He was making the rounds of the office Christmas party attending to the needs of the employees. He was not the senior person present but he was the unofficial host since he had put the gathering together. He found Susan retrieving her mid-thigh length rabbit fur jacket from the coat closet.
"Hey Susan! Are you leaving? Is there anything I can do for you?"
Susan did not work for him but they consulted often. She was an absolute wiz at her job, so much so that the corporation had flown her around to all of its offices to train her counterparts. She was also the motivation for numerous bulges in the pants of men who visited the office. It had been the same for those who had to work around Susan everyday, but they had gotten over it. She was so blasted sharp and efficient that one could not forget but at least get used to her raw sex appeal.
Susan was cute rather than beautiful. Her innate eroticism came as much from the way she carried her self---her style---rather than simply from her physical attributes. She certainly had a body that turned heads. She wore no makeup and had a full head of light brown curls that probably had never felt a curling iron. He had overheard her telling some other women in the break room that she washed it every day and just let it dry. Wide set brown eyes and a slightly turned up nose completed the picture above the neck. She had a wicked little smile---almost lascivious---but eminently playful---if she liked you or if your actions pleased her.
Tonight she was wearing a teal blue silk evening dress cut just above the knees. Her heels would have been beyond the limit of graceful balance for most women, easily adding several inches to her height and giving her an almost statuesque appearance. The pumps perfectly tightened her exceptional calves making an already long legged woman appear more so. Her small, firm breasts were sensually caressed by the fine silk brocade. The understated turquoise jewelry was in perfect harmony. Sadly, the sumptuous fur she had just donned in preparation for the harsh New England winter winds concealed her most charming asset.
In his opinion---and in the opinion of ever man who had ever seen her—Susan had a behind to die for. It was reminiscent of the old joke, "You hate to see her leave but you love to watch her go". Standing still it was a great butt. When she purposefully perambulated around the office in the efficient performance of her duties it became something more as her sumptuous young thighs and muscular young hips worked in perfect sync.
While Susan's physical attributes and sassy manner spoke of sex and often prompted regrettably suggestive comments from the men she encountered, no one that he was aware of had ever tapped her treasures. She could deflate a rising boner with parsimonious verbiage. Make a pass and expect a put down. It will be quick, sharp and just a little painful. Most men learned not to try that tact on a second occasion.
He had never made a pass or suggestive comment. He was as obsessed with this young woman as any other man but he always kept it under wraps. They had become friends---work friends. He treated her respectfully just as he treated everyone else in the office---particularly the attractive young women like Susan. She had over time found more excuses to consult with him. She would often stop by his office to chat about some upcoming project. He doubted that she really needed his input or assistance. He had become very happy that she had chosen to request it. Five minutes chatting with Susan put a smile on the entire day, no matter how rotten it had been or might become.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" He had asked. She had responded immediately.
"Bill, if your little wife wasn't here I could come up with several suggestions."
This was completely uncharted territory. Her response had hit him like a Mack truck. It wasn't a subtle pass, it was a clearly expressed invitation. Had she had a couple of drinks and said something she would regret Monday morning? He was close enough to her to note no smell of booze on her breath. He drink glass appeared to be filled with soda. He recovered his senses and decided to respond in kind.
"Susan, let's get hypothetical for a moment. If my annoying little wife suddenly disappeared, what sort of actions would you pursue?"
Quickly glancing around to ensure that they were alone in the cloak room, Susan moved in quickly, kissing his lips and probing his mouth with her talented tongue. Still holding her drink in one hand, she allowed the other hand to drop to his groin and softly stroked his now engorged organ.
"Do you really want me to tell you, or would rather just let your imagination run wild?" Susan replied, ending the kiss and stepping back to a respectable distance before others entered the room.
"My imagination is already racing; why don't you fill in the blanks for me."
Susan moved to his side so that she could speak into his ear at a level that only he would be able to hear. Anyone passing them, knowing that both had virtuous reputations as it applied to office romance might have assumed they were simply talking about work things. Susan's words brought him to the verge of delirium.
"I like to begin by sucking my man's cock. It relieves the tension and ensures that he'll be able to do himself proud later on. Your cock felt very nice---hard, long and fat---the way I like 'em. Is your little wifey a good cock sucker? She couldn't be as good as I am. I'm the best there is."
"No Susan, in ten years of marriage she has yet to give a decent blow job. I supposed you'd expect me to return the oral favor?" He said, getting into the lewd exchange.
"If you didn't I'd kick your ass out. Do you like eating pussy, Bill? Do you think you could service my wet little quim to my satisfaction?"
"I've received good reviews in that area over the years. And yes, I'd love to make you cum with my mouth."
"So Bill, what happens then? Assuming a nice long tongue bath of my hard little clit, I'm hoping you'd be ready for the next event."
"Your ass, baby. I really want to kiss your ass."
