Classic Porn Situation, Real World
Confessed by Dragon at 2:51 PM
My client is a little older, I think early 40s, and in good shape. She's attractive, always chipper and frequently very touchy-feely as we work side by side at her desk. As a matter of course when making a point she will put her hand on mine, or on my shoulder, or my leg. I enjoy the friendly contact.
She's a single mother of teens, a professional who is doing well and obviously very independent. I often wonder what she does for fun, and I suspect that it's a little wild, whatever it is. She's just free enough, loud enough, and southern enough that there's a touch of biker chick in there, possibly left over from younger days.
I've been in to see her on days when she was expecting me and days on which she was not, and the anecdotal evidence suggests that she dresses up for me, frequently with short skirts. I feel free to analyze her legs and the rest of her body, in hindsight I wonder if I'm disciplined enough about my roaming gaze to keep her from realizing that I'm doing it. I suspect that she does notice, maybe she wears sexier clothes because she knows I'm appreciative.
Walking into her office this morning was like walking onto a classic porn setup. Even before I got to her doorway she heard me walking down the hall and called out to me. I turned the corner and we smiled at each other and exchanged hellos. I noticed right away that her blonde hair was wilder today than on most days... splayed all around her shoulders, it was the kind of styling that wouldn't have changed much if it had to endure a quick lunchtime tryst in the Microtel next door. She was wearing a dark pinstriped suitcoat on top of a classic white blouse, unbuttoned enough to be sexy but not enough to arouse attention at the office.
And that's when she stood up and came around the desk. Matching dark pinstripe miniskirt. It was up above the knees enough that later on when she sat facing me it would have taken nothing at all for her to grant me a view. It was enough to arouse attention at the office. As she walked past me I graced her with a soft "you look fine today." "Thank you," she said, in a tone so nonchalant that she either missed the significance of what I was saying or had expected nothing less.
Of course on the porn set we would have had about 30 seconds of awkward conversation before she was on her way to her knees to swallow my rod. You can just see this happening, can't you? Well, it didn't of course, but the setup was just so cliche.
As we sat down to talk business, her colleague joined us at the table, sitting between us. At one point during our discuss my client puts her hand on mine, right in front of this third. I was moving a mouse around and she wanted me to hold for a moment. I didn't think much of it beyond enjoying the moment of her soft, cool skin on mine. But the third was shocked: "Get your hand off of his, that was so inappropriate!" My client quickly retracted and we chuckled about it, she said "I was just getting him to stop the mouse," but the third said "yeah, but then you lingered!" I suggested that we all hold hands and sing Kumbaya to break the tension, but the third just scoffed and shook her head.
It was so funny to me. The accusation only encouraged my interest in the prospect, and I spent the rest of the meeting doing what I usually do when I'm there; wondering if my client would be receptive to a sexual proposal, and just how that would go:
Me: (suggestively) "...You're a very attractive woman, and I get the feeling that under this corporate exterior is a woman who likes to have a lot of fun. Am I right?"
Her: (surprised, nervously) "Wow thank you, and yes, I do have my wild side."
Me: (curious) "Would you like to get together outside of the office sometime and get a little wild?"
Her: (in shock and disappointment) "I've thought about that since the day you showed up, but you're married... "
Me: (wry smile) "Well yes, and my wife will want to have sex with you too, of course."
Her jaw drops.
From there I imagine her to be suddenly filled with the excitement of such a proposal, mind reeling at the breach of societal norm, skin tingling at the sheer erotic possibility, heart glowing. I just sit and drink it in, reveling in being able to make such a suggestion and still be faithful to the woman I love.
In the daydream, I never bother with the logistics that would follow, I have never even bothered with the end fantasy of the three of us together. It's the conversion that excites me, the possibilities of making that kind of proposal, and so from there I replay the scene again from the beginning.
She's a single mother of teens, a professional who is doing well and obviously very independent. I often wonder what she does for fun, and I suspect that it's a little wild, whatever it is. She's just free enough, loud enough, and southern enough that there's a touch of biker chick in there, possibly left over from younger days.
I've been in to see her on days when she was expecting me and days on which she was not, and the anecdotal evidence suggests that she dresses up for me, frequently with short skirts. I feel free to analyze her legs and the rest of her body, in hindsight I wonder if I'm disciplined enough about my roaming gaze to keep her from realizing that I'm doing it. I suspect that she does notice, maybe she wears sexier clothes because she knows I'm appreciative.
Walking into her office this morning was like walking onto a classic porn setup. Even before I got to her doorway she heard me walking down the hall and called out to me. I turned the corner and we smiled at each other and exchanged hellos. I noticed right away that her blonde hair was wilder today than on most days... splayed all around her shoulders, it was the kind of styling that wouldn't have changed much if it had to endure a quick lunchtime tryst in the Microtel next door. She was wearing a dark pinstriped suitcoat on top of a classic white blouse, unbuttoned enough to be sexy but not enough to arouse attention at the office.
And that's when she stood up and came around the desk. Matching dark pinstripe miniskirt. It was up above the knees enough that later on when she sat facing me it would have taken nothing at all for her to grant me a view. It was enough to arouse attention at the office. As she walked past me I graced her with a soft "you look fine today." "Thank you," she said, in a tone so nonchalant that she either missed the significance of what I was saying or had expected nothing less.
Of course on the porn set we would have had about 30 seconds of awkward conversation before she was on her way to her knees to swallow my rod. You can just see this happening, can't you? Well, it didn't of course, but the setup was just so cliche.
As we sat down to talk business, her colleague joined us at the table, sitting between us. At one point during our discuss my client puts her hand on mine, right in front of this third. I was moving a mouse around and she wanted me to hold for a moment. I didn't think much of it beyond enjoying the moment of her soft, cool skin on mine. But the third was shocked: "Get your hand off of his, that was so inappropriate!" My client quickly retracted and we chuckled about it, she said "I was just getting him to stop the mouse," but the third said "yeah, but then you lingered!" I suggested that we all hold hands and sing Kumbaya to break the tension, but the third just scoffed and shook her head.
It was so funny to me. The accusation only encouraged my interest in the prospect, and I spent the rest of the meeting doing what I usually do when I'm there; wondering if my client would be receptive to a sexual proposal, and just how that would go:
Me: (suggestively) "...You're a very attractive woman, and I get the feeling that under this corporate exterior is a woman who likes to have a lot of fun. Am I right?"
Her: (surprised, nervously) "Wow thank you, and yes, I do have my wild side."
Me: (curious) "Would you like to get together outside of the office sometime and get a little wild?"
Her: (in shock and disappointment) "I've thought about that since the day you showed up, but you're married... "
Me: (wry smile) "Well yes, and my wife will want to have sex with you too, of course."
Her jaw drops.
From there I imagine her to be suddenly filled with the excitement of such a proposal, mind reeling at the breach of societal norm, skin tingling at the sheer erotic possibility, heart glowing. I just sit and drink it in, reveling in being able to make such a suggestion and still be faithful to the woman I love.
In the daydream, I never bother with the logistics that would follow, I have never even bothered with the end fantasy of the three of us together. It's the conversion that excites me, the possibilities of making that kind of proposal, and so from there I replay the scene again from the beginning.
2 Comments:
Ahhhh...office fantasies. They are so much fun. I have this co-worker who is smoking hot. We shamelessly/harmlessly flirt during lunch, but I doubt anything will ever come of it. It is a shame too, because Mrs. Hip Swingster finds her hot too. Oh well. That is why they are called fantasies, I guess.
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