Chapter 3: Toys R Us
That night, with his wife sleeping heavily beside him, the angular lines of her back turned towards him barely visible in the dark, John mulled over the day's events... How had they come so far so fast? His mind raced, exhilarated by the possibilities of the future stretching out before him like a long desert highway in his mind's eye.
Stirring beside him, his wife mumbled in her sleep and then settled more deeply into her pillow. His eyes studied her rigid form; she always managed to avoid touching him accidentally, even while asleep. She had begun existing in her own world years earlier, her heart and soul seemed devoted to her career and he felt he was little more than a roommate to her. Still, vague feelings of guilt stirred in him and he uneasily wondered how he would feel the next time she was interested in being intimate. An ironic smile flitted across his face when he realized that might be weeks, perhaps months from now. Rolling to his other side, he finally drifted off to sleep, content in the knowledge he would see Laura in the morning.
Across town, Laura sat at her bedroom window staring out into the moonlit night. Remembering how she had practically sleepwalked her way through dressing and driving home, she sat smiling dreamily in the dark. Yes, she had blindly leaped into the fulfillment of a long hidden fantasy, but... he was her boss, and a married man to boot. Sighing, she returned to her bed, her excitement tempered by her misgivings... but only a little bit.
Morning found John at his desk earlier than usual, alternately watching the clock and the door. Finally, he heard the sound of her car turning into the driveway, her heels clicking on the sidewalk, and then her smiling face brightened his world.
She dropped her things on her desk and stood leaning against his doorway. "Good morning, Sir" she greeted him.
He took a moment to admire her choice of apparel for the day, a calf length black suede skirt and a long red tunic top with a deeply cut v-neck.
"How are you?" he blurted out, feeling a touch of nerves.
"May I speak with you honestly, Sir?"
"I hope you always will... of course... please come in."
She startled him by kneeling on the floor by his chair. Looking up at him, she began to speak quietly, but with conviction.
"I feel that I should give you the opportunity to back out of our arrangement. Perhaps yesterday was just a passing thing, one of those "good idea at the time" kinda things. If you have regrets now, please tell me and we will return to the working relationship we had before."
He reached for her hand and found it was trembling. "Is that what YOU want?"
"Only if it would please you," she replied. "I am nervous, yes, and a little guilty, but yesterday I felt as if I'd been reborn into the life for which I was meant."
John sighed in relief. "No, my pet, I do not wish to abandon our adventure; it is only just beginning."
He pulled her up into his lap, holding her close and smoothing her hair back from her face, he pulled her head onto his shoulder. "We have much to teach each other and I for one am looking forward to broadening my education" he chuckled softly.
After a slow sweet melting kiss, he pushed her up to stand between his widespread legs. Slowly, tantalizingly, he ran the palms of both hands up her legs, under her skirt until he confirmed she had obeyed him and was bareassed under her skirt. His fingers roamed over the soft skin and he tickled the crack of her ass as she blushed a deep red.
"You have your knees together, love" he admonished her with an assumed sternness.
Immediately she placed her feet shoulder width apart and just as quickly his right hand took possession of her, squeezing the already puffy lips together until her juices flowed out.
"I needed a taste to go with my morning coffee" he said as he licked his fingertips. An involuntary shudder ran through her body as she watched. "While I am running a few errands, you will work as usual but do not tuck your skirt under you while you're sitting at your desk. Be sure that nothing is between your bare skin and the chair seat, understood?"
He watched as she gracefully flipped her skirt while seating herself to keep it from settling under her. Gathering up his car keys, he stopped at her desk to lean down and nuzzle her neck. "I'm so very glad you're not quitting on me."
Laura once again favored him with that dazzling smile he had come to love and nodded. "Be careful, Sir. I will be here working until your return."
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It was nearly lunchtime when John got back to the office. As he was loaded down with several large bags and a basket, Laura hurried to relieve him of a few of his burdens. She howled as the vinyl seat of her chair removed a layer of tender skin from her ass which made John grin wickedly at her.
"Do-it-yourself masochism, my dear?"
She grinned back up at him. "Serves me right for sitting still so long, my ass is on fire now but it was all pain and no pleasure!"
Laura took the basket from John and examined it. About the size of a large picnic basket, it had a lid that closed by a combination lock style clasp. She found it was already locked and could not open it.
"I have already set the combination, pet. It is '6969'" he said, chuckling again...
She laughed in response and quickly had the basket open on her desk. It was beautifully lined in pink satin but completely empty.
