Under My Boss’ Table

“But where exactly will he sit? From the top of the table? Or from the end?” I thought about it. “From the beginning of the table, this is apparently in relation to the projection screen. Well, let’s crawl under the table…”

“How nice that the table is wide! Therefore, I will not hurt other people’s feet.”

The minutes went on like hours. I got tired of sitting on the hard floor and decided that nothing bad would happen if I took off my shoes and lay down for a bit. So I did it.

A little more time passed. I was frankly bored. Too bad Edward took my bag from me! At least I could think of something to do…

Finally the door opened and people began to enter. I immediately put my legs under me and tensed. The main thing was to go unnoticed!

Men and women moved chairs, took their places, but Edward’s legs weren’t in front of me. He arrived only ten minutes later, he sat down and, spreading his legs, relaxed them.

“Wow, he let himself arrive a little later than the others.” I marveled at his cheekiness. It was a little dark under the table and I was scared. At work, somehow there was enough light, but here… I had to act almost by touch.

The head of the organization gave a keynote speech, which he peppered with incomprehensible and witty terms for me. I noticed that the projector was being turned on and the hallway lights went out. So I didn’t laugh at all.

“Okay Elvira, calm down… You’re sitting right in front of him.” I assured myself. I touched Edward’s leg. He flinched abruptly, obviously he wasn’t expecting it. I immediately started stroking him gently, lifting my hand up to his penis and increasing the attack.

While someone was explaining the meaning of the graphic on the screen, I slowly unbuttoned his fly, pulled down his brief, and took a limp member in my hand. Edward was very, very tense on his legs. “What happens?” I was perplexed and began to masturbate him. Maybe something happened while I was not with him?

The member remained soft. I frowned and took it in my mouth with a precise movement, despite the darkness that surrounded me. A pleasant soapy smell reached my nose: this penis was more than clean.

I sucked happily, doing my usual chores, and Edward’s cock finally reached right behind my cheek. Suddenly, the man grabbed my head and pressed to plunge his penis into me completely. I, of course, obeyed, and his head sank into the back wall of the larynx.

“Enough.” I told myself and began the part of the process in which I wanted to diversify the game under the table. I sat a little further away from Edward’s legs, leaned back a bit, put my feet gently on Edward’s cock and grabbed it with them. I’ve heard a lot about this way of satisfying a man. It’s called Footjob. And I knew it would be nicer to wear silk stockings. My heel pressed hard against his testicles, the sole was located along the trunk of Edward’s taut member and my toes moved over his head.

I started my up and down movements…

It was not very easy. It felt like I was exercising, paying attention to my legs. But I was wondering how much my boss would like it…

He came soon, pouring hot cum on my feet. I smiled satisfactorily. “So he liked it, and how!”

I spent the rest of the meeting lounging under the table…

By the time everyone left, the cum on my stockings was dry. I carefully got out from under the table and looked around. There was no one, not even Edward. It was strange.

I looked at the chair where he was sitting. There was a sheet of paper with a phone number and the inscription ‘Call me ;).’ The handwriting did not belong to my boss.

The realization of what had happened spilled over me like snow in my head and I covered my mouth with my hand…

“Dammit! It wasn’t Edward!!!”

I ran towards the exit, but the door was closed. Hell! Hell!

It seemed Edward got mad and decided not to let me out of the room…

“Calm down.” I ordered myself, trying to suppress my panic attack. “Let someone come in here. Just sit next to the door and calm down…”

Time dragged on endlessly. I had already come to the conclusion that this was one of the worst days of my life. How did I manage to find the wrong man! But how did it happen? Why didn’t I notice that the member was completely different? Did Edward move or did I get it wrong? And why did Edward throw me, like an unneeded puppy, here, in a place unknown to me? For what?

Tears of despair and anger ran down my cheeks. Enough with me! Enough of this humiliation…

I don’t know how long it was, but it seemed to me that I was already dozing and wandering between reality and dreams. I heard some voices from afar, some faces appeared in my head over and over…

The lock clicked. The door opened, letting in a shaft of bright light. It took me a while to realize that my suffering was over.

“Here you have it!” I thought.

A cleaning lady came into the room and placed the tools for cleaning the room in front of her. I got up as quietly as possible, trying not to make a noise, and walked out the door while the cleaning lady was busy with the process.

Luck!

My limbs were terribly numb and I could barely move. I thought I looked terrible so I went to the ladies room and straightened up.

At the exit of the building, the guard saw me and wanted to stop me:

“Girl, where are you from?”

“From the meeting.” I murmured.

Either my angry look scared him, or something else, but he dismissed me without further questions.

I went outside and took a deep breath of fresh air. After the tight space, it was just what I needed. My head immediately started to spin. It was already very dark. A terrible fatigue took over my body: not only had I spent so much time in the conference room, but I was also without means of communication and without money. I swore out loud. At that moment, a strong hatred for Edward burned all living things in me.

The hand clenched angrily and something cracked. I looked down. The same scrap of note from that unknown man left behind.

It seems I had no other choice.

I returned with the disgruntled guard.

“Can I make a call?” I tried to speak to him politely. My immediate future depended on this.

He looked at me suspiciously:

“No.”

“It won’t be a problem!” I exclaimed. The remnants of pride had completely disappeared. “I need to contact… my colleague! Here, I have his number…”

The guard grunted in disgust.

“I’ll call him myself. Give me your paper here. There is definitely no colleague.”

He dialed his office phone number and called. After hearing the beeps, he barked at the receiver:

“Who the hell are you?”

The answer on the other end of the line apparently deafened him, because the guard’s face was very pale and drawn.

“Oh, Makar Sergeyevich, forgive me! It’s all a girl… she gave me your number here and said she wanted to contact… What’s your name?” The latter was addressed to me.

“Uh…” I hesitated. “Tell him I’m from the meeting in the little conference room…”

The guard voiced my answer to the unknown Makar Sergeyevich. After a bit more silence, he hung up.

“His COLLEAGUE.” The guard spat. “Now come here. You’re lucky I’m still here.”

I wanted to ask him who Makar Sergeyevich was and why the guard was afraid of him, but I bit my tongue in time. That would sound strange from me.

We didn’t have long to wait. A tall, stately man in a terribly expensive suit came down and approached us. He was definitely over forty, if not closer to fifty, but he looked pretty good for his age. The gray lightly touched his hair, which made it feel like it was shiny. And the face with its delicate, aristocratic features seemed vaguely familiar. Where did I see it?…

“Good night.” He nodded. “Come with me. And with you…” He turned to the guard. “I’ll talk later. Personally.”

That poor thing, he turned completely white…

“Who is he?” I asked myself as I followed my savior. It was obvious that he was in a high position.

We went to his office, on the door of which was a sign: ‘Ermolaev Makar Sergeyevich. Head of Regional Development.’

I gasped. Exactly! I saw the portrait of him in a job presentation, which presented important employees of our organization.

It looked like I was in trouble again…