Following Her Lead (Audio Script)

Stories

I head to your office door and quietly peek through the opening.

You’re still typing like crazy, just how you were when I left you at lunch.

It’s evening, around when you should be finishing up. I don’t want to distract you but at the same time, I want to take you away from the latest mountain of work your boss will have no doubt piled on you.

“Hey…

Is it safe to come in?

”

You look up and I immediately notice that your eyes are red from staring at the screen all day.

Your hair is a little fluffed up, the way it gets after you’ve run your hands through it when you’re stressed.

Looks like you’ve been doing that a lot today.

Your expression softens from your stern “I’m concentrating at work” look, and you give me a tired smile.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

“All done?”

“Just this last sentence…”

You finish typing and close your laptop.

You blow out a heavy breath and run your hands down your face.

“Yeah. Finally.

I cannot wait for this week off.”

I flash you a small, sympathetic smile as I make my way over and stand behind your chair, and begin to massage your shoulders.

They’re tight.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt you this tense.

Well, except for that time our flight to Turks and Caicos got double-booked and we had a ten-hour delay for the next plane.

I work my thumbs into your muscles, circling the knots and tension until they start to loosen up.

“Mm, that feels incredible. This is exactly what I need.

Thanks.

”

“Want to talk about it?”

“Don’t ask…”

“That bad?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for this promotion.

It’s just… This new manager they brought in?

They’re micro-managing us like crazy.

How am I meant to do what’s in my job description when they’re asking me to do reports on the reports I do? It’s just so unnecessary.

”

“Sounds like a handful, that’s for sure.”

“That’s putting it politely.”

I knead the base of your neck and you crane your head back to look at me.

“Hey.”

“Hey…”

You close your eyes and relax into my touch as the tension gradually leaves your taut muscles.

I wish I could just wave a magic wand and take all your work stress away.

I’m usually the morning person but you wouldn’t know it lately.

You’re up earlier than I am and two coffees down by the time I come downstairs, and it feels like we’ve barely seen each other.

I run my fingers through your hair and you let your head fall back against my stomach.

You like it when I play with your hair, and I can’t help but smirk to myself knowing I can make any stress just melt away with a few soft circles on your scalp.

“You look like you could use a distraction…”

“Tell me about it.”

I circle your chair to face you, stepping closer until our knees touch. I love how you curiously stare up at me, wondering what I’m about to do next.

You run your hand gently up the back of my thigh, your cheeks turning a little pink, as I straddle your lap.

“Well hello.”

“Hey…”

Your hands slide over my hips and up my back, and I gently part your lips with my tongue.

You feel so good when we’re close like this. I love the feeling of our bodies pressed together.

I trail my fingers down your chest, brushing my fingertips over your chest through the cotton of your shirt.

There’s that sound. You’re so sensitive there and I love the sounds you make.

I kiss along your jaw and down your neck, right to that little sweet spot that makes you shiver under me.

You let your head fall back against the chair and you slide your hands down to my ass, giving it a squeeze as I grind my hips against yours.

“I can help…?”

“Babe…”

“Yeah?”

“I want to…I really do.

But I…

I’m exhausted. I wouldn’t be any good to you.”

“You’re always good to me.”

“You know what I mean.”

I pull back slightly and run my fingers through your soft, fluffy hair.

“That’s okay…

We can just cuddle if you want?

”

“I didn’t say we couldn’t do…other things.”

I raise an eyebrow.

“Oh?”

“We can still fool around…just not go all the way, you know?”

“In that case…”

“...I have an idea.

Remember that thing we talked about last week?”

“Which one?”

“The one where I tell you what to do?”

I love the way your teeth graze against your bottom lip when I press my hips against yours as I speak.

Your eyes darken and a sly grin pulls at the corners of your lips.

“How could I forget?”

“I want you to touch yourself for me.”

My eyes never leave yours as I leave your lap, only to perch at the edge of your desk instead.

I run my fingers up my thighs and spread my legs, pulling up my skirt.

“Pull down your pants.”

You obey without a word, unbuckling your belt and pulling down your pants and boxers.

Your cock is already hard and you give it a few soft tugs when I hold up my hand.

“I didn’t say you could touch it yet.”

“Aw come on…”

“Patience.

You’ll get your turn when I say so.

”

I brace my feet on your thighs and pull down my shirt, exposing my bra.

Your eyes widen slightly and your jaw clenches.

I love how you bunch your hands into fists and then flex out your fingers.

“Unbutton your shirt.”

You flick open the buttons on your shirt without looking away from me, letting it fall open so I can see your bare chest.

My eyes wander over your soft stomach and defined muscles while I trace my fingers over the lace cups of my bra.

I trace my chest barely covered by the thin fabric.

My pussy clenches and I can feel myself getting wet.

Your cock throbs as you watch me, and you grip the arms of the chair.

“Now…watch.”

Slowly, I pull my panties to the side so you can see my bare, wet pussy.

“Fuck…”

“Wet your hand and start stroking your cock.

Slowly.”

“A flush rises up your neck to your face as you lick your palm and grip your cock, stroking slowly just as I asked. ”

Fuck…just watching you…seeing your eyes glaze over with desire for me, wandering over my frame, honing in on my spread legs…

I massage my pussy lips, using my fingers to spread them as I drag my own wetness up toward my clit, massaging in slow circles.

That feels good…I clench again, already wanting to be filled.

But we’re not doing that tonight…

Knowing we’re not…that we’re just teasing each other…

That I’m controlling you…makes it all the more hot.

“God, I want to touch you so badly…”

“Not yet…”

“Just the tip now…”

“Ohh, you know I’m sensitive there…”

“You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

“Yeah…”

You slide your palm up your cock, slowly pumping and twisting your fingers around the tip, just like I told you.

“Eyes on me…