We Worked (Well) Together

Greta Durant entered the office she shared with Lanny Tinsley at the Hetzer and Kemp Architecture Firm carrying a bottle of champagne which she placed in the middle of the long wooden table in the center of the room that was covered with drawings and other paperwork.

Greta was always professionally dressed, 5'8 with brunette hair and the appropriate weight, lean and long in stature, and cheerful in personality.

Lanny stepped out from behind his cluttered desk in the far corner of the office with a grin on his face. "We did it," he beamed.

"That we did," Greta replied happily as she placed two glasses on the table and motioned for Lanny to open the bottle. "Congratulations on the Dungee signing. Our first big project."

Lanny opened the champagne bottle, allowing the cork to shoot across the room before filling the two plastic glasses and handing Greta one.

"We make a good team," he said, holding up his glass in a salute. "We work well together."

"We do," Greta agreed, falling into a chair with the glass in her hand.

"And they said it wouldn't last," Lanny joked, taking a seat of his own before taking a sip from the champagne glass.

"Succeeding is all about trust and compromise," Greta said, taking a sip of her own. "Thanks for working so well with me."

"Well, it helps to be dedicated, committed, foolish workaholics like us," Lanny replied.

"Landing this contract was the most important thing in my life right now," Greta admitted.

"We worked hard to get it," Lanny noted.

Greta sat back in her chair and eyed him. "Where do you see yourself five years from now, Lanny?" She asked.

"Well, hopefully, well up on the totem pole here," he answered. "Today's deal will go a long way toward that."

"I'll probably be gone," Greta predicted.

Lanny looked disappointed. "Why?" He asked.

"Hetzer and Kemp is old school conservative," she said. "They're not going to promote someone like me into senior management."

"Someone like you?" Lanny asked with confusion.

"A progressive woman."

"Well, for now, we make a pretty good team," Lanny said with satisfaction. "We bring complementary skills and perspectives to the table, and we're on the same page when it comes to our ambitions, outlooks, philosophies and workstyle."

"You're positive and encouraging," Greta said with appreciation.

"It helps that we're partners instead of competitors," Lanny said.

"We challenge each other," Greta remarked. "We're both aggressive and confident and we respect each other's tenacity, intelligence and confidence."

"Definitely," Lanny agreed. "That's why we work well together!" He grinned.

"This was a big frigin' deal," Greta grinned. "Fiercely competitive."

"And we did it," Lanny smiled.

"No reason we can't design more projects in diverse residential, hospitality, retail, commercial and institutional design genres," Greta said.

"None at all," Lanny agreed.

"Of course, I doubt I'll ever find the right balance between my personal and work life," Greta pouted.

"Yeah, we both have a problem going off the clock," Lanny admitted.

"We spend more time with each other than we do our significant others," Greta said with embarrassment.

"We should probably get better at segregating our personal life from our work life," Lanny realized.

They killed the bottle talking about the project they landed and when they were done with the bubbly, Greta glanced around to notice that the rest of the office was closed and dark – they were the only ones left in the suite.

"Opps," Greta said. "Another late night. He's going to be pissed."

"Well, to be honest, tonight, I wouldn't have it any other way," Lanny said as he stood. "We did good work and deserve to celebrate."

"Yeah," Greta agreed. "But I should get going."

"Of course," Lanny said. "Me too."

She slowly started walking toward the closed door. Lanny followed. Greta turned and faced him, her face aglow with excitement and glee.

"I haven't felt this tangy in a long time," she said. "I've been waiting for our big break for it seems like forever."

"And now we have it," Lanny said with satisfaction.

"It's like a high."

"Yeah."

"A…..climax," Greta said sheepishly, looking into his face.

Lanny took a step closer. "Has that climax subsided?" He asked with intrigue.

"No," she whispered.

Greta was wearing a short-skirted business suit, and it was easy for Lanny to drop his hand down and hike the skirt up her legs, moving his hand up and pulling her panties away from her waist.

He hesitated for a moment, looking Greta in the eyes and the look she gave him was a desperate plea to continue so he shoved his hand down the inside of her panties and began to rub along her womanhood and private hair. It didn't take Greta long to become wet.

She reached her hand down there and placed it on top of his to help him continually repeat the motion.

"Finger fuck me," Greta requested.

Lanny inserted his finger and that caused her to moan and whimper as he rubbed her pussy back and forth, up and down, and every which way but loose while continuing to pump her with his finger.

Greta was throbbing and she felt wetness dripping down her leg.

"Oh, God, amazing," she managed to say breathlessly as Lanny cupped her entire area and rubbed his palm along her opening. "Don't stop," she pleaded.

His finger was inside her again and he trust it deeply but slowly. She was so wet that it easily slid in and out. Lanny dropped his head down so Greta could moan into his ear, and she pressed herself against the back of the door while he pushed his finger harder and deeper into her.

Finally, Greta exploded in satisfaction, and she screamed out in ecstasy, becoming so rubber-legged that Lanny had to help hold her up.

"That was intense," Greta said when she caught her breath.

"We work well together."

Lanny slid his finger from her insides and let her panties return to its normal position while her skirt dropped back to its respectable length.

"Hold on, I'll walk you out," Lanny told her.

"Yeah, sure, okay," she managed to say.

Greta watched him go to his desk, turn off his computer, gather his knapsack and then return to where she was standing, trying to look dignified while wanting to tackle him to the floor and jump his bones.

Nothing like this had happened between them before. She was living with a guy, and Lanny was dating an associate bank manager. Greta and Lanny had always been professional, yet personable and friendly toward one another in their career pursuits and projects sharing.

Was this moment a spontaneous sharing of happiness and joy over landing the project? Lanny's attempt to bring her complete satisfaction in the moment? Or the start of something different?

He opened the door, and they walked together down the hall, out the door to the office suite, down the hall to the elevator, and then down to the parking garage without speaking to one another, Greta still trying to collect her bearings and trying to figure out what just happened.

She knew she should be ashamed and embarrassed, but she was feeling quite happy, thrilled, and pleasured.

"Well, good night," Lanny said when they reached Greta's car in the underground parking garage. "And congratulations on everything."

"You too," she said with a smile. "Thanks….." Her voice trailed off.

Lanny nodded knowingly, watching as she climbed into the car and drove off.