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Once more, I awoke to rays of painted light across the inside of my eyelids. Was it a dream, I wondered? No, the events of yesterday had been real. I had, embarassingly, spilled a grande latte all over a very important client at work. What's more, that really sweet and lovely, important client, had kissed me in spite of this when I later ran into him on the street.
Immediately I smiled, thinking of the way his perfectly soft lips had touched mine, with just the right amount of pressure. The way he had so carefully placed my glasses back on my nose. The way his electric blue eyes had drilled into me, seeing past my clumsiness, and then the way he had winked at me, as if we shared a private joke. My cock started to harden, as I thought about the way he had held me in his muscular arms. The way his shirt clearly showed the definition of his muscled chest.
With these thoughts of pure ecstacy in my head, I sat bolt upright and almost jumped a foot into the air when my damned alarm finally gave it's piercing shriek. It was time to get up, even if all I really wanted to do was lay in bed and think of him some more. I rose and immediately looked down at my hard cock poking through the fly in my boxers. I pulled them down and started caressing my dick, thinking of Andy. I closed my eyes and pictured the small smile on his lips as we'd talked on the street. His strong hands as they'd held me upright after charging into him and dousing his shirt with coffee. His lips, just the right shade of pink as they came towards me.
I watched myself in the mirror, slowly jacking up and down. I watched as my tiny muscles stood out in my white skin on my chest. I strained my stomach muscles, and for a moment, I had a six pack! It wasn't long before I came. Strings of milky white cum burst forth from my cock into the old t-shirt I had ready to catch them. I spent a moment, milking my now softening cock, savouring the moment of pure joy. I briskly wiped myself down, and whistling (or really, just attempting to...) made my way to the shower. After getting dressed, today in a green sweater with white shirt, I grabbed a breakfast bar on my way out the door and dashed down the stairs of the metro station. I couldn't help but notice that I was grinning the whole time.
I arrived at work decidedly upbeat and managed to reach my desk without running into anyone. When I reached my workstation, Derrick, Alanna and Sam were all huddled around the central table, talking excitedly. "Hey guys, w..what's going on?" I asked.
Immediately they all turned towards me and I caught a glimpse of colour on the table behind them. Alanna and Sam were smiling and Derrick had an 'I told you so' look on his face that I knew very well. "What's on the t..table?" I asked nervously. I always despised my stuttering, but had slowly grown used to it over the years.
Sam stepped aside and revealed a glass vase with the most beautiful arrangement of flowers I'd ever seen. It was huge and clearly very expensive. Underneath the flowers, next to the vase on the table was a take-away coffee cup. Clearly it had just arrived because I could see steam rising in spirals from the hole in the lid. My mouth was open in awe, and I stepped towards the table, hardly believing what I was seeing. Sam, Derrick and Alanna crowded in behind me, and Sam pointed to a small envelope next to the coffee, with my name inscribed in elegant writing.
"Open it!" She hissed at me. "It has to be from that Andrew Duncan guy!"
Derrick and Alanna were nodding in agreement. The three of them stood over my shoulder as I broke the seal on the envelope and pulled out a small card. Written in the same elegant script was the message "Since you never got to drink yours, I thought I owed you one. Andy." Underneath was a phone number and the words, "Call me."
I could hear Alanna and Sam snickering behind me, and even Derrick seemed to be impressed. I lifted the latte and took a sip. It was perfect, 'typical' I thought, 'he probably couldn't screw up if he wanted to'. Behind me I heard the sound of unmistakable shoes. I froze, the latte halfway to my lips for a second sip. I slowly replaced it on the table and turned around. I could see between Alanna's and Derrick's shoulders that the Monster had arrived to break up our little party.
"What, pray tell, is going on here?" she asked. Her tone dripped with disdain. To their credit, my three amigos put up a valiant effort, but even they couldn't stand against the Monster when she had the blood in her nostrils. Slowly, one by one they crumbled, Wendy glided through as if parting the Red Sea, until it was only me standing in front of her, my back to the glorious flowers.
Wendy sniffed, as if she smelled something foul, and then peered around my shoulder to see the beautiful blooms placed so elegantly in the glass vase. She was so close, I could once again smell the reek of stale coffee and tobacco. I grimaced involuntarily. The accompanying card rested in the palm of my hand, safely hidden, for now.
The Monster stiffened at the sight of the flowers and coffee and immediately shifted her icy glare to me. I was relieved really, afraid that the flowers might begin to wilt under that frosty gaze. I certainly did. My feet shifted, my shoulders hunched forward and I folded my hands in front of me. I even looked down at the carpet. Wendy was wearing the same ugly shoes. A different colour, but still awful. All of my earlier happiness and excitement vanished like mist in the hot sun.
Wendy's red smeared lips seperated and her yellow, almost serrated teeth showed. It took me a moment to realise she was smiling. "Well, Zach. It looks like someone has a secret admirer." Her 'smile' disappeared. "Who do you think it might be?" With each word her tone insinuated what she thought was the obvious; that no one could possibly think me worthy of admiration, secret or otherwise. The very notion was ridiculous! I could see her eyes dancing with delight as she watched me squirm under her scrutiny. Her lips stretched again into her semblance of a smile. She enjoyed the effect she had on me, and I was powerless to resist.
As she waited to hear my response, tapping her foot on the carpet impatiently, I realised; she was right. Andy had obviously sent me these flowers because he felt sorry for me. It was almost certainly why he'd kissed me yesterday. Just pity, really. In that moment, my mind flashed back 8 years, to when my parents had died. In the sharpness of black and white, my mind replayed the scenes from those dark days forever seared into my memory. The looks of sympathy had almost driven me insane. I didn't need any more. My left hand tightened into a fist, crushing the delicate paper inside. "I have no idea, Wendy. None...none at all." And I was telling the truth; for who indeed, would secretly admire me?
The rest of my morning was spent in front of my computer, playing around with some ad ideas. My friends had their backs to me for the most part, sensing my mood, however I knew they would also be looking over their shoulders at me with pity. I'd dumped the flowers in a corner of the pod behind some desk files so that it wasn't really visible because seeing them did not help. Finally, lunch time came; I could escape. I got up from my desk and mumbled that I was going out to get lunch and that I'd pick up the ususal. Sam, Alanna and Derrick all looked at my with varying degrees of sympathy, and I resolved to take extra long to clear my head.
As I rode the elevator down I reflected on that mornings incident with Wendy. I couldn't even summon up frustration at the way she treated me. All I could feel was anger with myself, for being so weak. So soft. After telling her that I didn't know who sent them, Wendy laughed and performed her trademark turn, almost whipping my face with her ponytail. I sat down, but my eyes followed her and I could see her joking and laughing with one of the other execs. They were both looking and gesturing in my direction. How I hated myself for letting her get to me this way.
The elevator doors opened in front of me and I stepped out into the lobby. I hugged my coat around me as I walked outside and made my way over to the sandwich bar. The girl at the counter, Tracy, knew me by now and could take my order without asking. I waited for her to prepare the packages while leaning against the wall of the shop.
"You know, it's customary to call and say 'thank you' when someone sends you flowers." I instantly froze whilst my brain moved at lightspeed. My eyes shifted in their sockets to the right, and then I immediately looked straight ahead. Andy was leaning against the wall next to me. I hadn't even noticed him approach. In my brief glimpse he was smiling casually. He was again dressed impeccably in a dark suit with a white shirt and blue tie that matched his eyes beautifully. He was stunning.
I licked my suddenly dry lips and swallowed, cursing myself all the while. Why was I never able to control my emotions? "Um, well, I'm sorry... th.. thankyou for the flowers." I managed to push out. I was staring at the concrete now. I knew that being so bloody self conscious was definitely NOT attractive, but I didn't care. I was so ashamed to have thought that this man, this gorgeous man, could possibly be genuinely interested in me. Who would be so dumb to want a stuttering fool?
"Well, you're welcome. I don't just send them to anybody you know..." his voice trailed off. I could hear the smile slide from his lips. "What's wrong? Why won't you look at me?" His soft voice sounded hurt and I couldn't look away.
I turned my face up to meet his, and it was like looking into the sun. I felt warmed and burned at the same time. The intensity of his brilliant blue eyes drew me in, and yet I sensed that if I looked too long, I might lose myself.
"That's better," he whispered, the smile once again on his lips. "You know, I'm not used to people turning me down, so please don't say no to my next proprosal, because it might hurt my feelings." The twinkle in Andy's eye suggested this was said with mock seriousness.
I couldn't imagine anyone saying 'no' to anything Andy might suggest, so I nodded sagely. "Well, what's the p..proposal? I guess in all fairness, I c..can't say no without hearing it first, at least." My heart started to beat a little faster. "Particularly since you seem to be st..stalking me." I raised one eyebrow quizically. I couldn't help but be a little more confident when Andy turned that smile my way.
"Well, I'm glad you're so fair minded. Stalking requires a lot of effort." He responded, not missing a beat. "Firstly, I was thinking, maybe we could grab dinner and a drink sometime?"
Instantly I could feel my heart pounding at my rib-cage. "Hmm, are you asking me..." I gulped involuntarily, "...on a date?" I narrowed my eyes. I still couldn't completely wash away the feeling that Andy was asking me out due to some perverse need to be a do-gooder, but at that moment, I didn't really care.
He pushed off the wall and walked around to stand in front of me as I asked him the question, and now he let out a laugh. "Well," he said, between chuckles, "I guess I am. Is that ok?"
Two could play at this game, I thought to myself. I wasn't going to make it easy for him... In hindsight, it was my subconscious I suppose, pushing him away. "Yeah, I suppose. Dep..depends really, I have a pretty full schedule." I enjoyed the prospect of teasing this man who seemed to have everything.
Andy's raised one eyebrow delicately, and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He was very perceptive. "Is that so...? Well, tell me when you're available, then. I'll fit in with you."
I couldn't stop myself from challenging him, trying to make it as difficult as possible. Of course, I didn't see this at the time, I simply thought I was being cheeky... "Well, um...how about tonight. I get off work at... about 7pm. There's a gr..great place around the corner..."
Andy's face broke out in a huge smile. His eyes were absoloutely dancing, and just for that moment, I began to believe that maybe he truly was interested in me.
"Hey, Zach!" I turned to the sound of the Tracy, the sandwich bar attendant, calling my name. "Your order's ready!" She'd left the packages on the counter.
I whirled immediately, intent on grabbing the sandwiches before some enterprising person decided to snatch them. In my usual style though, I couldn't quite pull it off, and my clumsiness made me trip over my own feet. I watched the pavement draw closer to my face knowing I was powerless to stop my fall.
Suddenly, my arm jerked and I was upright, regaining my balance. I looked to my right and Andy was standing there, chuckling madly, both hands around my upper arm.
"You...you caught me." I stated the obvious.
He was clearly unable to cease his amusement. "Of course!" He replied. "I've had practice!"
I returned to work in much better spirits, determined just to get through the day. If Sam, Alanna and Derrick noticed the dramatic change in my mood, they said nothing. We all got on with our work and before long we were cracking jokes and having a quiet laugh as usual.
I could see Wendy peering over occasionally, clearly perplexed that I wasn't hiding under my desk in sheer embarassment. My encounter with Andy had rejuvenated me and given me a robustness I couldn't imagine. The fact that he, of all people, wanted to take me out on a date. Well, it was the best confidence boost a guy could get.
During the final hour of work, I was continually watching the clock on my desk, and as the hands got closer to the 7pm mark, my entire body started progressively tingling with anticipation. I was turning into one giant ball of nerves. As those hands continued their slow and stately march, one by one, Sam, Derrick and then Alanna left the office. I had purposely picked a time I thought everyone would have left by. I didn't want anyone to know, in case things went badly.
I carefully packed my satchel, slid into my coat, and used Alanna's desk mirror to check my hair before I silently rode the elevator down to the ground floor at exactly 7pm. There, leaning against the wall on the far side of the lobby was Andy. He had changed from a suit and tie into something more casual, but he still looked stunning. His suit pants had been replaced with dark blue jeans that sat neatly over pointy shoes. He wore a pristine white tee-shirt underneath what was clearly a very good quality cashmere sweater. To top it off he wore a suede jacket and a long scarf was casually looped around his neck.
Even thought I was wearing a pretty nice shirt and sweater over my slacks, I felt like a scrunched up version of my morning self next to this ultra-cool man who was easily model material.
As I shuffled towards him, Andy pushed off the wall and shoved his hands in his jeans pockets, smiling awkwardly. I reached him and stopped about 3 feet away, nervously scuffing my shoe against the pristine white tiles of the floor.
I looked up and meet Andy's toothy smile with a tentative one of my own. "Shall we go?" he asked, his head was slightly tilted as he examined me. I nodded shyly and started to walk towards the exit. I could hear his shoes striking the floor sharply as he leaped to catch up and kept pace easily at my side as we exited the building and turned left to head down the street.
We walked in silence, and I covertly shot Andy secretive glances under my lashes trying to gauge his mood. He seemed content for us to be quiet for now and walked confidently down the street next to me. Within 3 minutes we reached the place I had mentioned. I liked it because it had great Italian food and was quiet. Being a weeknight, it wasn't too busy and we were seated at a table without any trouble.
As I sat opposite Andy, I couldn't resist the opportunity to closely examine his face. His dark hair didn't indicate any signs of imminent loss and clearly he looked after his skin. It was beautifully clear and dark lashes framed the eyes that I had become fiercly attracted to.
At that moment, his eyes met mine and I smiled in an embarassed way and looked down at my menu. "So," I heard him say, "what's good to eat here?"
I looked up again to see him smiling at me. My breath caught in my throat for a moment before I was able to respond. "Well, I w..would generally go for a pasta or r..risotto dish. They're generally great."
"Sounds good," he responded. He picked up his menu and started looking through, breaking the spell his eyes had cast on me.
A waitress with long blonde hair held high in a ponytail sauntered over to our table. She was reasonably attractive, as women went, and I could see she was clearly enamoured of Andy. Well, I asked myself, who wouldn't be?
I was watching closely, and Andy seemed not to notice her arrival. She was beaming widely at him and had turned her hips ever so slightly in his direction. She was completely uninterested in me... something I was used to. I was immediately proved wrong about Andy as he looked up at the waitress and was completely unsuprised to see her there. His eyes turned in my direction, and asked; "white wine ok with you?"
"Sure," I answered, eager to be compliant. Ha!
Andy glanced briefly at the waitress and ordered a bottle of wine I'd never before heard of. He handed her the menu without looking at her and turned his attention to me once more. "Are you ready to order?"
I nodded my assent and we placed our orders with our now slightly petulant waitress. As she stalked away from the table I couldn't help but follow her with my eyes. I looked back at Andy who was again staring at me. "I...I don't think she's happy that you didn't pay her any..any attention." I remarked, teasing him.
Andy furrowed his brow ever so slightly. "Why would I do that, when I already have what I want right here?" He looked straight at me.
I closed my mouth, mentally brushing the comment aside, and matched his stare. "So Andy, you kn..know exactly what it is that I do. I know about the c..company you work for, but I don't really know much about you."
Andy smiled quirkily. "You mean, you didn't Google my name the instant you had time?" he asked, clearly suprised. "Most people I meet seem to know more about me than I do, this is slightly refreshing."
I started to feel a blush creep up my cheeks. I suddenly fiercly wished I HAD Googled him, just so I would have the inside edge. "Well, I...I guess I'm not m...most people." I stammered. I couldn't help this side effect of my embarassment; my stammering seemed to get even worse than normal. Andy, to his credit, effected not to notice.
"Well, the company's my life really. My family built it from the ground up, and now I run it." Andy rushed through this description as if trying to gloss over it really quickly. "It's hard work, but I enjoy it."
I had started to chew on some bread the waitress had deposited on the table. I immediately stopped chewing and swallowed hard. Andy RAN the company? And from what he was saying, his family owned it too? Surely that was impossible. The research I had done suggested that Andy's company was worth billions.
Clearly Andy immediately recognised the look on my face. He seemed to be waiting for a particular reaction of some sort, and when I resumed chewing and didn't give it, he seemed to relax.
After that the night progressed well. We talked about all of the 'safe' subjects. Where we had gone to school, our favourite sports, (well Andy's as I didn't really have any!), a little bit about our families. I told Andy my parents had died when I was 16, and he seemed genuinely empathetic. Try as I might, I could detect no trace of sympathy in the look he gave me, and I too started to relax.
I learned Andy was 28, and whilst he was pretty young to be running the family business, his qualifications from a top school, as well as learning everything about the company from his father had enabled him to smoothly take over when his father became ill. I learned that he had two siblings, an older brother and younger sister, both of whom also had important positions within the family business. As I listened to him talk with passion about his family, my heart started to ache.
I was an only child, and while my parents had been very loving and caring, I had always craved the wonderful feeling of security I believed a family could provide. We talked late into the night, and the staff had long cleared our plates and were obviously getting ready to close up for the night. Chairs were being put on the tables so that they could mop and Andy and I were the only customers in the restaurant.
Our blonde waitress had long given up on attracting Andy's attention and she sauntered over to the table rather casually now. Andy frowned at the interruption when she placed a black faux leather folder on the tablecloth. "Thanks guys," she said rather casually, "we're closing up now." Andy and I both reached into our coats at the same time. I pulled out my rather battered MasterCard from my wallet and proceeded to reach for the bill. Andy however, was a lot quicker than I was.
"Thanks for letting us know, I guess we lost track of time." He directed his comment to the waitress however was looking at me, daring me to object with his eyes, as he slipped what looked like an all black card next to the bill and handed it to her.
She opened the folder and stared inside for a moment, her mouth slightly agape. A moment later, she recovered herself and briskly walked off, her step noticably bouncier. I frowned after her, totally oblivious, and gave Andy a mock glare. "You should've let m..me pay," I said. "It's the least I co..could do for spilling my co..coffee all over your shirt."
Andy flashed his teeth at me. "You get it next time, then," and winked. As we both stood up and put on our coats, the waitress returned with the slip for Andy to sign and his card. As she took the folder back from him, she stepped back and did the most curious thing, she seemed to be almost bobbing a curtsey of some kind! She was beaming in awe at Andy! As I stared in wonderment at this behaviour, Andy gently shooed her away and guided me towards the door. I twisted my head around as we walked out to see that all the remaining staff had stopped what they were doing and were watching avidly as we left.
"W..what was THAT about?" I asked Andy in utter astonishment. "I m..mean, I know I'm a regular, b..but they've never treated me like th..that!" My mouth was slightly open as the staff continued to track our progress as we walked past the window down the street.
"Never mind," said Andy. He seemed to be trying to ignore the whole thing. "Some people are easily impressed." There was a wry twist to his lips. He stopped walking and turned towards me. "Do you want to get a drink?" His eyes were like a puppys; almost begging me, clearly without wanting to seem too desperate.
I was astonished that this seemed to be the way that Andy was with me. True we had gotten along really well at dinner. Andy had a very tactful way of drawing things out of me that I rarely talked about. I didn't even realise he was doing it half the time. There were hardly any moments where one of us was not talking, and even then, it was generally because we needed to chew!
I'd had a really great time with Andy, but I also felt exhausted. It was late, and my nerves were shredded from simply sitting across the table from such a captivating man, trying not to make an idiot out of myself. "I'd l..love to Andy, but I have an early morning tomorrow, a..and I'm really beat." Immediately I regretted the words, Andy's face fell ever so slightly before breaking out into a small smile.
"Well, how about a drink after work tomorrow night, then?" Andy persisted. It was doubly hard to say no to Andy after disappointing him, so I didn't even try.
I smiled right back and said as casually as possible, "Sure thing. I'm pretty certain I can get off at 5 tomorrow night. How's that?"
"Perfect," he responded. Smiling once more, we started walking again. "Can I give you a lift home?" he asked.
"Thanks," I responded, "but it's really out of your way." During conversation, I'd learned that Andy lived in an apartment within the city. My apartment wasn't too far out, but it would definitely inconvenience Andy.
"It's no trouble at all!" Andy pulled a Blackberry from his pocket and punched a few keys. A moment later he was replacing it. "Our ride will be here any moment."
Sure enough, not a minute later, a black sedan made it's way up the street and pulled up next to the curb alongside us. Andy didn't hesitate to open the door and beckon for me to jump inside. I did so a little awkwardly, my clumsiness returning. I managed to get inside without falling on the seat. Andy jumped in behind me with no trouble at all.
I realised this was no ordinary sedan. It was more of a limousine, just not a stretch size. The seats were super comfortable leather, and there were several things one would definately not expect to find in most cars. The driver was a barely visible shadow through frosted glass.
Andy pressed a button on the ceiling and said hello to 'Luke', (whom I presumed was the driver). He asked me to give my address to Luke and once I'd finished, I could see the vague outline of a man giving a quick salute behind the glass.
As the car pulled smoothly away from the curb, I leaned back into the seat and realised that Andy was sitting so close to me that we were shoulder to shoulder. I could feel the hard muscles on his arm as my arm and shoulder rubbed his as I settled myself in.
A moment later it registered that our hips were touching too, and our knees. I knew this was silly as it had been obvious when I got into the car that there was plenty of room on the rear seat for at least three people! I looked past Andy and realised, that while I had made my way to the far corner of the car, he had in fact placed himself in the middle of the seat. There was plenty of room on his other side. I shook my head ruefully and proceeded to look out the window at the streets as we passed by.
A moment later, I felt a tug at my shirt. It had gotten caught under Andy's body as he turned to face me in the seat. His knee was well and truly against mine, our thighs together and he raised his left arm to place his elbow on the back of the seat and turned his chest towards me.
I looked down at our thighs touching and then up at Andy. As always, he was smiling and examining me, this time, clearly waiting for my reaction. My heart thumping in my chest, I slowly turned as much as I could to face him. Our faces were so close I could smell his breath again. It smelled clean and fresh, even after our dinner. I realised mine would smell of onion from the rich risotto I had consumed. I tried to breathe as little as possible, however this seemed to be at odds with the needs of my body as my heart beat thunderously, trying to get what little oxygen it had around my body.
My hands were fidgeting in my lap. Andy moved his arm over and took my right hand in his. It seemed to fit perfectly in the palm of his hand as if they were made for eachother. I looked down at our hands, simply holding eachother and resting on our thighs, so close together. I closed my eyes and felt Andy's warm breath on my neck as he moved closer, if that was possible! Slowly my cock came alive and started to harden in my shorts.
With careful slowness, Andy's lips kissed my neck, just below my ear. Immediately I felt tingles like soft electricity on my skin. I was sure my pulse against his lips would be an obvious give away to my excitement. Gently, his kisses migrated across my cheek and eventually to the corner of my mouth.
In a moment of bliss, Andy's lips connected with mine. For a moment there was awkwardness whilst he removed my glasses, and then I could feel his tongue gently pressing. I opened my lips and allowed him in arching my back slightly as his left arm encircled my shoulders, pulling my chest close to his. His silky tongue gently explored my mouth, as his arm held me fast against his lean chest. I could feel the steel of his muscles through his clothes and my left hand lifted of it's own accord to run my fingers through his short hair and tickle the edge of his ear.
We kissed passionately for several minutes, only occasionally coming up for air. Afterwards, Andy released his trademark smile on me and with a peck on my nose, put my glasses back on and pulled me into the circle of his arms, my head resting on his collarbone. Both of his arms were around my shoulders and I leaned back into his chest, as I relaxed even more.
Just as I settled, I felt something in the small of my back. I shifted delicately and resettled myself but it was still there. I quickly sat up and looked around to see what was going on. Andy was looking at me as embarassed as I'd ever seen him. His bottom lip was caught in his teeth and his eyebrows were raised. Andy's eyes fell to his lap, and I shifted my gaze wordlessly to follow. There, along one leg of his jeans, it was clear that Andy had a massive boner.
For a moment, I was speechless, and then I burst out laughing! Andy looked at me in shock and then he too started laughing right along with me.
End of Part 2.
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