Karen sat at her table watching Liam slouch at the bar, she stood up smoothed down her dress and inhaled deeply.
For two months now she had been coaxing Liam to come to this night out. Even managed to convince him it would be fun. But now that the night had arrived he had done nothing but sit at the bar drinking what appeared to be shots.
âHey you!â She cried as cheerfully and casually as she could, âyou came.â
âHi Karen. How are you?â
âIâm doing great. More to the point howâre you? You havenât got off your seat all night. I thought you were looking forward to tonight?â
âI was, I mean I am, I meanâŚâ Liam sighed, âTricia and I had a fight, to be honest Karen Iâm not really in the mood for a party. Excuse me Iâve got to go to the bathroom.â
Karen felt her heart slump. She knew that Liam was married, and she knew that the fact that he was 40 and 21 years older than her made him completely out of bounds, but god she wanted him. Every time her walked past her in the office her mind raced with all the stuff she wanted to do to him. He wasnât great looking. Infact he was your average Joe, but there was something about him that drove her wild. Maybe it was the older man fantasy. Or maybe it was the fact that he was married. She had gone out with guys since she was 14. Sheâd become sexually active by 16, and now that she was 19 she figured maybe she had grown tired of guys her own age. Maybe she just wanted a bit of excitement. The kind of danger seeing a married man would give her.
Karen thought back to the first time they had met. She had been just about to go out for lunch when Julie, one of the partners in the firm had called her nameâŚ
âKaren. You going out for lunch?â
âYeah, why you want something while Iâm out?â
âNo I just wanted to introduce you to Liam Connor. Heâs going to be working for us. Iâm just taking him round introducing him to everyone.â
Karen suddenly noticed the tall guy standing next to Julie. What she also noticed was that when she said hi to him and offered her hand he had raised his eyes from her breasts. Karen was used to this. Being the youngest woman working in an office surrounded by middle aged, suit wearing, career driven women men were bound to look at her. What was the term? Eye candy. She wasnât dumb by any means. But she wasnât driven by the dream of making it in a âmanâs worldâ. She enjoyed being feminine, and she enjoyed male attention. So she took care of herself, although she didnât have to work too hard. She had been blessed with a metabolism that allowed her to eat whatever she wanted and not put on any weight. But she still went to the gym 5 nights a week. She had long black wavy hair that framed her face perfectly, and she knew she was considered to be very pretty. But for some reason when she noticed Liam staring at her she got shivers. They had become good friends and apart from his glances at her chest now and again, nothing had ever happened between them. That didnât stop her fantasising about him though. Karen was a very sexual person. She regularly masturbated and more often than not she thought of Liam whilst her fingers worked her into a climactic frenzy. Last night, while she was lying in bed she had started to think about the party taking place the next night. She imagined how Liamâs eyes would be drawn to her. Taking in every inch of her tightly toned body, which would be easy to do in the dress she had bought especially for this night. She imagined them dancing, Liam holding her so close she could feel his erection pushing against her. As her thoughts became more and more erotic her hands grasped at her breasts.
Her nipples were tight, and almost painfully erect. She played with them for a while. Sucking on her fingers first to moisten them, imagining they were Liamâs tongue flicking them and stroking them. She couldnât work out how they would escape the party and be alone somewhere. But that was a minor detail, for in her mind now she could feel Liam pushing her dress round her hips. She could feel his hands tracing the crease in her buttocks as he bent her over the sink in a bathroom, kitchen? Didnât matter. Her own hands were caressing that same line now. Her mind raced forward as she became more worked up, her fingers frantically rubbing her engorged clit. Now he was preparing to take her from behind, she could feel the tip of his cock pressing against her pussyâŚand then she had came. Sheâd tried not to; she wanted to imagine the sex. To feel him penetrate her. But she always climaxed too soon.
âKaren? Karen?â His voice brought her back to the present, âYou looked miles away. Are you alright? You look a bit flushed.â Karenâs cheeks flushed even more crimson; she had gotten herself really turned on just thinking about last night.
âIâm fine, itâs just a bit hot.â
âI suppose. Look I think Iâm going to head.â
âWhy?â Said Karen, cringing inside at the whine that she had said that in.
âI told you. Tricia and I had a fight. I really think I should go and apologise.â
She started to panic. Now that she had gotten herself all turned on she wasnât about to give up now! She tried desperately to think of ways to keep him there while she planned her next move.
âWhat was the fight about?â She asked, âIf Iâm not being too intrusive.â
âIronically it was about tonight. Tricia didnât want me to come. I invited her along of course, but she didnât want to go. Then she said she didnât want me to go without her. We started going round in circles, I said if she felt like that then she should come too. But she said she didnât feel like it. So I said why should I stay in just because she didnât want to go out. It just got really stupid after that. Eventually I just stormed out and came here.â
Karen licked her lips. She had found her angle.
âCan I be honest Liam?â She asked.
âOf courseâ
âWell, first Iâll order us some drinks, then we can go over to the table over there and talk. Itâll be a bit more private.â
Liam glanced at his watch, âWell, I canât stay much longer. I really have to get back. Sheâll be worried.â
âThatâs exactly my point.â They collected their drinks and went and sat in a secluded corner of the room.
âWell, come on. Hit me with your words oh wise oneâ Liam spoke jauntily, and Karen knew that the alcohol had hit his system. She leaned in closely taking care that her cleavage was on display, and spoke slowly and quietly, causing Liam to lean in closer.
âWell, first of all, I donât think you have anything to apologise for. You invited Tricia along. She said no. Then she started making unreasonable demands. Stop me if you think Iâm over stepping my boundaries Liam. But it sounds to me like your wife doesnât trust you.â