Riley
Over the weekend, I moved from my apartment in Ann Arbor to a new rental in Grand Rapids. My new place was a single-story one-bedroom townhouse that even had a small fenced-in yard. The rental management company was offering it for an unbelievably low price, so hopefully, it wouldn’t continually bring problems. I still had enough money in my college fund account to afford the first and last month’s rent on the new place before I would receive my first paycheck. Though small, it was still bigger than my apartment near campus.
Moving from Ann Arbor to Grand Rapids wasn’t my only big change during the weekend. I decided that I needed a new car, or at least something new to me. My Civic had been awesome, and it had served its purpose, but it was time to move on. I looked online for used Mercedes S-Classes and found one at a used car dealership in Grand Rapids.
Having grown up in Grand Rapids, I knew where everything was located. I planned on picking up a few things for my new place each night after work, but until then, I had things to survive on. While the pump blew up my air mattress, I flipped through the owner’s manual for my Mercedes. Even though my model was ten years old, it was still a damn nice vehicle. Obviously, Griffin thought so too.
On Monday morning, I pulled into the parking lot and parked my car directly across the aisle from Griffin’s Mercedes. I looked at my cell phone while I walked into the building. It wasn’t even 8:00, and Griffin was already here.Impressive, Mr. CEO.
I collected my key card from the receptionist and made my way to my desk. Just as Amy promised, my nameplate welcomed me to my new home by the window. When I stepped into my cubicle, I immediately noticed the welcome packet waiting for me on my desk. The guy from the farthest cubicle stood and made his way over to me.
“Hi, Riley. Welcome to Evans Financial. I’m Chase, a fellow intern,” Chase introduced himself, and we shook hands and exchanged brief pleasantries. “I’ll let you get settled in. The other guys will be back soon. They went on the coffee and breakfast run.” Chase bumped his fist on top of my cubicle frame and headed back to his desk.
My workspace was L shaped, and I began mentally mapping out where I would place things. I quickly emptied my messenger bag and selected the perfect spot for my diploma just to the right side of my main workspace. Hopefully, the official one won’t get lost with my new mailing address. One of the welcome items was a black coffee mug that had the company logo on it in gold. I set the mug next to my diploma and admired the two items together. I had a twelve-inch-tall University of Michigan flag and placed it in the mug.
Soon, I had met the three other interns, Jeff, Mike, and Malcolm, and a handful of other people over donuts and coffee. The Chief Financial Officer, Mark Hull, even came down from what I assumed was his posh office. Everyone seemed like they would be excellent people to work with, but I was only interested in one person … Griffin.
Yvette was the woman who oversaw the five of us interns, and she would be the one to assign us daily tasks, or grunt work as I called it. But I needed to do it to prove my worth to Griffin and move my way up.
That night, I jacked off to the mental picture burned in my mind of Griffin. I saw him once today. He had come down to my floor and went into Yvette’s office opposite from where Chase sat. Griffin looked incredible. I could see the outline of his upper arms in his perfectly tailored black suit and his banker’s blue shirt. As he had walked by my cubicle alongside Yvette, I stood and pretended to be stretching so I could get a peek of his firm ass in his trousers. I was in a trance, moving my hand up and down my shaft in quick succession while I envisioned Griffin’s ass.Fuck, I was close. I tugged on my balls, imagining it was Griffin’s hand on me, trying to bring me closer. I could picture the strong muscular lines in his forearm as he finished me off.
“Fuck,” I moaned and pressed my head back against my pillow as I came.
All of the muscles in my body had tensed as jets of cum launched onto my chest, abs, and under my chin. Of course, now I imagined it was Griffin’s cum, and I wasn’t about to waste any. Bending my legs at the knees, I brought my legs closer to my chest. I continued to slowly stroke my softening cock as I gathered some cum on my middle finger. Pressing my coated fingertip against my puckered hole, I teased the rim with some pressure before I pushed past the ring of muscles. When the cum around my ass began to dry, I pulled my hand away triumphantly. I was exhausted but sated.
The next few days were about what I expected for my first week of work. There were lots of smiles, handshakes, and learning about the systems and tasks. I spent my mornings shadowing one of the other interns for a while and then I would meet with Yvette and go over some specific tasks. The one-on-one time with her was great, but it wasn’t Griffin. Amy had said that I could expect time with him, and I couldn’t help but wonder when that was coming. I was trying not to let myself get frustrated or impatient, but fuck, I’d waited six fucking years.
Oddly, it did help my ego that each time I entered Evans Financial, Maxine, the receptionist, always looked like she wanted to suck my dick. But it wasn’t just Maxine who made me feel incredible. Yvette, the trainer and person in charge of the interns, gave me a similar feeling. As I’d sit across from her listening to her training, her hazel eyes tended to roam. Often, I’d look up from notetaking, and her eyes would be on my neck or my chest. Every time I’d stand up, her eyes would bolt down to my groin.
It was my first Friday on the job that I got a glimpse of her cleavage, and I felt things shift in the air. It was a casual dress Friday, and I chose to wear jeans and a navy sweater with a tiny “M” on the right side if the chest. Though I was showing my college pride, it wasn’t like wearing a college sweatshirt. Yvette’s eyes roamed my body more that morning than they had all week. She wore a black silk blouse that was tight across the chest and had a plunging neckline. I thought she purposely leaned forward when she spoke to me so I could see the tops of her breasts. As we were wrapping up our morning training session, her eyes darted to my groin when I stood.
“I think you’re going to fit in well here, Riley,” she said while reaching behind her chair.
Her breasts jutted forward, and for a split second, I glanced at the creamy flesh. When she laughed, my eyes quickly found hers. Heat from being caught looking began to spread through me, but I pulled it together and thanked her for her time before heading back to my desk.
“Riley, lunch today, man?” Jeff asked me from over the glass partition between us.
“Yes, that sounds good.” I nodded.
I took some large sips of water while I logged in to check my email quickly since I knew the guys wanted to leave for lunch within fifteen minutes. I drew my attention to an email from Stacey, Griffin’s secretary.
Eagerly, I double-clicked on the email and saw that she had scheduled me for a 1:30 meeting with Griffin. My cock began to swell, and my pulse sped up. I was trying not to get dizzy or too ahead of myself with thoughts. I felt like I was burning up and wiped the perspiration from my forehead with the back of my hand. Slyly, I moved my hand to my crotch under my desk and could feel how hard I was. I needed to make a quick trip to the restroom before the guys were ready to leave. I told Jeff that I would meet them by the elevator in fifteen minutes before I hurried to the men’s room.
Once I was in the safety of a stall with the door closed, I quickly unzipped my jeans and freed my huge erection. The head was a deep crimson color and felt heavy in my hand. I tugged my white undershirt up over my sweater and put the hem of it between my teeth. I had a meeting with Griffin this afternoon and couldn’t risk him seeing me wearing a sweater with dried jizz on it. I pressed my hand against the gray wall of the stall for balance and pumped my throbbing cock with my fist until I shot my load on the gray and black tile of the back wall.
“Fuck,” I said under my breath.
I grabbed some toilet paper and quickly cleaned the tip of my cock off before tucking myself back in my pants. I couldn’t help but smirk as I wiped the glob of cum off the wall above the toilet. I was sure I wasn’t the first guy to do that and probably wouldn’t be the last either. Before I tucked in my undershirt, I examined my hands to make sure I wouldn’t accidentally get any cum on my clothes. No one would be the wiser. Taking a deep breath, I gathered myself before I exited the stall and went to the sink to wash my hands. For a few moments, I just let the cold water run over my hands and wrists, hoping it would cool me down.
I arrived in the elevator lobby before the other guys and casually paced around until they appeared. On the way down we decided on a taco place that was within walking distance from the building. As we walked along the sidewalk between the building and parking lot, I glanced over to see if Griffin’s car was there. I wasn’t disappointed to see that it wasn’t. After all, he knew he had an appointment with me this afternoon, so I was sure he was taking lunch now.
We brought our lunches back to the Evans Financial campus and sat outside under a gazebo close to the lake. I was only mildly interested in the conversation topics with the guys. My afternoon appointment was all that was on my mind.
“So, Riley,” Jeff began before taking a sip from his cup. “How do you like Yvette?”
“She’s been very helpful and has been giving me instructions on the different tasks I’ll be completing each week,” I replied. I was careful to not say anything less than complimentary about anyone. Gossip was rampant in office buildings.
“Yeah? Has she been showing you a lot?” Mike asked and smiled when I looked up at him.
