An Afternoon with Harry
by T. N. Moon
Her name was Jenny. She was the only woman Harry ever hired just because she was beautiful. When she arrived for her interview that day in her pink suit, pink lipstick, pink nail polish and a pink headband in her bright red curls…she had him.
He called her back for a second interview just to look at her again. He couldn't send her away. She had skills, well, some. Anyway, she could learn. He put her to work immediately. The pink papered resume stayed pinned to his corkboard long after she was hired.
Today, Thursday, at a quarter to five, Jenny was back. It had been three years since she left to have her baby. Harry had heard she had gotten a divorce. Now, the woman of his dreams sat across the desk from him once again, full of energy, looking every bit as beautiful as before, and, of course, dressed all in pink.
"How are you?" Harry smiled as he drank in her face, wondering if he seemed too elated to see her. He didn't want to seem too obvious.
"I'm great. My son, Ian, and I were in town and I wanted to come by and say' hi'."
Harry smiled broadly. "I'm glad you came. Are you back here permanently? Perhaps, looking for a job?"
"No, I don't think so. We came back for a visit with my parents. And, since we were in town, I wanted to talk to you," she said shyly.
"Yes, of course," Harry sat up straighter.
"I really wish we could have gotten to know one another better," Jenny said, looking him directly in the eye.
The clock ticked loudly and Harry shifted in his seat, her gaze made him both uncomfortable, yet excited at the same time. In the fifteen minutes that passed since she arrived, the office closed for the day, leaving them alone. "Well, er…me too,"
"Harry, I just wanted to stop by and thank you for all you did for me, giving me a job and being so nice to me. You were always supportive. And, I know I wasn't the best employee." She leaned forward with her hands on her bare knees.
"You turned out just fine, my dear." Harry said softly." You tried and that's what mattered."
The elegant lines of her face and her shiny lips distracted him. He didn't want to stare, but when she leaned forward her nipples raised the ribbed knit of the sweater, curving the lines. He leaned back in his chair, trying to be nonchalant, hoping his mouth wasn't gaping open.
"Thanks to you," she said sitting back. "I have much more self confidence. You gave me a chance when I didn't know how to do anything."
He cleared his throat, suddenly feeling very warm. "As I said, you turned out fine. It was always a pleasure having you here. And, it's really great to see you again."
Jenny smiled brightly. "You were always such a gentleman. You made me feel important."
Harry leaned forward and looked at her carefully. She seemed vulnerable all of a sudden. "Hey, look, you can work here anytime, Jenny. You will always have a job here."
"Oh, Harry, thank you. I would like to tell you something." Her smile changed.
Harry blinked. "How is it you feel?" he plopped the question out there, stupidly, for lack of anything else to say.
Her gaze shifted sideways "Is that a new computer?" she asked, changing the subject. "Can I look? She rose from her chair and came around the desk before he could react.
Harry coughed nervously, clearing his throat. "Yes, actually it is new." He leaned forward slightly and moved the mouse so the screen came alive.
Jenny leaned over his shoulder, looking at the monitor. But Harry's attention rested on the spot where she was pressed against him. Through her thin sweater there was no mistaking the imprint of her nipple—compact and firm. He lingered, afraid to move, afraid she might pull away.
When she turned to look at him, something in her eyes was different. The look was nothing he had seen before. And he knew her eyes, at least from a distance—iridescent blue.
Without warning, she kissed the tip of his nose. "I've wanted to do that since the day you hired me." She turned and sat down on his lap. "This too, Harry." She leaned over and kissed him. Warm and wet, her mouth covered his. When her lips pulled back, she watched his face. "Don't tell me you didn't want me to do that, Mister."
Harry gulped. "I won't tell you that." His pulse pounded in his neck, and he felt the flush of color spreading across his cheeks. His glasses were fogging up.
"You've always wanted to kiss me, haven't you?" She asked with a little hesitation as if somehow it might be possible that he didn't.
Harry blushed. "Yes, from that first day and that pink lipstick."
Jenny smiled seductively." I wanted it too, but it wouldn't have worked." She leaned over and kissed him again. He responded to her lips. "I'm glad we moved away. It kept me from getting into trouble."
"Oh," Harry said hoarsely. He watched her fingers undo the top three buttons.
"You always wanted to do this too. You used to try to look down my blouse," she giggled.
"You noticed?" his face was completely on fire now.
"A woman notices things, Harry."
"Oh, I see." He lifted the edge of her sweater, and leaned forward, pressing his lips to her chest.
"Touch me with your hands." She leaned back, opening her sweater more.
He cupped her small breasts in his hands, feeling their firmness. His palms passed over her nipples and felt how hard they were, like unripe berries. She reached up and held his hands against her breasts. "Suck me, Harry."
He gasped and looked up at her. "You're sure?"
"Yes, Harry. Please."
When his tongue passed over her nipple, Jenny moaned. He sucked her into his mouth, and her movement became more urgent. "You know what made me want to come here today?" Her voice was ragged, breathy. "I was thinking on the plane about seeing you. I was thinking about filing. I did pretty well at filing."
"I used to love to watch you file," he said as he nuzzled her.
"Sometimes I didn't wear panties to work. It felt sexy, but I had to be careful because I would get so wet thinking about you and almost drip from wanting you so much. God, I was so aroused over you."
Harry stopped and looked in her eyes. "Seriously?"
"Yes, Harry. Seriously. I would file the accounts payable in the lower drawers while bending over. I knew you were watching. I used to daydream that you would come over and pull down my slacks and take me from behind. I didn't care who would see us."
Harry paused. "Why didn't you let me know?" He knew about fantasies. He had enough for ten men.
Jenny sighed. "You would've laughed. Besides, I was a little afraid that you would reject me. I don't know, maybe I needed my ex to be jealous too."
"So that's what this is about." While he was gullible, Harry wasn't stupid enough to think he was the object of her desire, and him alone. "I see."
"He had a blonde receptionist, and slept with her." Jenny's voice quivered. There were tears in her eyes.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Harry couldn't help but be concerned.
"No, I want to do something about it. Help me," she whispered.
"Are you sure?" He was a little uncomfortable now.
She arched her back and brushed her nipple over his mouth. "Don't tell me you're going to turn this down, Harry?" She found his belt buckle, tugging it open. She glanced at him as she slowly opened the zipper.
"I don't know that I could resist you, then or now." Harry swallowed hard, and squeezed his eyes tightly shut. He was doing his best to not think about Karyn.
"But you seem hesitant now, knowing about me wanting to make my ex jealous," she pouted.
"Are you doing this just to get back at him?" His heart was racing, and his mouth was suddenly dry.
Jenny sat up looking defiant. "I want to make us feel good, Harry. I don't care about him anymore. It's over. It's been over. You don't have to resist me, not today." She peeled back his trousers, exposing his seething erection. "I want that," she said, stroking his arousal up and down. She slid from his legs, down onto the floor in front of his chair, flipping her hair to the side so he could see her and looked up at him. "I want you to watch me do this," she said and opened her mouth just a little. "Do you want me to lick you? Tell me."
Harry moaned loudly. "Oh God yes, please." The words barely escaped his mouth.
With her fingers and thumb, she held his erection toward her, taking the tip of his cock into her mouth—hot, wet, smooth, and slippery. Her eyes never left his. He gasped as her moist lips pushed down his shaft. As she pulled back, she rubbed the flat side of her tongue along under the head and set him further on edge.
"How was that?" she grinned. Her tongue swirled across his inner thigh, lapping him with her talented tongue. He was holding his breath as she took him in, touching every surface of his cock all at once. Her mouth dripped with saliva, and he became slippery. She pulled back again, teasing him. With the tip of her tongue, she began tracing his throbbing erection. Working her way to the top, she made it swell bigger and bigger. Then, she bathed it all over, swirling her tongue like she was preventing an ice cream from dripping on a sunny day.
She sat back "More?"
Harry nodded. He couldn't form a complete thought.
When she took him into her mouth again, he thought he might die, right there. Never had anything felt so intense. His heart was thudding hard inside his chest. He strained to feel every point that her tongue passed over.
Eventually, she pulled back and brushed her hair away from her face. "I want you inside me. I need you."
"My God woman, come here." He reached for her arms but was puzzled when she resisted.
"No, Harry, my fantasy is very specific. It happens in a certain way. I have imagined this until I'm raw." She stood up, covering her breasts with her sweater. Stepping back, she walked around the desk. "I have filing to do." She strode out of the office and across the hallway to the filing cabinets, where she used to file. She looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Okay?"
At the wall of filing cabinets, Jenny opened one of the mid level drawers and leaned over it. She closed that one and opened the one below, bending bent over it. Her skirt rose up in back as she began to undulate, swaying to some unheard music.
Harry got up from the chair, trying to adjust himself back inside his trousers without a lot of success. His erection guided him across the hall. Once there, he sat down in a low rolling chair and moved over behind her. He slipped his hands under her skirt and slid them up the outside of her thighs. Her warm smooth flesh invited him higher, and he became aware that she wore nothing underneath. His hands swirled over her curves. With his fingers on the outside of her skirt, he worked it up slowly, catching the hem with his thumbs and fanning his fingers out over her heart shaped bottom.
Jenny stretched while pressing her thighs together. Harry folded her skirt up on her back and cupped the luscious globes of alabaster flesh in his hands as he leaned forward and kissed her.
She pressed back against his mouth. "Does my ass feel as good as you thought it would?"
"Even better." He slipped the back of his left hand between her legs and she soaked him as his fingers traced their way up her lips, kneading gently.
"Oh God, yes." She pushed down onto his hand, pressing his fingers against her clit as he began to stroke her. "That."
Harry slipped off of the chair behind her and approached her with his mouth. "Don't," she said and turned her head toward him. "I want you inside me. In my fantasy you always used to just come up behind me and slip your cock inside me. I want that."
Standing behind her with his erection resting between her legs, he rose deliberately, dragging it dramatically across her lips. She was dripping with desire. He stopped, poised with his tip against her opening. His breathing was coming in gasps, and he had to shake his head to clear his thoughts.
"Oh yes," Jenny inhaled sharply, anticipating his next move.
As Harry dipped inside her just a fraction, she squirmed. She reached back for him, wanting him deeper. She was frantic. He stroked her bottom and slipped his cock along her slit, pressing a little, stopping once again at her opening. She took another little step to the side, opening her legs to him more.
Holding onto the handles of the file cabinets, Jenny pushed herself onto his erection just an inch more and moaned. But he held her back, keeping her off of his cock. Still she pulled at him. He leaned forward, penetrating her a little more before retreating. Her soft growling mewling began in earnest as he slid inside her. "More," she said, "More."
As he entered her fully she began to lunge forward and backward while holding the file cabinet handles. It was like she was skiing, her knees were bent and she rocked back and forth with her arms controlling her.
Harry's hand caressed her back and her waist and then he encircled her waist with his arms, pulling her down onto his raging erection. He opened her sweater and cupped her breasts, but she was lunging onto him so hard that he couldn't concentrate. He tried to slow her down, but she would have none of it. She wanted him plunging into her body. His fingers found her swollen clit. When he touched it she began to pant and sing out with little yelps. Then suddenly, she got much louder, her voice rang out at a much higher pitch. "Yes, Yes, Oh God Yes!" She cried out and immediately began pulling her legs closer together.
Harry growled as her legs closed on his moving erection, and be began to move faster. She was close, and he wanted to be there with her.
As he stroked deeply inside her, she grasped him with her muscles and slowed him down, holding him stationary for seconds at a time, while her muscles pulsed all around his cock and then… she shuddered…sending waves of pleasure through them both. Her body convulsed and she called out his name.
She released him to slide out and back in again until he too exploded. It was his turn to moan in exaltation. The world spun and they fell into the cabinet trying to breathe steady once again.
As Jenny pulled away, Harry pulled her skirt back down. "How did it compare to your fantasy?" he asked. She had now turned, facing him. He pulled her closer. "Tell me," he whispered.
"Oh, very, very good." She smiled a little smile. "Was it what you thought it would be when you used to watch me file?
"Yes and more," he leaned to kiss her, but she turned away.
"Not now." She stepped away and headed toward the bathroom.
When she came back, her clothes were back in place. She looked calm and collected.
Harry was a little confused. "Are you just in town for a few days?" He asked, hoping for another meeting. He had an eerie feeling his bargaining position had grown as weak as his erection.
"No, I think we're leaving right away to go back home."
"Will you be back sometime?" Harry prayed he didn't sound as needy as he suddenly felt.
"Perhaps, and maybe I'll call you to see if you have filing to be done." She squeezed his hand. "Thank you, Harry."
She picked up her purse and walked to the elevator. He followed and pushed the down button. She stepped in and blew him a kiss. The door closed, and Harry stood still for a very long time. He glanced at his watch. He was going to be late for dinner if he didn't hurry, and he didn't want to worry Karyn, again.
He wandered back into his office to retrieve his jacket and briefcase, not hearing the ‘ding' of the elevator. As he turned to switch off the light, he was surprised to see Jenny standing there. "Oh, did you forget something?" he asked.
"Yes, this." She moved closer and stood on her tip toes, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. When she pulled away her eyes were wet.
"Jenny, what are you doing to me?' Harry asked, out of breath.
She looked down. "I couldn't leave. I've been thinking and I just now made a decision. I wasn't completely sure until we, uh…spent some time together, but… I need to ask you something?"
"Yes of course," he said. "Anything."
"Are you hiring? I brought my resume." She smiled as she opened her purse and took out a long pink envelope.
Harry's face lit up. "Yes, I think we have a spot that just opened. Would you be interested in a position as file clerk?"
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