I came hard in the bathroom, getting my panties soaking wet. Having returned to my senses and thinking much more clearly, I finished up in the bathroom and at the sink and then went to get the file like I had been told.
I was just walking towards the file room when I heard a police siren. Suddenly a commanding voice came on over a loudspeaker.
“Attention, citizens. The city is in complete lockdown. No one is allowed on the street. Stay where you are until further notice. We are quarantining the area, taking some suspected Coronavirus patients to the hospital for testing, and everyone needs to stay where they are until the tests can be run.”
My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounding against my ribcage.
There was no way I could leave now, even if I wanted to.
I was on lockdown!
Trapped with my sexy boss!
Chapter Four
Macy
I was still trembling when I got back to Paul’s office with the file. It didn’t seem to matter much anymore, as court was sure to be canceled. Everything was being canceled, including the freedom of movement. I was nearly to the desk when I noticed that he was adjusting his pants.
I didn’t see his cock but some of his pelvic area was certainly visible. I wondered what he had been doing while I was gone, and then told myself not to be naïve.
Could he have been doing the same thing I was?
Thinking the same thing I was?
I had no idea he might even consider me that way.
I hoped I didn’t look too flushed or he might guess that I was being naughty. Then again, he might want to spank me as punishment, and I wouldn’t have minded that at all. We both cleared our throats at the same time, like a sort of sonic reset.
“I have the file,” I said, going over and putting it on the desk as though to prove that my claim was indeed true.
“Did you hear the order?” Paul asked, stoic as ever.
“Yes, umm, I did. I guess that means I can’t leave? Though that’s fine with me of course! No problem here! I know you work all the time, fighting the good fight and I’m happy to help you.”
“I don’t work all the time. A guy has to have some fun,” he said, giving me a look that I felt meant something, but one which I didn’t quite recognize.
“Fun? What do you mean? What kind of fun?” I asked, as curious as I was scared.
“Maybe the kind of fun you were having in the bathroom right now,” he said, retaining his professional demeanor.
Shit.
I thought I might be in trouble.
“H-how did you know?”
“Your adorably flushed face. Besides which, you weren’t exactly quiet. It sounded like quite the party,” he observed.
“I-”
I couldn’t finish. I was far too embarrassed to think, let alone to speak. I just stood there and waited for him to issue punishment.
“Strip,” he ordered firmly.
“What?” I asked, not sure I had heard quite right.
“Take off your clothes and show me what you were doing in the bathroom,” he said, speaking with authority. “I know you like to think about me and play with yourself. So I want you to show me your naked body.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, softly.
Staring at the floor, I stripped down to nothing, my pussy already getting wet again. I wanted so much for him to touch me.
“Get on the desk,” he ordered. “Show me what you were doing in the bathroom. I want to watch.”
I obeyed, surprised by how turned on I was. I got on the desk facing him and spread my legs wide so he could see everything.
I started to touch myself like I had in the bathroom. He watched, a look of approval on his face, as I circled my fingers around my clit and then slipped some inside my gaping hole. I fingered myself until I came, moaning loudly as the shudders ran through me.
Taking me gently by the wrist, he pulled my hand out of the way, slipping his own fingers inside. I gasped loudly with pleasure as he started expertly playing with my pussy. I had wanted him to touch me so badly and now I was not disappointed. He really knew how to touch me just right.
I couldn’t hold on anymore and I came hard, all over his hand. I gasped, almost embarrassed as the juices ran freely out of me.
“It’s okay,” he said, deep and low. “Let yourself go for me. Cum on my hand. Cum wherever you want. Be a dirty girl for me.”
“Yes, sir,” I moaned. “Yes, sir, whatever you want, I’ll do.”
I listened to him, cumming again as he stroked my clit. Then he pinched it as he stroked the opening of my pussy hole. Grabbing my entire pussy with his hand and cupping it, he caught the rest of my juices as they poured out into his palm.