When you think with your dick, your IQ drops about 100 points. If you're lucky. I have a long history of sexual stupidity behind me. There was the flower child who sold me her worn-out F-150 because she wasn't wearing a bra that day. Or panties either, as it turned out. There was the Mexican maid at the McAllen motel who brought me extra towels, then offered to scrub my back. The divorcee who asked me to install her new dishwasher, then asked for my opinions about some new lingerie she'd just purchased, which ended up in shreds.
And now, my office cleaning lady had sucked my dick, and all I could think about was letting her do it again, and again. Not all I could think about, actually. I wanted to bend her over my mahogany desk and fuck her brains out, too.
But unlike those other brain-dead fucks, I had to admit that Rachel was different. I'd grown to care about her. We'd connected, as the kids say. Crazy, really. I'm almost old enough to be her father. But there was something there. Sometimes, you meet a woman and you just click. Everything seems right. Everything seems easy. It was like that with her. We'd talked for hours; in fact, I think we'd spent more time talking and swapping stories than she'd spent cleaning my office, which was fine by me. I looked forward to those Tuesday encounters, those long and easy-going conversations. So did she, apparently.
But she was married. Married with 2 kids. Married with 2 kids and a jerk, jealous, controlling husband. In this part of the country, such men tended to be armed and dangerous. It was a risk I had been willing to take because, well, Rachel was the brass ring.
Still, second thoughts. Moments of clarity in the middle of a fog of lust. She had too much to lose, I figured. I needed to stop the insanity before things spiraled out of control.
I told her on Tuesday.
"I shouldn't have done that, Rachel. I was wrong. You're married. You have kids to think about. You're my employee; I'm your boss. 'Me, Too,' and all that. I should never have let it come to this. We need to stop. It'll only end badly for you, especially if Todd finds out."
"Me, Too? Seriously, Mark? Look, I'm a contract employee. You haven't taken advantage of me. We don't have that kind of relationship. Sure, technically you're my boss, but what could you hold over me? Fuck me or you'll never vacuum in this town again? If I didn't want this, I could just walk away. You know that's true."
I didn't want to agree with her out loud, but she was making sense.
"Mark... There's something here that we both need and want. You've been nothing but a complete gentleman, and that makes you sexy as hell. I haven't been treated with respect by a man in a long time. You can't imagine how nice it is to be with a man who thinks I have a brain. I haven't had an adult conversation with a man in more years than I can count. My marriage sucks. You made me realize that I can do better. I don't know about the future, but I know that what we have right now is something we both need. Or, am I wrong? Maybe this is your way of saying that you're really not that interested?"
"No, that's not it. No way. I haven't been able to sleep for thinking about you and wanting to see you again. I almost called you the other day. I wanted to hear your voice again. I guess that sounds pathetic. An old work horse baying after a young mare."
"From where I was kneeling last week, you looked like a young stud to me."
That made me smile.
"You need to get your eyes examined. Or maybe your head. Look. You're a special lady. We mesh. We think alike. But you've got a lot to lose if we get caught. I'm afraid of what might happen if Todd finds out."
She grinned and raised her eyebrows.
"Then, we better make damned sure Todd doesn't catch us, because unless you fire me, I don't intend to back off. I want more of you, Mark, not less."
Well, damn. Hot damn. I could feel my IQ dropping like the stock market in 1929. And I didn't care a bit.
I shook my head and gave in.
"Go clean my office before I have to fire your ass."
"Yes, sir!" She snapped off a smiling salute and got to work.
I tried to work. Got a little done. Took some phone calls. But every time she danced into view, my imagination took off, despite the loose-fitting coveralls she was wearing. I was filling out a policy update when she came over to the desk with the vacuum and some rags.
"I need to clean under your desk."
"Oh, okay."
I rolled my chair back and she started vacuuming beneath the knee well and under the drawers. It was a heavy old mahogany boat of a desk I'd found at a resale shop. Lots of room on top for stacks of papers.
She parked the vacuum, got down on hands and knees, crawled into the knee space and started polishing the wood with a cloth soaked in something that smelled like lemons.
"What are you doing, Rachel?"
"Just being thorough. When was the last time someone cleaned down here? Good grief, look at this mess."
Just then the door opened and Fred, the UPS driver came in with a package. And I don't know why, but for some reason I rolled my chair back to the desk, trapping Rachel between my knees.
"Mark, how's it hanging!"
"Hey, Fred. Whatcha got for me?"
"Looks like Amazon. Those people are going to pay for my kids' college education. Half of everything I deliver comes from Amazon. Why didn't I buy stock in that company when it was cheap?"
"Well, for one thing..." I jumped, and Fred gave me a look. Rachel was massaging my cock with her fingertips.
"Just caught a draft. Anyway, Amazon started out selling books, and who would've believed that anything could have come from that?"
My voice was strained. My cock was growing down my leg. Her hand was squeezing and stroking me, and I thought I might bust a seam in my pants.
"Did you hear that the high school got a promising new transfer who plays quarterback? They say he's got real talent. Could be our year, Mark."
"Oh, God!"
She had unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my chinos, and was pulling the zipper down slowly. It wasn't going to do her any good. My cock was fully trapped down my left leg, and no amount of force short of a wrecker truck was going to wrench it out of there.
"I mean, God I hope so, Fred. Hope he's got a good pair of hands. Nothing like good hands, right?"
Damn, she somehow got her hand wedged down the front of my pants and had my dick firmly in her fist. She was squeezing me in time to my heartbeat, which by now was picking up steam.