Cared by Twin daddies

Chapter 29

Jamie stared at Mariah's ass as she leaned over the conference table in her office reviewing the ad layouts they'd been working on. Part of him was admiring her shapely ass, but most of him was still upset over the performance evaluation she'd given him yesterday.

Jamie was a twenty one year old artist, fresh out of art school, working for a medium size Ad Agency on the west coast. Mariah was the Creative Director he worked under, and it was she who was responsible for reviewing his work and doing his performance evaluations. He'd been with the agency for 3 months now, and had just received his 90-day review yesterday.

In a nutshell, she'd told him that he had a real talent, but he wasn't using it. She called him lazy and unmotivated. And she said he needed to be more assertive, more aggressive. Because of his shortcomings, she was withholding any raise, and putting him on probation for 30 days. At the end of that time, they would either talk again, or he'd be let go. And, she wanted him to work tomorrow. There went his Saturday.

In spite of his anger, Jamie had to admit that Mariah was not at all unpleasant to look at. She was 35 years old, single, and stood about 5'9' tall. Her sandy blonde hair fell to just below her shoulders and had a slight natural wave to it. She looked to be in good shape, like she worked out regularly, and had a nice, healthy bosom.

"Jamie, can you come here a minute?" she called without looking up.

He rose from his desk and walked through the open door to her office, not really in any particular hurry.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Take a look at these layouts and tell me what you think."

Mariah was leaning over the conference table, her left hand resting on the table for support, and her right hand pointing to the layouts in front of her. Jamie moved over beside her and leaned over the table. Mariah's position made it difficult for him to get a good look at the layouts without touching her.

What the hell, he thought. It wasn't as if she valued him as an employee or anything. He might as well enjoy himself. She was probably going to fire him anyway.

He placed his hand on her back and leaned into her shoulder to get a better look. He felt Mariah stiffen up instantly and move a bit to her right.

"Wow," he said. "You sure are jumpy, aren't you?"

"Never mind me, just tell me what you think of the layouts," she said. But he sensed a nervousness in her voice that wasn't there before. And all he did was touch her!

He liked the layout, and he told her so. He thought it was both eye catching and provocative.

"How about this one?" she asked moving a little further down the table.

Again, he moved down beside her, placed his hand on her back, and leaned into her so he could see the layout better. And again she stiffened up and moved away.

But this time, Jamie decided he'd really have some fun. After all, he was probably history anyway. He might as well go down swinging.

"You need to relax, Mariah," he said. He slid quickly behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Here, this will help some," he said as he began massaging her shoulders.

Instantly, Mariah stood up straight. "That's really not necessary, Jamie," she said as she tried to step away from him.

But the grip on her shoulders was firm, holding her in her place. "Relax, Mariah," he said. "You really need this. You're way to tense." He continued massaging her shoulders as she stood beside the table. Gradually, he could feel her beginning to relax.

"How's that feel?" he asked. Immediately, he could feel her tense up again.

"That feels good, Jamie," she responded, "but it's really not necessary. Please stop."

"Nonsense," he replied. "You need it, and I enjoy doing it. So just try to relax."

He continued working her shoulders, slowly inching his way to her arms, then back to her neck. He saw her lower her head slightly, and felt her body responding to his massage. Slowly, he again inched his way from her neck, over her shoulders, and down her arms. Only this time, he made sure to "inadvertently" brush the sides of her breasts.

He felt her jump slightly at his intrusion, but as soon as he moved his hands back up her arms she relaxed again. Slowly, he repositioned her so she was facing directly at the side of the conference table. The move was so slow, and so gradual, that she hadn't even been aware of it.

Gently, he eased her upper body down towards the table top. "Bend over," he said softly, yet firmly. "Then I can really do it right."

Mariah felt him pushing her gently towards the table, and she felt her body tense up again. "No," she said. She reached her arms out to the table to support her body. "Please stop."

But he continued to massage her, working her tired, aching muscles. Slowly, she felt her body relaxing again. God, but he was good at this, she thought. She couldn't ever remember having a massage that felt so good. She could feel herself giving in, slowly but surely, to the magic in his fingers, as they now moved slowly across her back and down her sides.

As he moved back up her back, she felt herself surrender and lower her body to the table.

"That's better," Jamie said. "Just relax and enjoy it." He continued rubbing her muscles, from her back, to her arms, to her shoulders. When he reached her lower back again, he gently slid his hands under her T-shirt and onto her bare skin.

She tensed up slightly, trying to raise herself off the table. "Relax," he said softly, holding her down gently. "I'm in charge now. You just relax and enjoy."

Something in the tone of his voice was different, she noted, and as much as she hated to do it, it was time to call a halt to the massage. "That's enough, Jamie," she said, trying to raise herself off the table.

But Jamie held her down, gently but firmly, while his hands still massaged her bare back under her shirt. "I told you to relax and enjoy," he said firmly. He continued to work his hands on her, moving slowly further and further up her back, finally reaching her bra.

He could feel the conflict within her as she alternated between relaxing and enjoying the massage, and trying to raise herself off the desk. But the periods of resistance were coming less and less often, and lasting for a shorter and shorter time, until eventually, she lay completely still, moaning softly as he worked her back.

Sensing that the time was right, Jamie slid his hands down her back, grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt, and began pulling it up her body. Expecting at least some resistance, he was surprised when, instead, she raised her body slightly, making it easier for him to remove the garment.

Quickly, he slid the shirt off of her, moved his hands to her bra, unclasped it, and peeled the straps away from her back. He returned his hands to her back, now laid completely bare before him.

He continued massaging her thoroughly, over her arms, her shoulders, her neck, and her back. He slid her arms up and away from her body, allowing him better access to her sides, and allowing him to brush the sides of her t**s.

By now, Mariah was thoroughly absorbed in the pleasure he was giving her. She was aware, albeit barely, that Jamie had removed her shirt and undid her bra, and that she had put up no resistance at all. She was also aware of a moistening in her panties as the pleasure he was inflicting on her was slowly but steadily arousing her, and just as steadily wearing away her defenses.

After several minutes, she heard his voice. "Roll over." By then, she was so absorbed in the pleasure he was giving that she never hesitated to do as he instructed. She rolled to her back, somehow managing to keep her bra in place over her breasts.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. He smiled at her, leaned forward, his groin pressing between her knees, his head hanging over her chest, and began massaging her neck and shoulders. She closed her eyes again, and allowed herself to get lost in his sensual massage.

Slowly, gently, he moved down her neck to her shoulders and over her shoulders to her arms, taking her bra straps with him as he moved. His movements were so slow and so gentle, that she hardly realized he'd exposed the top half of her breasts. She could feel him pressing his body against her knees, and she could feel his arousal growing. By this point, she knew exactly where he was taking her, though she no longer had the strength, or the desire, to stop him.

But before he could go any further, his phone started ringing and the spell was broken. But Mariah just looked at him and Jamie saw that it was his sister calling which arguably was one of the most shocking things that had happened to him in the last two weeks. His sister never called and he knew he had to take this call.

“This is important. Family emergency. Can we pick it up from where we left off again after I finish the call?” asked Jamie as Mariah nodded and said with a smile,” Maybe later on.”

Jamie went out of the office and received the call.

“Hey Calla, fancy seeing you calling me up today?” asked Jamie with a smirk in his voice.

“Yeah. It has been a long time that we spoke but it isn’t for me I am calling you tonight. You remember that I had a friend in school on whom you crushed? Comet? The one with big boobs and blonde hair?”

“Of course I do,” said Jamie. ”What about her?”

“Well she wanted to talk to you. Saying that she needs your help with something so I called to ask you if I can give her your number?” asked Calla and Jamie was stunned for a moment. He doubted if this girl, Comet even remembered him.

“Are you pranking me, little sis?” asked Jamie with suspicion lacing his voice.

“I have a lot other work to do rather than pranking you, Jamie. Come on, don’t waste my time,” said Calla. She herself had been a bit shocked when Comet had called her and asked for her brother’s contact but she did not think much about it.

“Don’t be a b***h, Calla. Yes you can give her my number. I want to hear what she might have to say to me.”