"John, look at the time! You better git right now, or you'll be late. Annie would be pissed!" It was Arlene, the office-manager-secretary-exec/assistant, speaking. Annie was John's wife.
John - the business owner- glanced up. It was 4:45. He stood, said to Jason "Damn it, she's right. I have to get the kids from gymnastics. Gotta leave right now - you two will have to finish up. See you again next week!" He grabbed his jacket and almost sprinted out of the office, then sprayed gravel enroute to the street in his big crew-cab pickup.
Jason, a consultant, had been spending gradually increasing amounts of his time with them - now he drove in from home 90 miles away about two days per week, did other work remotely. He and John and Arlene were all friendly and informal, got along and worked well together.
She shrugged, grinned at him and said "Guess it's just you and me, partner. Gotta clean up and get out ourselves. At least we got most everything done that we needed to! You just driving home, your usual so-called dinner at some fast-food place on the road?"
He nodded, retrieving their jackets. Cleanup was one long swipe across the big table: napkins and lunch-trash cascaded into the wastebasket. She unplugged the ever-full coffeepot.
They left together: she checked the door lock, set the alarm, killed the office lights.
Outside it was darker than the inside of a dog - dead midwinter at high latitude, no city lights anywhere nearby, and clouds to stop any skylight. The single parking-lot bulb came on when the motion sensor found them.
Their cars were side by side beneath the bulb. Arlene's auto looked odd: she stepped over to it muttering "What the heck...?" Then "Phooey! Jason, I've got a completely flat tire here! And I know for sure I don't have a spare. Damn!"
Jason was in no hurry to get on the road, and offered to take it off the car, then they could get it fixed at the closest service-station. She shook her head, said "No, no need but thanks anyhow, that's what AAA is for. They'll come fix it. But could you give me a ride home? I'll call from there. It isn't far, about five minutes max."
It was actually about ten minutes - two to get out of town, eight more down a sparsely-populated macadam road, then a long gravel drive to an isolated and thoroughly-dark house. Jason pulled up, stopped beside the stairs with his headlights pouring their output uselessly into the void, muttered "Man and boy, it's DARK!"
Beside him she rummaged in her purse, said "I've got the remote for the outside lights here somewhere." He looked over at her - the blue-green lights from the dash were the only illumination in the car. Her teeth and eyes, reflective surfaces, glittered. She looked up at him and took him by surprise. "Jason, I do believe you were a naughty boy today at the office, weren't you?"
He had no idea what she was talking about, managed only an intelligent "Huh?"
She smiled at him - he could see that much but no more. In the absolute dark below the dash, her left hand settled on his knee. "I do believe I caught you more than once looking down my blouse, Doctor Jason. Naughty, naughty."
It was true: she'd worn a boat-necked thing and he'd taken as much advantage of it as possible without being overtly obnoxious or (so he thought) obvious. After all, he did find her totally worthy of such attention - a sort of "plain-attractive" woman, stunning smile, smallish but with a good figure, short curly brown hair, and saucy. Indeterminate age, probably middle thirties. And a considerable if low-key flirt. He'd gotten several good glances at the tops of her bosom today. He blushed into the dark, muttered "Sorry. Hope I didn't embarrass you. Nice boobs, though!"
She turned to face him even more directly, only her eyes visible, and said "No embarrassment caused. And thank you for the compliment. But Doctor, I'd have a great deal more faith in your compliments if I knew that you'd actually seen what you're talking about."
She took a long, slow breath and finished almost silently "Care to come inside and see?"
He was instantly both horny - a condition that was never far away anyhow - and on guard. His hand found hers atop his knee, his fingers located the heavy old-fashioned wedding set, twiddled it gently for a second. "How about this?" he asked softly.
"My old man left for Florida for two weeks yesterday. A business trip. So he says. Hubby goes to Florida too much to suit me. I suspect he has a girlfriend down there. Combines business with monkey business."
Jason thought for a moment, then squeezed her hand and said "So, is that what this is all about? Tit for tat, so to speak?"
In the dim light she shook her head. "Some of it is, that's for sure. Sauce for the goose and all that. But the real thing is that I have thought for months now that you are the single sexiest man I've ever run across. Good looks, nice personality, funny as hell when it seems right, hard worker, and brains to spare. Frankly, I get gooey every time I think about you. So - are you coming in or not? Assuming that a bit of delay, won't completely destroy your tight schedule?"
She led him by the hand up the stairs and inside: the place was warm, the lighting nicely subdued. They stood there inside the door for a second, Jason embarrassed and hugely horny, she almost simpering. "Coats first!" she said, taking both and tossing them onto a sofa. She took his hand again: "Doctor, come with me to the examining room. Or maybe it's the display room?"
In the bedroom she pulled him around to face her squarely, held both his hands in hers and said "Now. Care to actually SEE what you've been staring at?"
He nodded, she dropped her arms sideways and stood still, eye-locked with him. His fingers went to the buttons, undid them top to bottom, slowly, steadily. She counted: at the final one she shrugged and the blouse dropped away. His eyes lit up and that pleased her immensely - he liked lingerie and she was wearing a lace special, one of the fine $45 per ounce types every woman wants and few indulge in.
She reached for the front closure, he batted her hands away gently and said "Mine!"
She smiled: he was an expert, not the slightest fumble. "Nice to see a man who knows what he's doing!" she whispered as the bra joined the blouse.
Jason's face broke into an expression of admiration and lustful excitement that flowed over her like warm honey. He nodded, murmured "Oh, yes, indeed! Beautiful!" They were, too - solid, symmetrical, with dark lavender areolas and pert pebble-hard nipples, a beautiful shape and hang. He bent to mouth them, explored, then settled to nurse, adjusting his ministrations minutely as he read her reactions - she could feel him studying her, it was unusual. And very effective - she was suddenly dancing on the edge of climax and he'd not even really begun. She was MUCH hotter than she had thought. Which, she decided, was actually quite a nice thing to be!
Her hand slid between them as he drove her nearly bonkers with lips and tongue. Her fingers curled firmly around the long bulge of his erection. Its solidity and size boded well. She raised her face towards him, grinned happily and said "Nice! But you've only just gotten started, you know. Would you care to see the rest of me? I'm at your service, Doctor! Please do continue."
They had her naked in a moment - a smoothly contoured and extremely female body, perfect skin, all parts shapely and well-integrated, fine strong muscles underlying the surface everywhere. A gym-buff, he guessed, but with real female padding in all the proper places. She was smoothly, deliciously hairless from the nape down, except for perhaps the densest pubic patch he'd ever encountered. Dense, but neatly trimmed at the edges - "She must wax!" he thought.
