By the time Alex Thorndyke was 33 he had finished in the top of his class in law school, served as an advisor to the governors of three states, convicted a notorious serial killer, published an historical novel set in Washington DC during the McCarthy era and sold the movie rights of that same novel for a cool three million dollars. But he had never been in love and had slept with only one woman.
Her name was Elizabeth, a blind date which he agreed to only because it was set up by his boss's wife. He was 26 years old when they had six dates and three sexual encounters. Elizabeth was an attractive woman with a pretty round face, large green eyes, and auburn hair which she cut short in an unbecoming fashion that made her round cheeks look chubbier than they really were. Her body was nonetheless inviting-- breasts not large but beautifully shaped, a flat, muscled midriff and thighs which were firm from years of practicing yoga. But she used none of her physical assets to any great advantage in the bedroom and Alex found himself disappointed by all three experiences.
"This is what all the fuss is about?" he asked himself. He still occasionally found himself masturbating to the mental image of her large, puffy nipples, the smell of her perfume, and the wet, soft cushion that greeted his penis when he penetrated her. Nonetheless, he could muster no emotional attachment to her and found masturbation almost as pleasurable as the flesh and blood encounters--and much more economical.
With his schedule, sex was simply not an issue; it was, in fact, more of an annoyance than anything else. There were plenty of worlds left to conquer and Alex's accomplishments spoke of his ability to get the job done and get it done well.
If he found himself aroused by the sight of a beautiful woman, braless, her erect nipples a secret to no one; or if his secretary, Shauna, absent-mindedly ate a Klondike bar, to which she was addicted, in that peculiar way that took forever, inevitably leading to a stream of melting vanilla ice cream on her lips and chin, a quick trip to his private washroom would remove the distraction and he could once again focus on his work. Never really knowing what he was missing, Alex was content.
Lisa would change all that.
Lisa was Shauna's younger sister and though Shauna had worked for Alex for over three years, Lisa's very existence was unknown to him. It was a fluke that Alex was even in the hallway when Lisa walked into the office that day but Shauna had retreated to the ladies' room and he needed the recently delivered updates on the Turner file immediately.
He had been restless in recent weeks anyway and though he rarely ventured from his office--people came to him--he had found himself looking for opportunities to take short walks, even if it was only to the water fountain. Still, Alex might not have noticed Lisa at all had it not been for that button--that one undone pearl button.
Her silk blouse hung open and the top of her large breasts peeked out as she leaned over to sign herself in at the receptionist's desk. Lisa had walked to the ninth floor, a habit, as she would later reveal to Alex, that she picked up in high school; she was 'the fat sister' and had worked assiduously to shed pounds. Though she clearly had no weight problem now, Lisa simply enjoyed the daily challenge of remaining fit.
At the moment, she was perspiring and while Alex had always found perspiration so unappealing in other women, Lisa glistened as if a special light shone from beneath her unblemished skin and Alex felt a pleasurable thrill surge through his entire body.
It was at that moment that Lisa dropped her purse, spilling its contents onto the marble floor of the foyer. Alex, like a schoolboy in love, leapt into action, scooping up the contents of the purse and placing them gently back inside the purse.
Among the items that spilled onto the floor was a tube of lipstick. For a fleeting moment, Alex had a sudden, indefinable urge to slide it into his pocket. He glanced Lisa's way momentarily, his eyes drawn to Lisa's open blouse and an even better view of her cleavage. Suddenly self-conscious, she turned away slightly and buttoned up. He dropped the lipstick into his suit coat pocket.
Lisa stood and Alex tried to but by this time, and much to his surprise, his penis had achieved a full and particularly stiff erection. Standing up would surely reveal this embarrassing fact.
"Thank you so much," said Lisa, as she stood.
"No problem, no problem," muttered the still kneeling Alex in a choked voice.
"Are you all right?" asked Lisa, reaching a hand down to help him up.
"Just a leg cramp," he said. Her hand brushed lightly against his face and, for the first time, he felt her silky skin on his. The smell of hand cream mixed with her perfume and yet another smell that Alex vaguely remembered from his encounters with Elizabeth--it was the smell of sex and Alex actually became light-headed for a brief moment. He put his hand out to steady himself and sat back on the cold floor.
"I just need to sit for a moment," he said, not daring to look up at her.
"You sure you're OK?" she asked in her smoky voice.
He nodded.
"You need some water, Mr. Thorndyke?" honked the whiny receptionist.
"No," he said, embarrassed. "I'm fine."
"Oh, you're Alex Thorndyke. My sister works for you."
"Your sister?"
"Shauna."
He looked up at her.
"Shauna has a sister?"
"Lisa!" It was Shauna calling from down the hall. Lisa screamed and ran into her sister's embrace. The phone rang at the same time, distracting the receptionist and Alex took the opportunity to get to his feet, being sure to shield his erotic salutation. He wanted to go to his private washroom but to get there he had to run a gauntlet of secretaries and office workers. The associates' public washroom was only two doors away so he crept in as surreptitiously as possible.
The washroom was empty, thank God. Alex ducked quickly into an empty stall, shut it and stood breathless with his back against the door. He unzipped and started to stroke his penis feverishly when two young associates walked in. Afraid that an orgasm now would give him away, he stopped stroking and clasped his penis tightly, hoping to keep the explosion at bay.
"Gwen, that whore. It's like she's asking for it," said one of the associates. "The way she crosses her legs every 30 seconds."
"And could she wrap those skirts around her ass any tighter? Jesus," mused the other.
"Gwen's got a great ass, though."
"Fabulous."
"Outstanding."
"I'd like to stick my tongue in there, just once."
"Perv."
"Come on, don't tell me you wouldn't like to--"
"Hey," the friend interrupted, "I just said you were a perv. I never said I wasn't."
They both laughed raucously at this rudimentary excuse for wit and Alex suddenly envisioned himself in the boys' room between classes in high school. One of the men lit up a cigarette and the illusion was complete.
"Did you stick your tongue in Shauna's ass?"
"Shauna? My Shauna?" thought Alex.
"No," answered the associate. "But she stuck hers in mine."
The image of Shauna's pretty face pressed against this young man's buttocks, her tongue reaching hungrily into his...well, it was more than he could stand and instead of holding his inflexible penis tight now, Alex found himself slowly running his hand lightly up and down the shaft.
"She did not!" cracked the other, clearly envious, associate.
"She was amazing. Unzipped me on the drive back from the restaurant and blew me right there on the Ninth Street Bridge, stuck in traffic next to a mini-van full of cub scouts."
"Goddamn!"
"My Shauna? My innocent, shy little Shauna who brings her lunch to work every day, wrapped in foil and sealed in Tupperware?"
"You shoulda seen her pretty mouth, those luscious lips covered with my juice. Ah, man!"
