Just Perfectly Ripe

Someone recently reminded me of this mischievous workplace flirtation. My affair with my boss, Michael had been on for a few weeks. We had both very carefully kept it all a secret, strictly keeping everything polite and professional... but sometimes it's too hard not give into temptation, just a little. I hope you enjoy!

Sat in the small, cramped, upstairs office, I was busy making sure our monthly activity presentation for our patrons was going to be both elegant and accurate. My desk, conveniently positioned directly opposite of that my boss so he could guide me and direct my work. More often than not, his presence in the room would have such an effect on me, it was honestly more of a distraction, and keeping my thoughts on my hum-drum tasks an almost impossible challenge.

As usual, my boss was on a call. His voice assured and thoughtful. A tone of quiet, authoritative determination. Decisions being made. I glance at the clock and see it is exactly 10:10 - angel time. A sign to move things forwards. I close my eyes to shut out the world and breathe deeply. In and then out, slow and controlled. I feel the tensions start to release, focusing only on the sensations of my body, grounding me, my chest rising and falling. Amongst all the other feelings, the impossible, almost physical yearnings for the man who could make me ache so sweetly with desire, a quiet whisper from my belly suggests something to eat.

I lean down and open my black Aspinall London tote bag. The satisfying smooth sharp sound of the zip. Plunging into the dark interior, my fingers find the cool smooth brushed aluminum of my John Lewis lunchbox. Placed neatly on the desk in front of me. Each tight clasp releasing with a decisive ping, the lid placed carefully to one side, I take out a banana from this weeks Waitrose groceries delivery. As everyone who knows me will tell you, I am terribly fussy when it comes to bananas. They must be still firm, yellow, to a little green, with absolutely no blemishes or browning. This specimen was just perfectly ripe.

Standing up and smoothing my very short, very tight, smart black office skirt down, I get away from my screens endless stream of notifications. I step briskly round my desk and casually perch my petite derriere on the corner, letting out a loud, bored sigh. Demurely crossing my legs, the sheer nylon stockings softly hushing as they slide against each other. I dangle my feet playfully, letting my black suede Dune high heeled ankle boots swing just so. Slight tug on the hem of white formal blouse tightly buttoned, the open neckline made more demure and modest by the invitingly scrunched soft silky folds of my favourite dark green William Morris scarf tied jauntily at my neck.

Poised on the desks edge, I lift up the banana in my left hand and hold it in front of me. Thumb and forefinger of my right hand breaking the stem with a soft, tearing snap. Glance up through my eyelashes to see Micheal, still on his call, intently watching me on my break. I let the feeling of his eyes on me wash over for a moment. I feel myself blush, warm on my skin, arousing mix of self-consciousness and deep flattery of catching his attention. Take the outer layer of the fruit and slowly, carefully tug, peeling back the smooth outer layer just as far as the middle, exposing the delicious pale fruit beneath. Satisfied his attention was fully mine, smiling to myself, I turn my attention back to eating.

Leaning forward just slightly, I bring my head forward to take the first mouthful. My tongue reaching out just a little to taste it an instant before wrapping my lips around the dry, soft flesh of the fruit. I place the tip in my mouth. A gentle suck, releasing the sweet, soft, creamy flavour. My lower lip gently drags on the velvety texture. Sliding my mouth around the end, letting it slipping out a little, pushing firmly back in.

Just teasing the tip with my front teeth, caressing round and round with my tongue. Soft fragrant sweetness, lingering notes of bitter, just ripe tannins. I close my eyes, focusing all my attention on the task in hand. Sliding out between puckered lips, I look to see the traces where my mouth has stripped away the outer layer, leaving the fruit raw, darker, moist and glistening with sweetness.

Smiling over at my boss, I give the fruit a long experimental lick, like an ice cream, the flat of my tongue running up the slippy underside, up to the tip. I place my mouth around the fruit again, sucking hungrily at the firm, sweet flesh. Hmm, it tastes so delicious. My mouth watering. Michael is not talking any more. Just watching me. The warm flush in my chest and cheeks seems to spread. I suck harder, deeper, holding firm, sliding more, and more in. Dragging so slowly, back and forth.

I realise I have been absent-mindedly running my fingertips up and down the length of the the smooth outer skin of the fruit. A light giggle bursts out, suddenly aware of of what I'm doing, I taking my fingers from their wayward stroking to quickly cover my laugh.

"Alice. What are you doing?" Michael's voice, a flustered, hoarse whisper.

"What? I'm just having a snack" I pout demurely, all sweetness and innocence.

"But, you can't, not here. Not like that!" half commanding, half whispering.

"What do you mean? I always have them like this? I'm not doing anything." I smile, wide eyed, shaking my head

Shifting position to make myself more comfortable. I lean back, sliding my thighs apart and then together under my little skirt, slowly uncrossing then crossing my legs again. Almost shyly, almost afraid of being scolded again, but unable to resist, I bring the firm, succulent fruit to my lips again. We lock eyes across the room. A jolt of electricity sings through my body. He knows exactly what I am doing. I smile dreamily.

Staring into his eyes I suckle softly on the soft round edge. Working away small pieces with my tongue. I'm lost in my fantasy. Fellating this hot, heavy cock. Hungrily working around and around, over, and in. not letting him take his eyes from me. I let the daydream take over. Teasing, worshiping, servicing, using every soft, salivating part of my mouth to pleasure him. Taking it deeper. Sliding back down. Softly moaning in satisfaction. Then I bite down. Hard. Teeth smoothly sinking in, tearing a good lump off. I almost choke between chewing and trying my very best not to burst out laughing.

Pursing my lips, a soft frown of pleasure. Stretching and leaning forward, as I swallow. I close my eyes and let my senses take me over once again. A sweet trail of slippery, fragrant pulp slides down my throat. A gentle murmur of satisfaction escapes. Softly squeeze my thighs together, static of nylons rubbing between them. I roll my shoulders back and arch, pushing my chest out a little, nipples now firm and tender pushing against the white cotton stretched tight across my breasts.

I run the tip of my tongue slowly across my top lip, making it sing before letting myself take another bite. Taking each mouthful with relish, enjoying every moment. Feel my body calling out. Plucking the last piece out with my fingertips, pop it into my mouth with a smile.

Stretching up, hands above my head, arching my back, and let out a dreamy, softly satisfied, throaty sigh. Slipping off the edge of my desk, I straighten my little skirt.

Swinging my hips, sharpening the click-clack of my heels as I calmly and confidently take two steps over to his desk, not taking my gaze from his eyes. I hold out, and let go the skin and drop the peel deliberately on the middle of his paperwork.

"Oops!" I laugh, playfully shocked. "Breaktime's over".

I return to my desk. Sliding back into my chair, and give my full attention to polishing the report.