"I never thought you would go this far," is the thought that kept recurring in my head as we lay next to each other. It was a secret fantasy come true.
I had agreed to drive you home because our it was getting late and it looked as though our annual office bash was never going to end. Five hours of none stop eating drinking and dancing were enough for me. I was anxious to get home before the drizzle turned into a downpour. I was happy to have the company for the 30 minute ride back to my sleepy suburban haven. Having worked with you all these years, I never knew how much fun it was to be with you outside from work. Man were you a natural on the dance floor! The weight that you had lost over the past year has made an incredible difference in your self esteem and confidence - I was quite impressed when ‘shy’ you asked me to dance!
When the raspy voice of Louis Armstrong’s "What a wonderful life" filled the hall and I slipped my arm around your waist I was amazed at how firm your body was. I realized that you have turned into a hot babe! You were nervously laughing as you read the shock and admiration on my face, and if we were dancing closer, you would also have realized that my admiration was felt much deeper…
As the music ended, I don’t know what possessed me to do it, maybe it was that I felt so proud of your accomplishment, happy for your newfound confidence, or maybe it was the slight tilt in your head as the dance ended, but I had to kiss you. Just a quick peck that no one in the room would have paid a second thought to, but the electricity that I felt from gave me a better adrenaline rush than the cup of coffee I was thinking of having to stay awake for the ride home.
We had a great conversation on the ride home - we talked about our families, spouses, subjects we never had spoken about in detail, even though we had worked together for so long. As we turned onto your street, the heavens opened up and now the rain was coming down in buckets! The wind had kicked up to gale forces as the trees swayed violently. Against your wishes, I jumped out of the car first, found the umbrella in the trunk and held it over you, keeping you dry as we hopped up your flagstone walk. With your husband out of town, it was only natural that I offer to make sure the house was in order before leaving to my own home another 30 minutes away. That was when the lights went out.
"Shoot," I thought, what a night. As I groped to find a lightswitch, forgetting that with no electricity, it was in vain, I accidentally grabbed your breast in the dark. I almost jumped out of my pants as I realized what I had done and started to apologize profusely. You giggled, telling me it was no big deal, and put your hands on my shoulders to let me know it was all right. But in my mind I could not help but think about what I felt in that split second. The firmness of your breast, comfortable size and I could swear I felt more…
Having checked the house, I came back to the kitchen, you had flashlight in hand and were placing candles all around the house. Gone are the dismal and fearful thoughts of the storm. "No," I have to get to stop thinking like this. There is nothing going on here. Nothing.
"Would you like a drink?" you asked, bringing me up out of my thoughts.
"Do you have any coffee?" I ask stupidly, realizing my mistake in a flash.
"I can warm some leftover in a mug over a candle," you said with smirk, "or I can make you a gin and tonic?" I say yes to the gin and tonic.
"With the storm like it is, would you mind staying for a little while? I don’t like being alone in this dark house. We can play cards until the storm eases."
Cards - nice and safe I think , "Sounds great to me!"
As you bounce up from the couch to get the cards, I realize how great you look in your dress, the sway of your hips, hmmmm. My mind wanders….
"I only know how to play poker," you say as you break open the cards.
"Fine by me," I answer "what should we play for?"
"Your clothes" you say with a wicked grin.
Gulp, what am I getting myself into? "Fine" I croak.
"Five card stud, nothing wild, except me" and with that you shuffle and deal the cards.
Nervously, I arrange my cards, no matter what I do, I still only have a pair of threes. I bet my left shoe. You smile, as you lay your cards on the table, a pair of queens, "What do you have big guy?" I lay down my threes and with that, my heart is pounding wildly. It is only a shoe and already I am breaking in to a sweat. I remove my shoe, dangling it from my fingertip as I try to appear confident. You giggle as swing it around my finger, and flip it away onto the living room floor. With the ice now broken, we resume the game.
"Okay hot shot, deal" I say as the cards pile in front of me. I suppress my smile as I glimpse the corners of my cards. Aces and sixes, two pair! I have her this time! With a confident smile, I ask for one card, as you pull in three. Another six! A full house! You don’t look quite so happy. As you lay your cards down, I sneak a glance down the cleavage of your dress. I can see the outline of lace and hold that thought as my eyes return to the cards. "Nice pair" I say, as your two sevens sit open on the table. Laying the cards down from my hand, you smile as now it is your turn to remove something. You reach back behind you, stretching the material of your dress taught against your chest and slowly grab the tab of your zipper. My face must have registered the shock as I assumed you would save the dress for later. Giggling, you hold out your foot to me, and ask me to take your shoe off for you. You are one big tease… In turn, I slide my hands beyond the shoe, massaging your smoothly shaven calf muscle, taking my time to return to your foot and sliding your shoe off as my hands trace lines from calf to toe.
The next hand is no better for you, or maybe you just liked the way I removed your shoe. Once again, you stretched back to grab the zipper on your dress and once again, you switched to hold your foot out to me. Taking my time, I worked the massage deep into your calf, this time making sure I spent the time to truly relax your calf muscle. Small cooing sounds escaped your lips as you leaned back in pleasure. As I worked the muscles in you lower leg, I noticed that the hem of you dress had inched upward a few inches, showing me the muscles in your magnificent thighs! My heart is pounding!
You sigh as the massage ends and your shoe slides off in my hands. Keeping your foot in my lap, I think you want me to massage your toes, or do you want more?
I push your foot out of my lap with a smile and deal the next hand of cards. I lose badly, and remove a sock with as much sex appeal as I can muster. You complain that one sock is not enough, so I stand and start to undo my belt. Inch my inch I slide the tip of the belt out of the brass clasp. Your eyes look hungry as it clears the clasp. Giggling, it is my turn to tease as I slide it back in, bend down and throw my other sock off onto my growing pile of clothes on the floor.
"You tease," is all that you can say, but I can tell that there is more on your mind. Grabbing the cards, you deal the next hands. Nervous, I look at my cards and then at your face. You radiate confidence and I wish that I can fake it as well. Bluffing has never my been strength. With nothing but junk in my hand, I better bluff a bit.
"Hmmm," I say, " I really don’t need any cards, but I’ll take two for fun" With that, you deal me two more cards, taking three yourself. I look down but the king stands alone as the highes card in my hand, with nothing more to.
