Karla and Jack managed to make the next day at work as free from awkwardness as possible. Karla had plenty of emails to check through and other matters to catch up with, meaning there were but a few exchanges between the pair as the day wore on.
Before long though, Karla and Jack were working on projects together again as if nothing had happened between them.
"It's a good job you spoke up the other day, Jack," Karla teased him as they waited for the kettle to boil in the dining area. Even if nobody else was in the room or within earshot, Jack wasn't comfortable discussing their private lives in public; Karla could have been talking about anything and would easily have explained away the comment as a reference to something work-related had anybody wandered in.
"Yes, I suppose it was," Jack answered, quietly wishing that either the kettle would finish its business quickly or that somebody else would come in and spare him. Karla giggled. While she enjoyed watching him struggle with the new layer of their relationship, she found herself wishing he could just relax a little and play along with her.
Perhaps she was threatening to venture into that unprofessional territory she'd been so careful about up until now. But another thing crossed her mind as she waited, and it wasn't something she had been expecting. She wanted him to play along. He excited her, mystified her, and she wanted more fun.
Jack oughtn't to have been too bothered. After all, unbeknownst to Karla, he'd applied for - and been offered - another job - so why should he worry about a little embarrassment late in the day? But nothing about the events of the past few weeks had been regular, and he still didn't feel confident about Karla's motives for their liaisons.
He'd thoroughly enjoyed their steamy encounter the other night, but in truth, he wanted more from her. He wanted her to show some of the passion he'd shown her and not make him feel like he was being used. He wasn't so sure that speaking up had been the right idea. Maybe touching anything more than Karla's feet was going to land him in trouble.
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Before long, he'd be touching them again, though. He couldn't help himself, and she couldn't resist either. She'd invited him around for dinner and made her intentions plain enough by slipping off her shoes and pressing her toes against Jack's crotch as they finished off dessert. He placed his hands on top of her feet and gave them a rub. His warm hands and tender touch made Karla shiver, but not for long.
"Bet you can't make me come with your feet," he challenged, dropping his trousers, leaning back in his chair, and motioning for Karla to work his dick with her feet. Unconvinced but turned on by his boldness, Karla carefully edged her feet into position either side of his cock and started moving them up and down. Up and down she guided her feet, slowly rubbing Jack's cock. She'd never done this before and wasn't quite sure of herself, but right now, she was quite happy to do what Jack wanted. How things had changed.
Karla heard Jack's breathing increase and sensed she was getting the hang of what she was doing. The first time she had sat in her chair and played with herself while Jack toyed with her feet she'd gone to great lengths to hide it from him. Now she leaned back and let out a contented sigh of her own as she fingered herself, knowing full well Jack could see what was going on.
"Shall we move somewhere a bit more comfortable?" Jack said, standing up, pulling his trousers and pants back on and stretching out a hand towards Karla.
Karla bit her lip, nodded, and taking his hand, they silently went upstairs. "Sorry it's such a mess," she instinctively blurted out as they made their way, hand in hand, into her bedroom.
