Phil's eyes locked with the small brunette that seemed to have unintentionally wandered into their little tryst. She had a bob of nearly black hair, that was currently doing nothing to hide her open mouth shocked expression. She had on a grubby tee over boyish cargo pants that Phil figured were hiding some nice curves. A smear of dirt was on her cheek right next to a set of very kissable lips, but what caught his attention the most was a gorgeous set of bright, intelligent, soulful eyes that were rimmed by large glasses. God, he had a thing for sexy geeks. Especially ones that seemed clueless as to their attractiveness. Phil found it hot as hell that she apparently didn't give two shits what she looked like. He watched her eyes dilate as she stared at the scene before her. Her pursual didn't last long as something seemed to register, and she turned on her heel and made a beeline for the door that she had just waltzed through.
Ken's voice boomed out, "Seal, Collins, Jacobs! Get in here now!"
The three men burst through the door followed by Clancy and Zackquarius.
"Zia! Move! Catch her!" Ken ordered.
Seal didn't utter a word but dashed for the door. "Fuck!" swore Collins as he and Jacobs shot out of the room behind him.
"Zack, get to the front gate in case she out runs them! Clancy, grab the drug kit and follow me out!" and with that Ken sprang into action after his men.
Phil was left strapped to the desk, half naked with a hard on, and his boss's wife for company. God, this day is just getting weirder and weirder.
As if on cue, Miranda returned her attention to him. "So dear, that's Zia. Cute, isn't she?"
"Yes, Ma'am," he agreed quickly. "But, Ma'am, forgive me, but what the hell is going on?"
Miranda's composure didn't seem to be affected in the slightest. "Nothing at all. I think we just surprised her. Now where were we?" She had placed a little more oil onto her palm. "Ah, yes, right about here I think," and with that she slid her oiled hand firmly down his still erect shaft.
"Holy fuck," Phil bit out, slamming his eyes shut. She apparently wasn't going to let a little disruption get in the way of her previously stated goal.
She continued to stroke him as he left his eyes closed. Leaning forward to whisper into his ear, she coaxed him, "how 'bought you pretend that she's come back in here and I've already left with Ken. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Phil's eyes shot open to hers, only to close again. He spoke through pants, "not…so much that…I'd want you…to go, Ma'am…you're sexy as anything, but…"
"Older?" she supplied. "Though, aren't you sweet."
"Taken," he countered. "and she is?"
"Not," Miranda confirmed.
Phil felt his balls tighten. He was close. He kept his eyes closed, keeping his attention on Miranda's deft strokes and pictured Zia.
Miranda felt him quiver in her hand. Using her free hand, she slid his boxers back up enough to catch his sped as she continued to stroke him through his orgasm. When she felt he had reached completion, she slid her hand from him, tucked his now damp shorts around his groin, and gave his package a gentle pat. She grabbed a had wipe from a compartment behind the desk, cleansed her hands, and tossed the used wipe into the nearby bin. "There now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Phil meekly let out a little moan and half whimper in response. The orgasm coupled with the adrenaline let down had taken its toll.
"Someone will be in shortly to let you up. I'm going to go check on my husband. There are wash cloths and fresh clothes for you in the side half bath. Just leave these clothes in the basket on the floor so they can be cleaned you." She paused to give him a sweet peck on his forehead. "Welcome, my dear. You did very well, interruption included."