I first met Brenda when she worked for one of my customers. She was an accountant and was often present when I visited with my contact in the purchasing department. In my first memory of her she was leaning against a filing cabinet listening in on a conversation I was having with one of the buyers. She was wearing pair of blue jeans tight enough to show her perfectly shaped hips. Her butt was pushed against the cabinet and I was impressed that it was nice and soft I wanted grab it. It was then I knew I wanted her.
On a couple of occasions Brenda went with us to lunch but I was never alone with her and never had an opportunity to tell her or show her those feelings. Of course I was married and that would have hindered any aggressive pursuit.
Once I visited her at her home to complete an item of business for her company. It was a hot summer afternoon; she was wearing a pair of cut off blue jeans and a tiny halter top. I really had a hard time keeping my mind on business as I kept think of how much I wanted to slip off those shorts. Her legs were smooth and lightly tanned and I really wanted to be between them.
As time went on Brenda left her position with my customer. I never was told if she left voluntarily or if she was laid off and to my surprise she called me one day asking if I knew of anything happening in the business that might lead to a position for her. I could think of a few positions I’d like to see her in but this was not the time for it, and I did happen to know that one of my customers was looking for a cost accountant. She applied, had an interview and was hired for the job. She called and thanked me profusely and told me she owed me a favor.
We kept in touch and a couple of years later she was again looking for a job and I let her use my computer and laser printer to do her resume. She came to my office several afternoons after my secretary was finished for the day and worked on her resume. We would talk at some length about one thing and another.
During one conversation we talked about sleeping attire and she told me she never wears pajamas. I knew as well as the next guy that this was my chance to say something sexy or suggestive but I wasn’t able to find the right words to tell her I was attracted to her. In addition I was, and still am, married. We married guys just naturally are more cautious about that. We just have to be real certain an advance is wanted.
During that six month period that she was job hunting we sort of sparred around and the most physical thing that happened was I gave her a neck massage.
Funny how that came about – About 5 PM I came out of my office as Brenda was finishing typing in my secretary’s office. I noticed she was stretching her neck as if to relieve stiffness and, when I commented she said that she had slept in a different position the night before. Remembering she sleeps nude the thought of her in bed produced certain stiffness in me which I kept concealed by turning away. Anyway I offered to massage her neck and she accepted.
I had Brenda face the window sitting on a stool with a low back. I massaged her neck and her upper arms and while my fingers were at the front of her neck she straightened her back lifting her head and her breasts higher. She was wearing a light colored blouse and, as I kneaded the muscles of her neck she would lean forward and I could see the tops of her breasts. I let my fingers slide just a little below her neck and almost cupped them but “chickened out” as the last second. I wondered if she was encouraging me to massage her breasts by rising up as she did.
Maybe I’m a little dense but I prefer to call it cautious. No question, though, that she could feel my erection pressing against her back. I wasn’t THAT cautious.
It was becoming late in the afternoon and I was expected home so that opportunity ended without my taking it any further.
The next day my secretary took off all afternoon and, about 1 o’clock Brenda came to “work a while”. She was wearing a black pant suit with a light blouse underneath the jacket. Her bra was flesh colored and I imagined I was seeing her boobs. I had had no sex for the past few days and was really charged up and really had trouble keeping my distance.
After working about 20 minutes she stood, picked up her jacket and turned toward the door. I came over to walk her to the door and lay my hand against her back. She slipped closer to me and my hand moved around her just like it had a mind of its own. At this point there was no space between us and she lifted her head looking me in the eye. Our lips were only a couple inches apart and suddenly we were kissing – softly at first then more urgently. Her lips parted and I slipped my tongue into her mouth and started to explore. I touched the tip of her tongue and we did a tongue dance with each of us exploring the inside of the others mouth for a few minutes.
I bent my knees slightly and my hard-on fit perfectly against her pussy. We continued our French kissing as our hips ground together. When we took a brief pause I suggested she “stay a while.” She said “why don’t you come home with me for a while”.
I knew her house was only about 10 minutes from my office so I agreed and we drove there in her car. We held hands and cast nervous glances at each other while she drove and the tension was thick and exciting.
When we walked into her house she locked the door and I pulled her to me. My cock, already hard as a rock, again pressed into the vee of her legs and she was pressing back. It felt almost as if I going to enter her through our clothing. I almost lost it right there in her living room and I knew I would not last long. I began to unbutton her top and unhooked her bra. She is small, probably about a “b” cup, but as I removed her bra I saw she had an areola about the size of a half dollar.