Sultry.
That was the first word that came to mind whenever Tom saw Debbie.
Sultry.
He was good with words and had a rather robust vocabulary, so he knew everything that word implied. According to Webster,
sultry
meant "attractive in a way that suggests or causes feelings of sexual desire." She was certainly that, but there were many aspects of her persona that also called for the term.
Her voice was a deep, soft, smoky alto, well inflected and a tone or two below the typical woman's voice. Her words seem to ooze, to flow, rather than shoot from her mouth. When she talked to you it was like you could grab each word from the air and savor it like a fine wine.
The DC area seemed to have an abundance of tall women, and Debbie stood out even among those. At five-ten, she was almost eye level to his six feet when they spoke. Her height also gave additional emphasis to her shape, which was a classic one – a thin waist above prominent but not overly large hips gave her midsection the most appealing curves, and her breasts filled the dresses she often wore. She carried herself proudly with her back slightly arched, and that served to accentuate her delightful ass and make her chest even more prominent.
Then there were her eyes. Slightly hooded and dark for a person with blond hair, her eyes didn't telegraph her emotions as they did with most people. Her dark brows added to her mystery, and the bangs she wore onto her forehead disguised her expressions even more.
Her face was something an artist could have pictured, a beautiful example of what a woman could be, with a strong jaw and prominent cheekbones surrounding a wide mouth. Her lips were full, and her smile consisted of a slight lift of the edges of her mouth. She was stunning and mysterious.
Since their encounter in Gayle's office, their working relationship had subtly changed. She was as aloof in public as ever, but their shared intimacy kept things perking just under the surface. She might catch his eye and wink at him, or pinch his ass as he passed if no one else was around. She loved double entendres – if something needed to be delayed, she would look straight at him and tell the other meeting attendees that she would "sit on it" for a while.
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She called him late one Monday, just as he was closing out his day.
"You have a minute?"
"Of course."
"I am seriously in need of one of your famous back rubs. I moved boxes all weekend and it hurts like hell. Could you....?"
"Sure. Give me five minutes and I'll meet you in the conference room."
So many of these seemingly innocent encounters with his coworkers had turned sexual that he really didn't know what to expect, but he came prepared to do just what she asked. He had to admit a special little liking for Debbie; she was more aloof than even Joanna, but she had warmed to him and considered him a good friend. He took that seriously and protected her confidences zealously.
They arrived at the conference room simultaneously. "After you, m'lady," he said with an exaggerated bow, like some medieval knight.
"Why thank you, kind sir," she answered, also in character. He walked in behind her and closed the door.
"So what did you do to yourself?" he asked.
"The usual crap. I was packing up Jack's old baby toys to donate, and I did too much bending and lifting without using my legs." She was a single mom to ten-year-old Jack. She indicated the area across her back just above the waist with her hand.
"Tsk, tsk," he chided. "How many times have I told you ...?"
"I know, I know, don't be a noodge. Can you help? It's hard getting through the day like this."
"Of course," he answered. "Lie face down on the table."
She did as instructed and laid her head sideways on her crossed arms along the narrow table. Debbie was wearing a dress this day, a sleeveless copper-colored sheath that hugged her curves and ended just above her knees. Tom began by using both hands over the dress to feel for the tension he knew was there, but the fabric was rough and a bit thick.
"That hurts," she told him.
"I'll be gentler," he replied.
"No, I mean the dress is irritating my skin when you rub it. Unzip me."
"Are you sure?"
She glanced up at him from her prone position. "You ask me a question like that after what we did? Seriously?"
He had to admit she was right, but he was making no assumptions. He held the top of the dress and ran the back zipper down its entire length. It opened to her waist. It didn't uncover the area entirely, though, and he had to change his position to enter the area from the top. He began using his expert fingers to search out the tension and knead it away. He knew what he was doing and she sighed with pleasure.
"Oh yeah, that's it. You've got it now." He worked the tension out by increasing blood flow to the area and stretching the tight muscles.
His hands delved slightly deeper into her unzipped dress, kneading the muscles all the way down to where they flowed into her perfect ass. Each pass was incrementally lower, and his fingers slipped under the elastic at the waist of her panties and pushed down onto the top of each ass check. She let out a light moan.
"Is that part of a back rub?" she asked suspiciously.
"Actually, yeah, it is," he told her. "All of your back muscles work together, and for real relief you have to stretch them all."
"If you say so," she opined. She was actually enjoying his touch there.
He was now standing next to her head, and since her face was turned toward that side of the table she was looking directly at his crotch. While he worked his magic on her back, she dropped her arm off the table and let it hang momentarily, then reached up and put her hand on the inside of his thigh. He saw and felt her movement, but continued what he was doing.
Debbie began moving her hand slowly up and down the inside of his thigh, feeling how muscular they were from his running and cycling. Her hand reached higher point each time, until finally it moved solidly against his Johnson and his body began responding immediately. She lightly grasped his rapidly hardening cock through the fabric of his pant and boxers and he came to fully erect in a second. He stopped rubbing her back and let one hand rest between her shoulder blades, on the back of the thin white bra she wore. With his other hand he began lightly toying with her blond hair.
Debbie was as enticing a woman as he had ever known, doing everything slowly and gently. She brought her hand up to his zipper, and with exquisite slowness opened his fly. She again rubbed his shaft through his pants, then reached in through the open fly and searched out what lay within. His boxers had a large fly also, so she easily reached into those and grasped his erection, pulling it out into the open. It was inches from her face and she began to slowly stroke it.
She only had to move herself slightly to bring her face to his cock and put her lips around it. She rolled onto her side for more comfortable access, then closed her eyes and slowly took in its full length. Tom sighed with the intensity of how good it felt.
Man, she really knows what she's doing,
he thought.
