don't really know."

"Well, I think we should give it a try. Follow me." I follow Terry out of the office and we pass Hannah. He tells her that we will be looking over a few things in the conference room. Once in the room, Terry locks the door. The room looks pretty plain. A desk, and a conference table.

"So, what do you have in mind?"

"Now, we will time this. 15 minutes is all this will take. Ready?"

Oh, yeah...I am hot. "Yes."

Terry pulls me towards him, and slips his hands down my panties. He strokes my clit and then begins to finger my asshole. We kiss. I stroke his emerging hardness through his pants.

Terry leads me to the desk, and bends me across it, face down. He lifts my skirt and pulls my panties down, I feel him release his zipper. He opens the desk drawer and pulls a out a jar of suppositories. He hastily opens the lid, rips off the protective cover and grabs a handful. He comes back to my behind and starts pushing them in, following each insertion with a long, slow, deep push of his finger. I start to moan and I hear his groans as he strokes his penis.

After he has pushed in about seven, and I am really squirming, he slides his penis in between my butt cheeks and begins to rub his penis against my anus. I take my hands and hold my cheeks together as he thrusts between them, making no penetration. I finally feel the quick burst of his semen against my cheeks. I run to the bathroom to clean it up and to expel the suppositories. I can't get them out.

"Terry! They won't come out!" I am panicked.

"Stay right there, Bess." I hear the desk drawer again. He comes into the bathroom with a red bulb. He fills the sink with warm water. "Lay across my lap," he instructs me.

He coats a finger with Vaseline from the medicine cabinet and massages my anus. He fills the bulb with water from the sink and drives it deep into me, squeezing very hard. Several more fast bulbfuls. I am moaning softly, dizzy with the experience. Finally, I tell Terry I can expel. He pulls me up and leaves the bathroom while I spew out the water with great force. Finally released, I wash myself out and return to the conference room.

Terry has a big grin on his face. "How do you feel?"

"Wow! That was amazing and thrilling! I am nearly spent!"

"But relaxed, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, that was about thirteen minutes. We'll get back to work. But, as you see, we now have a place to do a quick release when we need it. Think this could work for us?"

"Oh, yeah, baby!" We kiss deeply, stroke one another briefly, check each other out for telltale signs and walk back into the outer office. You can bet I look forward to our times together, and am glad we have a solution to relieve the tension. We have a few more creative ways of tension release for these quickies. I'll share some more with you, someday!

The Conference Room

Another Visit

I walked into work to see a note on my desk from my boss, Terry. "Come to the conference room as soon as you are ready. I have another project for us." My clit twitched at the thought...I know about these projects! I got things organized for the day, gave a few memos to be typed to my secretary, and told her that I would be in the conference room for a private conference and wanted no interruptions. Her rather blank look told me that we hadn't been found out yet, fortunately!

I opened the door to the conference room and slipped the lock shut as I closed the door. Terry was behind the desk, a big grin on his face. He just had on his shirt and tie, no jacket. When I stepped around the desk to kiss him, I saw that, in fact, he only had on his shirt and tie!! And some socks. He took just a few seconds to remove my skirt, shoes and panty hose. I had on just my panties, bra and blouse. He pulled me across his lap. "You didn't finish those last reports on time, you know! That won't be tolerated!"

I knew that I had finished all my projects in a timely fashion, but something in his voice told me that this was for play and not serious. "Sorry, sir! It won't happen again!"

I felt his hand strike my cheeks. "Absolutely right, it won't!" Swat, swat, swat, each followed by a stroke of the cheek that had been struck. I reach to finger my clit. "Oh, no, you aren't going there yet!" I hadn't noticed the open Vaseline jar until now, but when he reached to lubricate his finger, I knew I was in for a sweet treat. He pushed that finger deep into my bottom, rubbing on my anus and finally penetrating. "Oh, God!!!", I nearly screamed.

"Better keep it a little quieter, darling. They might hear us."

"Like they aren't wondering about the spanking sounds?"

"Oops. Well, let's keep the rest a secret, anyway." I felt his deep probing finger. "I think you might need an enema, young lady." Oh, please, baby, please! I longed for the touch of that nozzle and the warm water.

Terry led me to a corner of the room. How had I missed seeing the towel on the floor and the pillow underneath one end? He helped me to lie down on the floor, with my hips over the pillow. Again, I reached for my clit. Again, he said, "not yet." He reached between my legs and spread them apart. I could feel him just looking at my asshole, which was twitching, I knew it was, in anticipation. His deep breath and soft appreciation told me that he was getting quite turned on.

He stepped up and went to the bathroom. I could hear him filling the bag. He brought bag a large red bag and a douche nozzle. He wasted no time slipping the nozzle into my bottom. Oh, my, I was hot with anticipation. The click as he released the clamp....delicious! The warm water was filling me, and I could tell that Terry was holding the bag himself, changing the height a bit as the water flowed in. He stroked my back as I filled. I was getting such a sweet and peaceful sensation from it all. I took the whole bag with no difficulty. When it was empty, Terry lay beside me on the towel. I turned to face him and massaged his very erect penis, stroking it up and down, but not too hard or too fast. I stayed as long as I could in this sweet moment, but finally had to expel. I got up and took care of the release and washed myself off.

When I returned to the room, Terry positioned me on my back on the conference table, pulling my legs over his shoulders. Wordlessly, he entered my clean and ready backside, fucking me softly and slowly until his release. When we had both cleaned up and put the rest of our clothing on, Terry turned to me. "One more surprise, Bess." He fished a string of small anal beads out of his pocket. He took the Vaseline jar out, and coated the beads quite well. He had me lie face first across the conference table. He lifted my skirt, pulled my pantyhose and panties down just below the crack. He slowly inserted the beads, one at a time, well lubricated, into my bottom. He tugged on the little ring at the end to make certain they were secure.

"You might think these are your toys, but they belong to me. I will remove them this evening after work at the enema club, but until then, you must leave them in."

Not a problem! I often sat on a butt plug for a few hours during the day, or inserted Ben-Wa balls when I was especially horny. Gave me a real joyful time at work! We both left the conference room, and I think I noticed my secretary grin as I passed her desk.

At about noon, several of us left for lunch in one of our favorite restaurants. Terry and I and his secretary sat on the booth side of the table while the rest of our party sat in chairs. During our lunch, Terry would reach around my front and slip his fingers under the edge of my panties. His long arms made it possible for him to do so without giving himself away, and it drove me nuts. By the end of lunch, he seemed to have found the ring at the end of the string of beads. As we stood up from the table, he gave it a good tug...enough to bring one of the beads out. I gasped, but was otherwise silent, shooting him a glare. On the walk back, Terry and I stopped at a newsstand while the others walked back to the office.

"You stinker!" I whispered, when we were finally alone. Terry just chuckled as he paid for the paper and I paid for a pack of gum. Wordlessly we returned to the building. We stepped into the elevator and found our way to the back. It was extremely crowded. As we were riding up, Terry slid his hands beneath my panties and poked the bead back in! He had the biggest grin and a body that was begins to show signs of response. When we got to our floor, I started to move forward in the elevator, but Terry pulled me back. Since there were still about a dozen people in the elevator, I said nothing. Terry was having fun playing with my posterior in any way he could on the crowded elevator. Since everyone was facing forward, he was having a grand old time, slipping in and out of my panties, lifting my skirt in back, pulling on the ring for the beads. We got to the top floor and everyone else got off.

"Okay, now we are going to play a little game." He lifted my skirt up quite high, and yanked the beads all the way out. "The game is 'can I get these back in before the door opens'!"

"What!!!?" I couldn't believe this...so public! This man is a basket case! But, I loved the sensation and the naughtiness of it all. I continued to face forward, without any sign of expression as Terry pushed the beads into me, one at a time, a much harder task while I was standing up. I was beginning to smell the "sex" smell, and wondered what anyone would think. Just as he got the last bead in, the door opened and a very proper looking woman walked in. She got out on the next floor, and glanced back on her way out. I could tell that she had smelled my odor, as well.

Again, the elevator was empty. This time, Terry pulled them out, a bit slowly, but with a quick finish as the door opened. He put the beads in his pocket as several folks walked in. Terry pulled me towards the back of the elevator. Two more floors and the elevator was quite full. Terry pulled me into him, his hard penis pressing against my behind. Okay, my turn to embarrass him! I slid his zipper down and pulled his penis out by reaching behind me. I stroked it as best I could from behind. More folks entering the elevator and the man in front of me was pushed back against me. I lodged Terry's penis between my cheeks. I could hear his heavy breathing and feel his penis throb. On the next stop, I slipped my panties and hose down, and put his flesh into my cheeks again. He was trying to stifle the moans, but I knew I had gotten him really good!

This time we rode to the top and Terry was red faced and panting. We got off and went immediately into the stair well. Not a lot of action up here on the top floor. Terry had slipped his penis back into his pants when we got off, but hadn't bother to zip up. Terry grabbed my hand and led me to the halfway point in the stairs, then turned me to face the railing. As I held onto the railing, he pulled my panties and pantyhose down to my knees, and rammed his dick into my behind. He fucked me fast, furiously and hard. Thankfully, no one had entered the stairwell as we did the deed.

When we pulled ourselves together, Terry reached into his pocket and pulled out the beads. "I can't leave these in my pocket!" He slipped his hand underneath my panties and slid the beads in, one at a time, with a kiss for each bead. I had my arms around him and we kissed long and sweet until we heard the door open. Terry quickly pulled my panties back up and we gleefully dashed down the stairs to our office, entering to the knowing smiles of co-workers, heading for the respective bathrooms to wash off the scent of our love.

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