I rounded the corner from the food prep area to the cafeteria and noticed my lunch time viewing pleasure was seated closer to the corner than I expected. When I saw her my hip clipped the empty table I was trying to navigate around and my tray of food nearly went flying. I swear I heard a snicker from the direction I had been looking, but I was too busy trying to keep my food in place to verify.
Normally my mystery woman had her hair in a ponytail and wore very boring and utilitarian business skirts and blouses. But today her auburn hair was loose and looked to be recently styled. She was also wearing a dress that looked more like evening attire than business friendly. It hugged her curves a bit closer and showed off more leg and more cleavage than most would deem appropriate. She had gone from attractive to stunning and her green eyes, the sole reason I had first taken notice of her months ago, seemed to be positively glowing. I snuck one last look at her and retreated to my usual eating spot which was out of sight of her and most of the rest of the cafeteria. I had a habit of taking up residence in a tucked away corner that only had three tables and which most employees...
"I didn't even know this area existed," I heard a female voice interrupt my thoughts from behind. I recognized the voice immediately and half choked on my food. I wiped my mouth and fumbled for my drink as she walked around in front of me while continuing to talk. "So that stumble was because of me," she said. "You pass me every day and look me briefly in the eyes."
"Uh... I'm... that is... nice eyes," I eventually sputtered.
She smiled at me pleasantly. "While you recover your wits, is it ok if I join you," she asked.
All I could manage was to gesture with my hand. She pulled the chair away from the table so she was sitting at the corner instead of behind the table. As she sat her dress rode up tantalizingly high and my eyes drifted before I could stop myself.
"Ahem," she mumbled and I immediately blushed and looked back at her face.
"Ah... sorry... I'm..."
"Having trouble forming complete sentences? Yes, I noticed that." She laughed and was still smiling, so I don't think she was offended, but I was incredibly nervous. "As I said, you look at me every day, and you always look at me and smile, so today I decided to dress up a bit and see what kind of reaction I might get."
"Um... is this... are you from HR?"
Again, she laughed and smiled widely at me. "Please relax, I'm not here to get you in trouble," she said as she leaned toward me. Her dress fell forward a little and again my eyes drifted from her face. "Unless of your course you *want* to get in trouble," she smirked and my eyes again shot back up. She was still smiling playfully and I could feel myself blushing again. "Oh my, you are absolutely adorable," she teased.
"Um... ok... but... also married," I finally replied while raising my left hand slightly off the table.
She raised her own left hand to show me her wedding rings as well. "I guess you never looked far enough to notice that," she said.
"Yeah sorry, kept getting caught in the eyes. Enthralling... that's the word I would use."
"A nice word, I'll take it. So all this time it was just the eyes then?"
"And the smile, when I get to see it. Let's see... radiant? Disarming maybe? No, let's stick with the theme and call it enchanting."
"You are fun, once you get talking," she said with a wink. "So, never wanted to see anything else?" As she said this, her hand moved to the neck of her dress and she traced it all the way down to the top of her cleavage. I finally fought the urge to look and kept my eyes on her face this time. "Oh," she said at last, "going to be stubborn now are you?" She grabbed the shoulders of her dress and pulled it forward so that the neck line plunged a few more inches. "We'll see how long that lasts." I turned and took a bite of my food and ran my fork idly around the plate.
"You want to look. I want you to look. What's the problem," she asked with a pout?
"Married, remember. This seems dangerous."
"Not for me, we have what you might call an open marriage. I'm guessing you've never been around an aggressive woman before, have you?"
"No," I said finally looking back in her face.
"Well there's no harm in looking and we're alone here. Go ahead," she encouraged, again tracing the neckline of her dress. This time I obliged her and when she saw I was looking she arched her back and leaned forward a little just to amplify what was on display. I didn't look long, and I soon moved my eyes back to hers. "And still with the eyes," she said. "Is the rest of me not as nice?"
"What can I say, the eyes and smile drew me in, and now that hair just complements them perfectly."
"Oh, I am really glad you like the hair," she said running a hand through it and flipping it over her shoulder teasingly. She then reached out and laid a hand over top one of mine. "I'm so looking forward to knowing what it feels like to have your hand tangled in it and pulling on it... pulling on it *very* firmly." I jumped and pulled my hand away, but by then it was too late and I felt my desire react as the image she'd conjured planted itself in my mind. "You'll have to tell me later what position I was in in the image that just came up in your head. But I was hoping the rest of me would have an effect on you as well," she said sadly.
The stirrings of my arousal had an immediate effect on me and I decided it was time to start taking a more active role in whatever was going on here.
"The eyes are more expressive. They say a lot more than your tits or ass are ever going to tell me."
"Oh sweetie, that's only because you haven't had my tits or ass yet," she said with an evil little smile. She followed that comment up with moving her hands to the bottom of her dress and moving a finger from each hand along the hem, raising it several inches as she did so. My gaze followed her the entire time and when she finished I shifted uncomfortably in my seat realizing I was now fully aroused.
"There we go, that's the reaction I was hoping to get," she said happily. "Can your schedule allow a long lunch next Friday?"
"Yes," I whispered hoarsely.
"Good, I'm taking you for lunch then," she laughed. "I'll see you at the east entrance at 11:30," she said as she stood and readjusted her dress. "My name is Mary, by the way. You are Eric I believe?"
"Correct," I replied.
Before leaving, she bent over and kissed me on the lips, just a little more than softly, just a little longer than a peck, just enough to tantalize me with wanting more. It was only after she disappeared around the corner that her choice of words dawned on me.
The intervening days passed quickly and my lunch trips to the cafeteria were far more enjoyable. Mary smiled at me every day that I looked and on two occasions she even winked. I don't know what I expected to happen on Friday, but I never believed she would follow through on her hinted at motives. But at the appointed time I was waiting at the requested entrance and found Mary there waiting on me.
"Ah good," she said with a smile, "I was worried you might not show."
"I considered it," I admitted honestly.
"Well, let's go," she said and l followed her to her car. It was about a 15-minute drive to a rather generic grill restaurant with an adjoining bar. A hostess gave us a seat, which Mary promptly replaced by requesting something in the darkened corner at the back. The booth was rounded and after I sat, Mary made me move toward the middle so that we were sitting very close.
"I didn't bring you here for a work lunch," she said primly. "Now, don't you move, I will be back in a few minutes after I freshen up. When the waitress comes around I will have water to drink and the Asian salad." Mary disappeared back around the corner. As instructed, I ordered for both of us when the waitress returned.
A couple of minutes later, Mary returned wearing a completely different outfit. Gone was the stodgy business suit and in its place was a metallic green cocktail dress. It was very short with somewhat wide straps at the shoulder that led to a very low V-neck cut. Even the area beneath her arms was bare and I wondered what the back of the dress looked like. Her pony tail had been undone and her hair was free and falling in waves past her shoulders. She had matching green heels and a new, smaller purse that was close to the auburn color of her hair. She was stunning and I know my mouth gaped open as I saw her. But even then, after a quick appraising look, I came back to looking in those wonderful green eyes. She smiled mischievously at me and took her seat at my side again.
Shortly after, the waitress returned with our food. We ate in silence, though I found myself looking at Mary repeatedly. When she noticed, she immediately began trying to draw my eyes with her hands to various parts of her body.
"I must say, the food may be average at best here, but the entertainment is pretty good," I said after the third time she toyed with my gaze.
"Ah, not so fast," she said, "there's more than just a show on offer."
"Oh really," I said as I pushed aside my mostly empty plate.
"Uh huh, this show is not only 3D, it's fully interactive," she said as she took my hand that was closest to her and placed it on her knee. I stared into her eyes as I let my hand trace a line up to the hem of her dress. She didn't flinch the entire time, until I reached dress material and I removed my hand, and then she pouted at me.
"You aren't very adventurous at this sort of thing, are you," Mary chided me. She too my hand again and put it at her waist. Again, I did what I thought was expected and move my hand upward along her side, stopping short when I bumped into the underside of her arm, removing my hand again. She looked disappointed again.
"That dress must not have much of a back," I said looking down at her waist.
"None at all actually," she said as she turned away from me a little and leaned forward so I could see her. When I didn't immediately move my hand toward her she pouted again. "You're just playing along aren't you. Instead of leading you, I want you to touch me where *you* want."
"Anywhere," I asked playfully.
"Anywhere," she whispered surely as she turned back away from me, leaving her back exposed.
