“Of course, Sir,” I smiled back at him, taking the papers and filing through them, “It shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Good and once you’re done, you can go home. Everyone else has already nicked off,” he walked away drinking the coffee he held in both hands.
I sorted the paperwork into three files: financial, bookings and renovations. I plugged in a fan; it was boiling and the AC wasn’t working. I fanned myself with an empty folder as I slowly filed away the paperwork.
The temperature continued to rise and my top started to stick to my skin, making it uncomfortable to work. I kicked off my heels so my feet could get some air.
“Sir?” I called out and Jarrod popped his head around the corner.
“Yes, Rose?”
“When will the AC be fixed? It’s bloody hot in here,” I said, “I’m sweating like a dog!”
“The repairman said he’d be in next week, on Monday, so just stick it out until you’re done filing, okay? I’ll be out in a second to help you,” his head disappeared back around the corner.
That’s odd, he never helped me with anything; he just expected me to do it all on my own. I frowned as I continued filling away and within a few moments, surely enough, Jarrod was there by my side, helping me.
“You don’t have to help me, Sir. Really, I’m fine,” I muttered.
“Nonsense, Rose! It’s a hot day and we both want to go home to relax and this way it’ll get done sooner rather than later.” His face was close to mine and I could feel his breath on my neck.
My computer beeped in the other room, telling me I had an email, and I excused myself to go and read it. All it was was spam mail, so I deleted it.
I walked back into the room to find Jarrod had taken off his shirt and trouser pants, leaving him only in his boxers. I adverted my eyes instantly and blushed a little.
“Sorry, Rose, I’m just really hot and bothered. It doesn’t make you uncomfortable, does it?” he smiled sheepishly.
“No, Sir, not at all. It just took me off guard, that’s all.” I sat back down and went back to filing the paperwork.
“If you’re too hot, Rose, you can take your top and skirt off as well, I won’t mind.”
I blushed, “Uh, thank you, Sir, but I’ll be fine.”
“Shame,” I heard him whisper so I could barely hear it, “I’ve always wanted to see what you hide under there,”
“Pardon, Sir?”
He looked up, “What? Oh nothing, nothing at all. Come on, we need to finish these files.” He leant over me, a little closer than usual, and brushed against my breasts. “Oh! Sorry Rose!”
I blushed even more, and got a nice sensation in my vagina. “It’s okay Sir, no harm done,”
“Are you sure you’re not too hot in those clothes, Rose?” He reached for the bottom of my top and had pulled it over my head. I let him. He looked at my breasts and smiled. “You have a nice pair, Rose.”
“Th-thank you, Sir,” I blushed, “But we really need to get these papers done.”
I turned around in my seat, but his hands had caught my waist. “You must be hot in this skirt too,” he whispered as he slowly pulled my skirt down, exposing my panties, “Let me take it off Rose.”
“Sir, I really don’t think-”
“Let me take it off, Rose,” he repeated, with a little lust in his voice.
I didn’t want to. But I wanted him to at the same time.
“Okay,” I whispered and slowly stood up so he could undress me.
When he had finished, he grabbed my skirt and top and tossed them aside, gesturing for me to sit down again. “There,” he smiled, “Now isn’t that better?”
I didn’t reply and he started touching my shoulder, “How old are you, Rose?”
“Eighteen,” I replied, “Almost nineteen.”
“Hmm, that’s a nice, pure age, don’t you think?”
“Sir?”
His hand skited across my breasts, while the other one undid the clasp. I gasped a little as the hot air stuck to my exposed nipples and blushed when I realised what he’d done. “You have very nice titties, Rose. Did you know that?”
“I never paid attention,” I whispered, too shy to meet his gaze.
He started playing my nipples, rubbing and pinching them until they were hard. I closed my eyes and moaned a little at the pleasurable feeling.
“Do you like that Rose, hmm?” he lowered his mouth to my left nipple and gently sucked on it.
My moans were louder, as the pleasure increased even more. “Oh, Sir!” I muttered over and over and he moved on to my other nipple.
Once he had got them nice and hard, he started trailing small kisses up my neck, occasionally nibbling my skin a little. He brought his mouth to mine and opened it with his tongue, and started sucking on mine. After a few moments, his tongue started to explore the rest of my mouth and I heard a deep, low moan come from the bottom of his throat.
The hand that was on my breast slowly made its way down to my panties, before sneaking underneath. I broke off the kiss.
“Sir!”
“Yes, Rose?” he muttered into my mouth.
“That’s a really private area, Sir,” I whispered.