This is a story about a bet resulting form a near platonic office romance. Somehow the loser ends up feeling like a winner anyway when he pays his debt.
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Jim knew should never have agreed to this bet. Yes, he had lost fair and scare and he never reneged on a promise. But now here he was, sitting on a chair in her living room, blindfolded! Who knew what was going to happen next because there was nobody else home. Even her husband was away visiting his mother in Ottawa with their two kids.
When she opened the door after he rang the bell he was struck immediately by her traditional but somewhat scantily looking outfit. Her midriff was bare and there was ample cleavage showing in a loose top that was tied just under her chest. The top had tassels on its sleeves that ended just below her elbows in lace fringes. She also wore a beautiful long necklace and a white silk scarf that highlighted her lovely golden- brown skin. Her colorful skirt was short and loose showing off her long slender legs.
She gave him a big smile and a hug with the words "Assume you are here to pay up Jim!"
All he could do was nod while he gave her his coat and jacket and then took off his shoes as requested. Preceding him into the house he could not help but admire her tight ass that moved so lovely over those long legs. She was barefoot with only a thin golden bracelet on her left ankle.
It had been a silly challenge between the two of them at the office party. He had been so sure he would win. The gleam in her dark brown eyes had made him daring, helped by a few too many drinks. They both had promised with a laugh and giggle that the looser would have to do whatever the winner wanted for a few hours. It would happen in private and no humiliation or pain was allowed. They had joked about doing dishes, cleaning the house, or writing a difficult report.
In retrospect he had to admit that at that time he had very different ideas in mind, but he lost. The upside of the arrangement was that if he made it through without saying "stop, no more" she would do the same for him. And that would likely temper whatever she made him do.
Arriving in the living room she told him to sit down in a large straight-backed chair with leather cushions.
"I'll blindfold you now. Just don't move and follow all my instructions. Ok?"
"What are you going to do?"
She head a naughty gleam in her gorgeous large brown eyes, he noticed. Her luscious raven black hair was tied back in a ponytail making her cheek bones more pronounced. She smiled seductively when she pulled a silken blindfold from somewhere from her colorful skirt. The smile made her mouth very inviting and her teeth looked extra white against her golden-brown skin and full dark-red lips.
"Trust me, you will like it."
And with that she slipped the blindfold over his eyes and left the room. His last glimpse of her had been a peek down her blouse when she bent over him to put the blindfold on. She had lovely breasts in spite of having two children. When his gaze followed their shape he realised they were loose inside the blouse, that that there was no bra. He almost saw her nipples, but not quite, as the cloth was pulled over his eyes and the view disappeared.
His heart jumped in his chest and his mind spun with wild thoughts for a while but as the minutes went by he calmed down. Being blindfolded heightened his other senses, he could still smell the traces of her perfume mixed with a hint of tea tree oil.
In in his minds eye he could conjure up her image almost at will. She was a gorgeous creature, early thirties, petite, jet black hair, large glowing brown eyes with a mischievous glint, lovely light brown skin, and legs that made your heart skip a beat. He hoped she would come back without a bra.
There had been a chemistry between them right from the start. She liked his jokes and listened to his stories over coffee or lunch breaks at the office. She had twirled a few times for him when she walked into his office, behind the door so nobody could see. When her loose skirt had risen high up her thighs it had given him an instant painful erection.
Her background fascinated him, India was a county of many great stories, and lovely women. She was a woman with ambition and was an expert on office gossip. On the odd occasions their hands or bodies had touched, first by coincidence and later sometimes on purpose, it had always been electrifying. Standing or sitting close to her always made his heartbeat faster as if their auras touched and sparked. Although neither really wanted to complicate their lives they both had become aware of their strong mutual attraction. Somehow they both knew how to get the other person's attention even in a crowded office. The few times they went for a walk during lunchtime it had taken effort to not end up holding hands.
Only once had she allowed him an intimate touch. It happened when they were reviewing a test report she had brought into his office. As she stood beside him while he sat at his desk he had dropped his hand as if by accident and touched the back of her knee. When there was no reaction he had made the touch deliberate. Her reaction had been to move ever so slightly closer to him.
While both pretended to read the report, you never knew who would walk by the open door, he had started to move his hand up and down and more to the inside of her leg. A quick glance at her face showed him a slight smile followed by a quick nod, while she kept discussing the report as if nothing was happening.
Slowly rubbing her soft skin he moved is hand up higher and higher to where the skin was really soft and sweet. The only tell had been the color on her face and the lower timbre of her voice. There was also a sharp intake of breath when he moved his hand back and forth just under her core. Her leg had started to vibrate a bit when his hand reached so high it could go no further, where the fabric of her panties was damp, quite damp. When he slid his index finger into her slit and rubbed it back and forth she had to lean on him to catch her breath.
"Oh, you make me so wet" she murmured into his ear as she bent a bit forward, her leg vibrating faster.
"Close the door and come and sit on my lap" he whispered.
But right then his boss walked by yelling "Urgent meeting in the boardroom, right now!"
And that had been three weeks ago. They both had been more careful and kept a bit of distance, acknowledging that they were playing with fire. Until the party. And now here he was, at her house, in her living room, sitting on a comfortable chair, blindfolded.
She had left about 10 minutes ago, keeping him waiting with anticipation. Soft music was playing, while he wondered what was going to happen. Would she make him do the dishes, and cut the grass, or kiss him and ravish him? Or something completely weird, like paint his body?
