Incident At Work

Someone once said “Delicacy…it’s an Art.” I don’t know who. I don’t know where I heard it at. But I do believe it is true. I’m there each and every day, almost, dying to see Jennifer if at all possible. Does she know it? I don’t know. I shrug my shoulders, wondering. Do I care if she knows it? Not one damn bit.

Walking in, I walk down the corridor. Past Ryan’s, past Dauphine’s, past all the cubicles, and as I get closer I listen for her voice. I close my eyes. I try and smell her from a distance. Of course, I didn’t, but that was okay. I could hear my stepmother. I heard her soft, beautiful voice two doors down. She was speaking to someone. I slowed. My dreams wanted her. I wanted her. I’m 26 now. She’s 37. My father, he’s 48. Let me put it this way. He’s in very good shape. How and why and…well how and why she wanted to hook up with him I do not know, but maybe I’m the lucky one here.

“Hiiiiiiii Jennifer” I called out as I played like I was whizzing past her office to mine. I immediately slowed down, thinking why is she all dressed up? As if she’s going out on a hot, hot date. Can I slow down? Can I step backward? Can I turn and look her over, her body, her breasts…her beauty…all over? Can I? No, and I shook my head no, no I can’t. “You look great again, Jennifer” I said aloud as I headed towards my office. I heard a thank you from her as I turned in to it. I went to work.

25 minutes later I heard a knock. Before I even said to come in, she walked in. Bright smile and white teeth gleaming from within her She was wearing a blazer, but beneath it was a tight looking knit top and her skirt…well her skirt wasn’t necessarily tight, but it formed around her long legs and thighs perfectly. Her medium long hair was dashing. Man did I want to be in bed with her. Medium powerful tits. Round, not small, but not big either. They seemed they knew where they wanted to be and that was in my mouth. She held herself, flawlessly. She stood graciously, in a flirtatious manner, but a motherly one too.

I gawked and gazed upon it, upon her as if she knew I’d do it, and Jennifer walked towards me as I did. She did it as if she was about to say “You want me. Don’t you. It’s alright to want me. Many men do. How do you think I became your stepmother?” I shrugged. I didn’t know. “It’s easy, but the answer lies somewhere with being a woman.”

“Really” I said.

She came closer. She said yes. She looked up and into my eyes. For some reason, I felt myself melting inside. God, this woman is hot I could hear my mind telling me. She knew. She knew I wanted under her top. She knew I’d love to go under her skirt. She knew I wanted inside her panties. She knew I wanted her as badly as she wanted me. But she could control her expressions. She seemed to be able to control her looks as her eyes scanned mine. I badly needed to be inside her and eating this slightly older woman out and doing all of her physically, if at all possible. She came around my desk. I could smell her essence now and for a moment I closed my eyes. My heart suddenly beat faster. At that exact moment I wanted to reach out and feel her body through her clothing.

I wanted to feel all of her. I wanted to feel her firmness. I wanted to feel her breasts shoved into and against me as her stomach and her hips made their way up following them. I wanted to turn and unload the clothes off her frame, dropping them to the floor. Only so two individuals could do what it is two people do to one another when they are physically attracted to the other. As she came around my back she walked so closely around my back that it made me look at the door. It was almost all the way closed, but not shut. So it wasn’t locked in any way. Someone could walk in on us at any moment. Her hands were on my shoulders. Oh god. I felt like laying my head back and as I did I wished it would rest against them. And I felt like doing one more thing. I felt like pulling her over, cradling her in my arms, and telling her that we should do this soon…real soon.

“I should go now.”

That’s what she told me as she straightened her clothes and hair. I shook my head and blinked my eyes. “What?” I asked in a shocked tone. “What do you mean…‘you should go now’?” She leaned over, leaned down. I saw the tips of her boobs coming towards me. Oh shit, I want those…badly. I want you, horribly. I looked up and at her. She was smiling, nodding her head. “Come by this afternoon… That is you don’t have business?”

And she turned and walked out. I barely could focus on my work. I called her cell. She was still at the office. Where was my dad? Why hadn’t she gone to their home? Was she still working or had she gone shopping? Who the hell knew? Carrying papers here and there, once in a while I’d see visions of her, naked or almost naked. My mind would not let me see her nipples. Damn. Or for that matter I never saw her ass cheeks either. Damn. So I looked at my watch or the computer’s clock and did the day go slow or what? I got emails or text from friends saying let’s go out, do something…you know that story. Anyway, I waited. No, she was going to be with my dad and their friends and as I began to text the friends back about doing something- bar hopping, I received a voice mail.

Jennifer called and left a message. “751 Rambo Road, 7:45 in the evening. Be there or be square.” Or be square, I thought. That’s a little odd, but it was from my stepmother. Yes, my stepmother. Nothing else but that. And get this 751 Rambo Road is our company’s address. Whoa. Yes, whoa and a double whoa. My heart beat faster. I watched and watched and I watched that damn clock, but it didn’t move faster. This was a screwed up deal. Why can’t the day move faster when you wish it? Well, suddenly at 2:45 it did. And before I knew it, it was 5:25. Everyone, but her and I were gone. Dad left early for some fishing trip with his group of friends. Me, myself, and…and Jennifer. Alone with nothing to do. Hey, I’ve got an idea I told myself, and I smiled. I smiled big. I left and I went shopping, forgetting things left and right. I didn’t care. Guess why?

I went home, put the stuff away, and showered, twice. I looked good. I smelled cleaner then clean. I went and got the car washed. I packaged up another useless bottle of good wine. She had so many, mine simply added to the multitude she already had. Oh what the hell. What’s one more, right? 7:30 and I arrived at work again. She wasn’t there, yet. Morris was, our security guard, and I told him “Take a few off. I’ll call you, okay?” He said okay, sir. “And come on… Don’t call me sir.” He said okay sir.

I heard clicks. The door unlocked and then locked again. Shades were drawn. I heard them. My legs were up on the desk. My hands were up behind my head. I was as comfortable as it could be. Man I never did that here, but this was a new adventure, right? Yes, I thought it was. I heard her walking down the corridor. Nice strides in her walk. Slow, elegant strides in two nicely shaped legs and she wasn’t tall, but looked tall only because she wore a slightly shorter skirt. But even in slacks, she looked tall.

Oh god, down on your knees woman…down on your knees. Suck it! Play with it! Let me see that long delicious tongue tease my long, lanky cock. And make me hard. Make me horny, I had told myself. But as I did, I was becoming horny. I was becoming hard. I lowered my hand and adjusted it. I had to. It was in an uncomfortable position once it was hard.

She saw the low lighting and before entering she said “Good Evening Thomas.”

I said good evening back to her. And as she rounded the corner, as she strolled in I couldn’t believe how she looked. She showered and changed as well and the top she had on along with the jeans and some blazer she was wearing had me “wanting” to fall out of my chair. She saw the look on me as she took a chair.

“Here

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