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I was careful to state it as a question, leaving him with the control in the situation
“I am touching you,” Simon said.
“I know, sir. I-I mean, down there.”
I indicated my pussy and while he smiled, Simon didn’t move his hand away from my belly.
“Down where?” he asked.
I didn’t know it at the time. It was a prompt. He wanted me to actually say it, using the specific words.
“My pussy, sir. I want you to touch my pussy.”
He gave a few more stokes on my belly, just to build up the anticipation that much more, before slipping his hand down into the front of my panties. Simon lightly cupped my pussy, making me gasp with pressure. Resuming what he had been doing with his mouth on my neck, he started to expertly massage my aching little pussy, while squeezing my ass at the same time. The world seemed to fall away, leaving only Simon and the sweet pleasure he was giving me. Continuing until I literally collapsed into his embrace still shaking with a massive orgasm.
He held me close and kissed my cheek until I had returned to my senses and was able to stand under my own power.
“How do you feel?” Simon asked.
“Wonderful. Thank you, sir,” I said.
I was still a bit shaky so Simon helped me get dressed, not trying to touch me again, even though he had lots of opportunities. It was then I knew he would only touch me with a view to pleasure when he knew I wanted him to. It was time to go back to work by the time I was dressed again and I didn’t want to get him in trouble. Slightly upset to be leaving but satisfied after receiving my first ever assisted orgasm, I went back to my desk. Intent to finish off the new manuscript by quitting time, so I would have a reason to go see Simon in his office again.Chapter Thirteen - SimonThe image flashed though my mind like remembering a dream. I hadn’t seen anything in the strictest sense. At least not anything I wouldn’t have seen at the pool or the beach, Skye keeping the lingerie on at all times but what I did see was absolute intoxicating. I felt a bit mean for making her say such things so specifically. She seemed genuinely embarrassed and I could tell from the fire in her eyes what she wanted but sill, mortality demanded and I obeyed. I was also glad I took things slow. Going by the sounds she made when I touched her delicious little pussy, to mention to feeling of her delicate lips under my hand, I could tell immediately that she was still a virgin. I wanted to fuck her more than anything in the world. Guide her into the world of adult sexuality but also needed to make sure she was ready before I tried.
Still without anything editorial to do, at least not officially, I contented myself with the live feed. Watching Skye as she worked through the new manuscript. I couldn’t see the page number through the cameras but it seemed like she was making excellent progress. I wondered if maybe she was just powering though but noticed she was taking notes as she went. I also remembered her last report. How very through it had been. Skye nearly writing a book herself. If editing didn’t work out she could have a bright career as a literary critic or even an academic. I could just see it. Skye, in her office at some Ivy League institution, tweed skirt suit concealing some very sexy underwear, head lowered as she made corrections to a final draft of another book. I smiled, hopeful as well as incredibly turned on.
She was still there as the farm emptied out. The last one sitting, getting to the final chapters of the medium-sized manuscript. Even Inga was getting ready to go, and possibly lock Skye inside when I sent out.
“Skye?”
She jumped and yelped, clearly pulled out of her own little world. Whiling around to face me she visibly relaxed.
“Sorry if I startle you.”
“No, it’s okay, I just didn’t hear you,” she shouted.
I reached out and lifted one side of her headphones, a very peppy rendition of “Flight of the Valkyries” emanating from the small but mighty speaker.
“I wonder why,” I teased
She took off her headphones, blushing furiously. I put a hand on her shoulder to let her know it was alright. She flinched and I immediately pulled it away. Nope, flinching was definitely bad.
“No, it’s okay, you just surprised me,” she said, as though reading my mind.
“Are you sure?” I asked, needing to be sure.
“Yes, sir. I like it when you touch me.”
The camera’s didn’t pick up sound but I still needed to be careful. The first touch was okay, as was lifting the side of her head phones. It all just looked like a concerned editor startling then calming an ambitious under-editor, not wanting her to get locked in for the night. The brass knew me and that I did things differently and were fine with it considering my department’s profit margins. I had to be careful thought. Had I given into my urges and done what I so much wanted to do in that moment, we both would have been fired on the spot.
