He gave a small smile back. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just… I mean…” He pointed to the backpack with the tip of his beer bottle, and in a very authoritative voice I had yet to hear from the man, he ordered, “Do your homework, Miss Parker, or else.”
I laughed as he turned to make his way to the office. But he did have a point. I had a sizable amount of homework, and the thought of regaining some sense of normalcy to end a very frustrating, bizarre day, was very needed and even welcomed.
It was obvious that Mr. D didn’t host dinner parties. The condo didn’t have a dining room. There was a small alcove off the kitchen with a round table and four chairs. Plenty of room for a single man, and the table seemed like a perfect spot to make my temporary desk. The alcove was surrounded by windows, however, and I wasn’t sure about sitting in the middle of them front and center. Mr. D had made me feel comfortable about the sliding glass door in the living room being safe, but he hadn’t done so about the rest of the windows.
Just as I was about to go interrupt him from his work and ask, the doorbell rang.
I froze with backpack in hand, not knowing what to do. I shouldn’t be there. I was wearing the man’s t-shirt. There was no way in Hell this would look appropriate to a single soul who witnessed it.
Mr. D ran out of his office. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting guests either.
“Go hide in my room,” he whispered, fear clearly written on his face. He obviously had the same thoughts that I did.
We were fucked if someone saw me standing in his living room, especially dressed the way I was.
I grabbed my books and did exactly as he ordered, quickly making my way to his room. Once I got inside, I still worried about being caught if for some reason they walked in. What if someone saw me enter? What if they wanted to search his apartment? What if it was a friend who walked about his house freely? I had no idea who was at the door, and I needed to prepare for the worst.
I saw a slatted wooden door in his room, and figured it was the closet. Hearing Mr. D open the front door, I knew I had to act fast. Juggling the books in my arms, I opened his closet, entered, and squeezed myself to the furthest corner beneath his suits, his shirts, his hanging slacks, and sat next to all his shoes. Because of the slats in the door, the light from the room shone into the closet. Peeking through the slats, I could see his bed, his dresser, and another sliding glass door that I knew connected with the front balcony that was cracked open with a small breeze blowing in.
I was breathing so hard that I worried about being heard. Closing my mouth and concentrating on inhaling and exhaling through my nose, I closed my eyes and listened closely.
I could hear muffled voices but couldn’t make out the words exactly. All I could tell was that the other voice was a female’s. There also wasn’t any shouting or sounds of aggression, so at least I knew that whoever was visiting wasn’t here on bad terms or because they knew I was here. At least that was what I had hoped.
I waited.
And waited.
And just as I considered getting out of the closet to go see if the guest had left because it had become quiet, I heard footsteps. I was embarrassed to have Mr. D find me in his closet, but I’d explain that I was taking the extra precaution just in case…
Just in case…
With my hand closed around the doorknob about to turn it, I saw Mr. D entering his room walking backwards with a woman pushing him toward the bed, kissing him. She already had his shirt off and was yanking at the button of his pants. Releasing the knob, I sank back down to the floor.
He was far more muscular than I had imagined with a chiseled stomach, but what was even more shocking was that tattoos covered both of his upper arms, his pecs, and he had a full back piece. The tattoos were only visible on the parts of his body he could hide with a suit. All business on the outside, but beneath the expensive material and a tie was an ink-covered canvas of perfection.
“Shelly, come on…” he said between the kissing. “I told you… I have a lot of work I need to get done tonight.”
I watched how Mr. D’s eyes darted around the room looking for me.
“That’s why I’m here,” Shelly said, not stopping her sexual advances. “I know how you hate all the board members.” She kept kissing him and lowering her lips to his neck and collarbone. “Except me, that is. And I’m not taking no for an answer.”
“Shelly…” Mr. D softly pushed her back and walked over to the sliding glass door, trying to casually look outside, but Shelly simply walked up behind him and began to practically hump his leg as she yanked her dress up over her head revealing she was wearing nothing beneath it but a pair of black panties that barely covered her firm ass.
Mr. D closed the slider, spun around and kissed her, fondling her bare breasts, as he led her away from the glass. I had a pretty good feeling he believed I was outside hiding on the deck, and by how hard he was trying to distract her and get her away from the balcony, he didn’t want this Shelly chick discovering me.
“Give me a raincheck, and I’ll make it up to you,” Mr. D said as he quickly bent down and picked her dress up from the floor.
“Oh live a little, Drew. You work too much.” Shelly pushed him against the edge of the bed, forcing him to sit on it.
She took the opportunity and quickly unfastened his pants completely and, without warning, pulled out his penis. I watched him quickly look at the slider, no doubt fearful that I would be able to see what was going on.
He clearly had no idea I was in the closet.
My breath caught in my throat as my heart skipped a beat. I knew I should look away. I was invading their personal space, and his personal… I was watching his dick as she began stroking it up and down with her hand.
I wasn’t a virgin, but I was far from what I would consider experienced. No way could I be as aggressive and sexual as this woman was being. She was confident in every move she made, and she had one goal… to fuck Mr. D.
She kneeled between his legs and looked up at him with a wicked glint in her eyes.
“Let me take some of that stress away from you,” she said as she kissed the head of his dick. “You know you like when I kiss you here.” She pressed her lips to his hard flesh once again, following it with a swipe of her tongue.
“Shelly…”
“Drew…” She licked his full length, and I observed every sensual second of it. “You know every woman around that conference table tomorrow will want to fuck the infamous Drew Dawson. But only I will have. I want to know that some of your cum is still inside of me as we discuss budgets.” She swirled her tongue along the head of his cock and giggled. “Come on… let’s have a little fun in that knowledge.”
Mr. D closed his eyes as she lowered her mouth along the entire length of his shaft. Up and down, her head bobbed. He moaned, took hold of her hair, and in a moment of strength and resistance, pulled her face away from his hard and glistening cock.
I couldn’t stop watching.
I wanted more.
So, so much more.
My pussy throbbed, and I was two seconds away from touching myself as I spied on my principal getting a blow job in his bedroom.
My mind screamed. Everything was so wrong about this situation, but my body didn’t care. It reacted more than it had ever done so before. Sinful thoughts of wanting to see more of Mr. D were flooding every rational sense inside.