Time And A Half

(Overtime Part Two)

By Mavis Applewater

May 2003

 

Disclaimers: Yes I know who they look like and trust me it isn’t them.  The story and characters are the sole possession of the author and may not be reproduced, posted or sold without the author’s permission.  So there!  If for any reason real or imagined you do not wish to read a story that contains graphic descriptions of two consenting adult women in a loving sexual relationship then do not read this story or anything else I have ever written.  If for any reason it is illegal for you to view such material then please leave and do not read my work until it is no longer a crime for you to do so.  This is a member’s choice story, selected by my egroup as a story they wanted to see more of.  If you haven’t read part one I suggest you do so you will know what the heck is going on.  Does anyone else watch Court TV and ask, “Haven’t these guys ever heard of divorce?”  Nothing to do with the story I was just curious.

 

A very special thank you goes out to my beta reader Mary.

 

As always this is for Heather.

 

 

“Madison!”  I hear the plea emanating from my boss’ office.  ‘Oh boy she’s in a mood.’  I mentally grumble having just returned with our lunch order.  I had happily volunteered to go and pick up lunch for the both of us since it was the first chance I’ve had to see daylight in weeks.  I sigh heavily as I smooth out my skirt and pick up our food.  I can tell by the way she is glaring at the paperwork on her desk and running her fingers through her long dark hair that she is ready to explode.

 

I shake my head as I put our lunches down on the coffee table by the sofa in her spacious office.  Despite the change in our relationship, I’m still bitter that her office is so huge.  The only difference is now I whine about it to her every chance I get.  She doesn’t look up as I organize the sandwiches and salads.  A few months ago that would have hurt my feelings, now I understand her and the pressure she faces running our small branch of the corporation all of us owe our livelihood to.

 

I ignore her mumbling knowing that she isn’t speaking to me; Elizabeth is just venting the only way she knows how.  I walk over to the door to her office and lock it.  “Lunch,” I offer in a commanding tone.  She looks up her crystal blue eyes boring into me.  Before that would have made me cringe, but not anymore, now I know the real her and I glare right back and place my hands on my hips.

 

I almost laugh as her icy façade melts away and she sprouts the most adorable pout I have ever seen.  “Why won’t these figures add up?”  She whimpers.

“I don’t know Sweetie,” I offer sympathetically.  “You need to eat something.  You didn’t eat a thing all day yesterday.”

“If I have to hire an auditor I’m screwed,” She continues to grumble.

“Elizabeth,” I scold her.  “Get over here and eat something.”

 

“You are so pushy,” She teases me with a slight smile.  “So, I take it the door is locked?”  She adds in a husky tone and a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows.

“Easy there tiger,” I coo as I smile at her sudden playfulness.  I’m still amazed that my tuff as nails boss, who I use to refer to as the Dragon Lady, is really a sweet, sensitive woman.  The rest of the staff would probably faint if they knew that as a lover she is tender, gentle and very giving.  “You need to keep up your strength so haul that pretty ass of yours over here and put some food in your body.  I’ll have another look at the reports.”

 

“No,” She waves off my suggestion as she stands and crosses the large office to join me.  “You need to take a break too. ” I sigh heavily when I notice she is wearing slacks today.  I love it when she wears a skirt and I can look at her long, shapely legs all day.  “I know that look,” She teases me as she kicks off her pumps and relaxes on the sofa.  “If you had spent the night last night you could have picked out my wardrobe.”

 

“I’m sorry,” I sigh as I join her on the sofa and we begin our meal.  “I didn’t have anything clean at your place.”

“You do now,” Elizabeth boldly explains.  “I sent your stuff out to the dry cleaners.”

“Thank you,” I respond sincerely knowing what is coming next.

“You know if you lived there,” She begins in that hopeful tone she gets.

“Elizabeth,” I cut her off.  “We’ve talked about this.  I’m certain that someone down in personnel would notice that we have the same address.”

 

“First, it isn’t against the rules,” Elizabeth begins to click off her list of reasons.  “Secondly, there are ways around hiding your new address.  Thirdly . . .”

 

“Enough.” I laugh at her persistence.  “We both know it wouldn’t bode well for either of our careers if it got out that you were sleeping with your assistant.”

“I’d like to think that there is more than just incredibly good sex going on between us,” Elizabeth addresses me in a slightly nervous tone.

 

“There is,” I reassure her as I give her hand a gentle squeeze.  For someone so strong and confident my lover can be so shy.  I find it funny that my boss is a tower of strength and my lover is like a big kid, and yet, they are the same person.  My boss drives me insane and my lover makes me feel ten feet tall.  I just wish others could see the side of her that only I get to see.  It is hard hanging around the copy room listening to the snide comments made at Elizabeth’s expense.  Of course I can’t help myself by correcting them.  I frown slightly knowing that people are probably well aware that there is something going on between the two of us.  I went from cursing her name to defending her honor overnight.  Not to mention I’m certain someone must have seen us leaving or arriving in her car. 

 

“What is it?”  She asks seeming to sense my mood becoming darker.

“Nothing,” I shrug.  “I was just thinking that someone must have already noticed the change between us.  It doesn’t help that we commute in together a lot and I don’t live anywhere near you.  Doesn’t matter, let them talk.” I decide knowing there is no way I’m going to give up waking up in her arms almost every morning. 

 

“Good,” She smiles brightly and I feel my pulse start to race. 

“For now we need to clean up this mess with the accounts,” I reassure her.  The paperwork was a mess and it has kept us working day and night for weeks.  If we don’t find the problem I know that Elizabeth’s job could be in jeopardy.  The project is driving both of us crazy.  Despite the fact that we almost always spend the night together, by the time we leave the office both of us are far too exhausted to do anything but hold one another.  Not that I don’t enjoy being wrapped up in this woman’s arms, but the both of us are incredibly passionate people.

 

“Once this mess is cleared up we need to take a trip,” Elizabeth offers.  “Just the two of us far away from fax machines and paperwork.  I hate not having time to even go out to dinner or catch a movie.”

 

“Sounds nice,” I agree already liking the idea of doing more things as a couple.  I put my salad down and lean over.  I can smell the soft scent of the jasmine shower gel she uses.  It makes my heart beat even faster.  I cup her face in my hand and she leans into my touch.  I brush her lips lightly savoring the taste of them mixed with ranch dressing.  It is a short kiss but one I hope she understands is a promise of things to come.

 

Since that memorable night we became lovers and did the most amazing things on her desk, we haven’t allowed our emotions and desire to filter into the office.  Although I do lock the door when I want to talk to her as my lover and not my boss.  It isn’t very risqué but there are times during the day when working so close together we just need to connect with one another from the heart.  Of course there are times when a simple chat or a quick embrace tempts both of us for more.  I don’t know how we do it but so far the only action happening in her office has been all business.

 

 

“Tonight,” in a breathy whisper I promise her before removing my caress from her face.  I gather up the remnants of my lunch and unlock and open the door.  She starts to clean up her lunch which she has barely touched.  “Finish eating or no dessert,” I tease her as I throw away what is left of my meal.  “I’m just going to look over the reports,” I explain as I take a seat at her desk.

 

I pore over the reports hoping to make some sense of them.  I can feel her eyes on me as I work.  Each time I look up she quickly diverts her gaze and pretends that she isn’t watching me.  I smile knowing that she has been watching me and as soon as I look away her eyes will once again caress my body.

 

The reports I am reading are starting to make some sense and I don’t like what I am seeing.  I start making some telephone calls without clearing it with Elizabeth. She doesn’t question me as I request more information.  “Do I want to know?”  She asks as I stand and carry the paperwork over to her.

 

I carefully review my findings with her.  I watch as her jaw clenches and she begins to grind her teeth.  I put my hand on her thigh in an effort to calm her.  I snatch my hand from her thigh as we hear a knock on the open door. 

 

When I look up I see Phil standing in the doorway holding the computer print out I had requested from his assistant.  By the sly smirk he is sporting as he looks at the two of us sitting closely together I know that he has been watching us for a while before making his presence known.  “Here are the reports you requested?”  He offers trying a little too hard to sound friendly. 

“Thanks,” Elizabeth responds curtly as she stands and relieves him of his bundle.

 

“What did you need them for?”  He asks trying to sound innocent as I ignore him and cross the room and pick up the telephone.  He lingers as Elizabeth stares at him. 

“Because I wanted them,” she coldly snaps at the man.

 

He continues to linger as I hold the telephone in my hand.  I had asked his assistant Ann for the information because I didn’t want him to know.  I’m certain the stack of paper he has just handed Elizabeth is worthless.  “There is nothing else I need,” Elizabeth curtly addresses him.  “It is late why don’t you head home?”

“I don’t mind staying, “ he nervously lies to her.

 

She straightens her posture and he shrinks back slightly.  I can’t see the look in her eyes, but I know she is playing Dragon Lady.  He finally mutters his good night and I am already dialing Ann’s extension so I can catch her before she leaves.  “Ann, I need you to redo those reports and bring them up to Ms. Creighton’s office,” I inform her as she releases a heavy sigh. 

“I told him you wanted me to do them,” she mutters.

“Don’t let him know you are redoing them,” I caution her carefully not wanting to let her know what we suspect.

 

“It isn’t like him to do his own work,” I inform Elizabeth once I hang up the telephone.

“Doesn’t look good,” she grumbles.  “What about the other one?”

“I by passed him and went to his second in command,” I explain as I roll my neck in an effort to release the building tension.  “Sherman, Phil’s right hand man looks a little iffy so I thought Ann would be the better choice.”

 

“Mark Greenberg is Riley’s second isn’t he?”  Elizabeth began thoughtfully.  I can see the wheels in her head turning.  I smile at her as I nod in affirmation.  “I need to move quickly.  Sherman’s going to be a problem.”

 

“You are going to by pass him?”  I question knowing that it will stir up trouble.

“I don’t have a choice,” Elizabeth explains.  “First things first.  I need to confirm everything and then we can get moving on a solution.”

 

“I’ll get started,” I offer as I brush past her and head back out to my office.

 

It is late when we finish the arduous task.  Elizabeth looks exhausted as I stand beside her clearing away the paperwork.  “I hate firing people,” she groans.

“They are stealing,” I reassure her as I cross the room and close her office door and lock it. 

 

Tomorrow is going to be a long day and the morale in the office is going to plummet and most everyone will blame Elizabeth.  She is going to have to dismiss Phil and Riley both of who have been with the company for almost twenty years.  There was no denying the facts; it was just unbelievable that they had been bilking the company for years.  Sherman looked guilty as well, but there was nothing solid.  In the morning the well-liked executives were going to be called into Elizabeth’s office and fired.  Then she was going to promote Mark; no surprise there.  And then Ann would be promoted over Sherman.  It was not only the right course of action it was the right thing to do.

 

“I hate being the boss,” she grumbles as she rubs her throbbing temple.

“I know Baby,” I respond softly as she looks up at me with a weary gaze. 

 

I know that we should wait until we are back at her place, but she needs this.  “Close your eyes,” I instruct her as she gives me a curious glance.  “Humor me,” I encourage her.  She sighs deeply as I step behind her chair and begin to rub her taut shoulder blades.  She releases a tiny moan that makes me shiver. 

 

I smile knowing that my lover thinks I am just going to give her a quick backrub before we head home.  ‘She needs this and so do I.’ I note mentally as I lick my lips thinking about my plans to alleviate my lover’s stress.  “Keep your eyes closed,” I whisper hotly in her ear.  She inhales sharply as I trace her ear with my tongue. 

 

I smirk as I see her take a hard swallow while her hands tightly clench the armrest of her chair.  I am still standing behind her as I unbutton my blouse. I turn her chair slightly and move so that I am now standing before her.  I watch her chest rise and fall as she awaits my next move.  I lift my skirt and slip out of my pantyhose.  “Keep them closed,” I instruct her as I watch her eyelids twitch. 

 

She grips the chair tighter as I unzip my skirt and allow it to drop to the floor.  I know she can hear what is happening and it is making her wet.  I cup my breast and tease myself as I stand before her.  Then I slip my hand beneath my blouse and unhook my bra.  It takes some maneuvering but I manage to remove my bra without removing my blouse.

 

I can feel my clit throbbing urgently as I collect my bra and pantyhose in my hands and approach my lover.  I feel my stomach clench as she licks her lips.  I know she is wondering what I have planned for her.  I kneel before her knowing that when it comes to making love she always eagerly follows my lead. 

“What are you . . .” She begins to say her voice trembling as I wrap my pantyhose around her left wrist and the arm of the chair.

 

“You’ll see,” I tease her as I tighten my nylons and secure her arm to the chair.  She squirms in her chair as I repeat the action on her other wrist using my bra this time.  Her legs part as she squirms once again.  I know that she is wet and ready for me to take her whenever I chose.

 

“Madison,” she pants as I rise and cup her face in my hands. 

 

I capture her lips in a searing kiss.  I can feel my erect nipples brushing against her neck as my tongue probes her mouth.  I lace my fingers through her long silky tresses as our tongues wrap around one another and she struggles to free herself from her restraints.

 

I can feel my panties dampening with desire as my hand caresses the front of her blouse.  Slowly I undo the buttons on her blouse.  I need to feel her skin against mine.  I pull her blouse out of her slacks so I can release the last of the buttons.  Once I have the garment free I slip it down her shoulders as far as I can.

 

I place light kisses along her jaw as her head falls back.  She is straining in an effort to touch me as I run my fingers along her skin and unsnap her bra.  My hands waste no time as they slip up and under the lacy material of her bra and cup her breasts.  “Madison,” she whimpers as she tries to press her body into mine.

 

“Open your eyes,” I instruct her as I feel her nipples hardening against the palms of my hands.  I capture them between my fingers and roll them as she cries out.  I smile as her eyes drift along my half naked body.  Her eyes darken as she becomes focused on my cleavage.

 

“I need to touch you,” she pleads as she struggles against the chair.

 

I crawl up her body pinching her nipples as I press my body against her.  I am filled with an aching need as I feel her body straining to touch mine.  I am almost sitting in her lap as I arch my body up and press my breasts against her mouth.  I cling to her and the back of the chair as I feel her tongue flickering across one of my nipples.  I guide her head down.  “Suck me,” I groan as I feel her lips capturing my nipple.

 

I know she can feel my desire as my hips begin to grind against her.  I press my clit against her firm stomach as I rock my body.  The feel of my clit rubbing against her through the thin material of my underwear is driving me insane.  My ears are ringing as my thigh tightens around her while I continue to rock against her.

 

My need for release is screaming as I try to calm my body.  I pull away from her.  “Please,” she protests meekly as I lean against her desk.  She manages to maneuver the chair so that she is nestled between my thighs.  I moan as she runs her tongue along my abdomen.  I raise one leg and plant it between her legs.  She groans with displeasure as I use my foot to push the chair back keeping her just out of reach of my body.

 

I slowly run my hand down my body pausing only to tease my nipples.  She whimpers as she watches my fingers gliding along my flesh until they are slipping beneath the elastic waistband of my panties.  I am soaked as my fingers slip between my nether lips.  Her eyes widen as I begin to stroke my clit.  It feels so good I never want to stop, but I will save my pleasure for later.  First I need to drive her crazy with need so she will forget about everything except our passion.

 

“Do you want to see?”  I tease her as my fingers increase their rhythm.

“See, taste, feel,” she hisses as her gaze remains fixated on my panties and what I am doing to myself.  “I want all of you.”

 

“Am I exciting you?”  I innocently inquire as my touch slips from my underwear.

“Yes,” she cries out as I press my passion-coated fingers to her trembling lips.

 

I need to clutch the edge of the desk as she captures my fingers one by one in her mouth.  My thighs are quivering as I feel her tongue swirl around each digit as she licks them clean.  She scrapes her teeth across the tips of my fingers before releasing them.  “Untie me and let me touch you,” she pleads as I once again nudge the chair back with my foot.

 

“Not yet,” I sigh as I move so that I am standing above her.  I nudge her legs even further apart as I lean in and kiss her.  I am gasping for air as the kiss ends. I kiss her neck slowly until I am sucking the pulse point so hard that she screams out.  

 

I don’t slow my movements as I continue kissing my way down her neck.  She is squirming beneath me as I push her bra back up so I can see her body.  I lick the valley between her breasts as she bucks wildly in her chair.  The taste of her skin is further fueling my desires as I kiss my way over to one of her nipples.  I suckle her greedily as my hand teases her other nipple.

 

I must kneel so I can capture more of her breast in my mouth.  I moan against her skin as I tease her nipple and she thrusts her hips against my body.  The sensations threaten to overwhelm me as I crave to feel all of her.  I continue her torture moving from one breast to the other and then back again. 

 

I can no longer fight the fire, and I began to lick and taste my way down her stomach.  The musky aroma of her need fills my senses as I undo her slacks.  She is gasping for air as I lower them down her body.  My mouth feasts upon her long legs as I remove the garment and cast it aside.  I look up into her smoldering azure eyes as I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties.  I almost climax from the burning desire and love staring back at me.  ‘I love this woman.’  I think merrily as I lower her underwear down her body.

 

“Tell me,” I toy with her as I cast her underwear aside.

“Please,” she pleads as I begin to kiss my way back up her legs.

“Tell me,” I repeat as I kiss the back of her knee and she slides her wetness to the edge of the chair.  She can only whimper in response as I drape her legs over my shoulders and cup her firm ass with both hands.  Her body is already trembling as I lick the inside of her thighs and draw her wetness towards my mouth.

 

“Tell me,” I repeat knowing my breath is caressing the dark, damp patch that is so close to my lips I can already taste her.

 

“Fuck me,” she cries out as she tries to press her passion to my lips.

 

It is all I need as I bury myself in her passion.  I moan, as I taste her.  I want to take things slower, but I am lost in her as she arches her body.  I eagerly begin to suckle her throbbing clit as she sways against me.  I need to feel her release more than I need to breathe.  I curl my tongue and press it against her center.  She calls out my name as I enter her.

 

I hold her steady as she thrashes against me while my tongue fills her.  I slip in and out of her slowly as I feel her nearing the edge.  She groans as my tongue slips from her warmth.  Her legs tighten against my body as I once again capture her clit in the warmth of my mouth.   Her passion fills my hand as I slip it between her thighs.

 

My fingers enter her quickly as my own body nears the edge of ecstasy.  I slip in and out of her while my mouth teases her clit.  I feel the walls gripping my fingers as I take her higher.  Her body explodes as I continue to pleasure her.  I can feel my thighs trembling as my clit pulsates.  She traps me with her legs as she climaxes once again. 

 

I know I could stay on my knees feasting upon her all night but I feel my body ebbing.  I am gentle as I slip from her touch.  She is gasping for air as I stand and finally untie her restraints.  “Feel better?”  I tease as I brush her hair from her sweaty brow.

“Almost,” she pants as a hungry look fills her eyes.

“What can I do?”  I ask as she leers at me.

 

“Turn around and lean against my desk,” she instructs me in husky tone that makes me weak in the knees.

 

I swallow hard and nod in response unable to find my voice.  I clutch the edge of her desk and I can feel her standing behind me.  My heart is pounding as I feel my panties being lowered down my body.  I am weak as I feel her tongue moving up my legs until she is tastes the insides of my thighs.  I hiss with disappointment as I feel her mouth leaving my body as I feel her rising to a standing position. I moan as I feel her hands cupping my ass and her knee nudging my legs apart.  “Wider,” she demands as she massages my cheeks.  “When we get home I am going to make love to you all night long,” she promises as I part myself even further.  “First, I need to hear you scream my name.”

 

I know I will and I know I will do it quickly.  I’ve been dreaming about feeling her touch all day.  I feel her fingers gliding across my swollen clit as she presses her wetness against my skin.  I am ready to climax as I buck my hips back urging her to take me.

 

I clutch the desk tighter as my head falls forward and I feel her fingers gliding along my sex.  My hips continue to sway against her touch; my need to feel her inside of me is overwhelming.  I feel her painting my backside with my wetness and my body tenses knowing what she wants and knowing I need to feel her completely.  She teases the puckered opening gently with one finger as I feel two others lingering at the opening of my center.  I jerk my body in an effort to impale myself on her touch.

 

I feel her nipples brushing my back through my sweat-covered blouse as her fingers slip inside of me.  I cry out as she fills me.  Her fingers wiggle gently as my body thrusts against her.  Later tonight we will make love slowly and gently, now I need to release. 

 

She understands and begins to plunge in and out of me.  Her movements are slow at first but soon turn into a wild rhythm as my body sways urgently.  “Elizabeth!”  I cry out all to quickly as the passion tears through my body and soul.

 

“Sorry,” I choke out.

“Baby that was great,” She reassures me.  “When we get home we will have all night,” She reassures me as she wraps her arms around my quivering body. 

 

We hold one another until our bodies calm.  “I’m beginning to like the sound of that,” I offer as we begin to dress.

“What’s that?”  She asks in confusion.

“When we get home,” I explain with a bright smile as I hurry to finish dressing as I hear the cleaning crew entering my office.

“Good,” She smiles at me as we gather up our belongings.  “I’ll just have to keep saying it then.  I love you Madison and I know we can make this work.”

 

“I love you too,” I answer with a bright smile as I take her by the hand and lead her out of the office.  “Come on time to go home.”

 

 

The End

 

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