The next morning I sat at my desk pondering the events of the previous two days. Kay certainly eased my concerns about where our relationship was headed and Staci proved as I expected to be someone who's sensual passionate and could be a lot of fun. They both had reasons why they weren't interested in any full time relationship.
"Morning Allen." A female voice behind me said.
I turned in my cubicle and was greeted by Francine Phillips and her wide flashy white smile.
"Good Morning Francine." I responded.
"Are we going to finish our conversation from yesterday sometime?" Francine asked.
Her question reminded me that she and I had been talking about the upcoming company picnic and whether either of us would be attending when our conversation was interrupted by Staci's call.
"Sure Francine but I have some files to work this morning. Maybe we'll hook up at the water cooler sometime this afternoon. I replied.
"I'd like to hook up Allen." She answered.
Judging by the amount she flirted with me before I figured she was talking about more than hooking up at the cooler.
Francine is a rather interesting woman. I estimate she is about my age. She's been married forever and I think she has two teenage children. She is a very classy dresser relying on stove pipe skirts silk blouses and business suit coats to accentuate her hips and nicely proportioned breasts.
I recall one time when I was at her work station checking on a monthly sales report which she is responsible for she was wearing a navy blue stove pipe skirt and a rather sheer white silk blouse. As I stood talking with her she crossed her legs spreading the split on the side of her skirt and giving me a very nice view of her shapely thighs. She wanted me to look and I certainly enjoyed the view. As we talked about when she thought she'd have the report ready Francine let her 3 inch heel dangle off her sexy little foot and continually toyed with the top button of her blouse.
Her brunette hair is shoulder length and wavy. I'm certain monthly visits to the salon for perms kept it that wavy. Francine has crystal blue eyes which are set off by her darker hair.
Fran's always flirted with me but this time it actually went beyond flirting and I was sure that had she done that anywhere besides the office I would have made a play for her.
And now she's making suggestions that we "hook up". I'd have to explore the possibility further and discover why a supposedly happily married woman would be flirting so much with me and talking about hooking up.
I turned my attention back to my work and by eleven thirty had my desk cleared. My diligence would be rewarded with an extra long lunch and an easy afternoon.
As I slipped my suit coat on I thought about stopping by Francine's station and asking her if she'd like to go to lunch with me but decided against that since she is a married woman with all the spousal complications that go with it.
As I stood waiting for the elevator my cell rang.
"Hello this is Allen how can I help you?" I said after I flipped my phone open.
The lusty voice on the other end said. "I can think of hundreds of ways you can help me baby."
"Kay how nice it is to hear your voice." I replied as the door glided open.
Several co-workers stepped around me toward the elevator car but I knew that I'd lose my cell connection inside that stainless steel car so I said. "I'll wait." As one of my fellow employees reached to stop the doors from closing.
"Wait for what Allen?" Kay asked having heard me speak to the girl reaching to stop the doors.
"What?" I said to Kay not realizing she'd heard me say that I'd wait.
"What are you waiting for baby?" Kay asked again.
It finally dawned on me what we were talking about and I explained the whole thing to Kay.
She giggled and said she thought I was waiting for her to say something.
Having cleared up that confusion I asked Kay. "So how are you today Kay?"
"I'm good Allen." Kay answered then added "A little horny but otherwise I'm good."
"I like the idea that you call me when you're a little horny Kay." I said.
"Well you ARE the reason I'm horny." Kay responded accentuating the word are.
"Moi?" I responded.
"Yes darling you." Kay said.
"So Kay like I said when I answered your call. How can I help you?" I asked.
"You can help me by coming by my place tonight Allen." Kay asked.
"Love to Kay." I responded.
"I was hoping you'd say that Allen." Kay said then added. "Would you like me to make dinner?"
"You don't have to go to all that trouble Kay." I answered.
"It'll be no trouble at all Allen. I'm gonna close up shop early and I've already put a roast in the crock pot." Kay remarked.
"Okay then how I come by about five thirty Kay." I asked
"It's a date baby." Kay answered.
We disconnect and I pushed the elevator call button thinking how nice it would be to have a home cooked meal and Kay for dessert.
I grabbed a couple of dogs and a diet coke from the corner vendor and walked across the street to enjoy my light lunch on a park bench.
I often sat on this bench during my lengthy divorce to think of how I was going to handle my ex and her bastard attorney. But now I could sit here and watch the people well actually the ladies hurry by trying to run an errand during their lunch break. And today I had the added bonus of being able to imagine what sexual treats my mature vixen Kay had in store for me that evening.
I finished my coke and headed back to the office figuring I could spend the afternoon outlining the agenda for my next sales meeting.
As I hung up my suit coat I glanced down the walkway along the work stations. I noticed a sexy leg extended out into the walk with a 3 inch heel dangling from the toes. Francine I thought. I'll have to see what her agenda concerning me was all about this afternoon.
I sat down and had a couple phone messages to return and then it looked like my afternoon was pretty much free unless I'd have to put out some fire with an order.
Finishing up my last call I leaned back in my chair. The sales department is usually rather quiet in the afternoon. All the reps are out making calls and the few in house and support staff are across the department from my area.
I grinned and thought. "It's time for a nice cool drink of water."
Fortunately the water cooler was at the other end of the walkway and I had to walk past Francine's work station to get there. I paused as I got to her station but she wasn't there.
"Oh well some other time." I thought to myself.
I turned the corner at the end of the walkway toward the cooler and found Francine. She was bent over getting her own cool drink. Her stove pipe skirt tightly stretched over her ass and her shapely calves accentuated by those sexy heels she always wears. I approached quietly my eyes couldn't detect any panty lines so I assumed she was wearing only panty hose a thong or nothing at all.
"Don't drink all the water." I said to get her attention.
Francine straightened up and turned toward me her wavy brunette hair as perfect as it had been early that morning. Her tight fitting stove pipe skirt looking as crisp as it had the moment she slipped it on that morning. It was almost as if she hadn't sat in her chair all day.
"Hi Allen I'll leave you a little." Francine replied.
I smiled and noticed that she had an extra button undone on her silk blouse affording me a healthy view of her soft flowing cleavage and just a hint of the white lace bra she was wearing.
Our water cooler is kind of tucked in a tight little spot between some file cabinets and the return wall of storage closet. There's really only enough room for the person getting a drink so when Francine didn't move I had to squeeze by her.
She smiled as I slid by trying my best not to make contact with her body. I succeeded but the lovely scent of her perfume wafting up from that soft cleavage entered my nostrils bringing a grin to my lips.
After drawing a small cup of water I turned and with my back to the cooler I asked. "So Francine what were we talking about yesterday before we were interrupted?"
Francine leaned against the file cabinet and replied. "The company picnic Allen."
"Oh yes you were telling me you weren't sure you were going." I remembered.
"That's right. My hubby hates going because he doesn't know anyone and I don't think I want to go alone. Unless someone else needs company and talks me into going." She explained.
"I know what you mean Francine. My ex hated going too. She always claimed the men there were all leeches trying to put the moves on her." I said.
Francine laughed and said. "My hubby was probably one of those leeches."
"Why not go alone Francine it could be fun." I suggested.
She grinned and replied. "Allen there's only one or two people that might attend that I'd consider having fun with. Assuming we're both talking about the same kind of fun?"
"That depends on whether you consider the sack race and water balloon toss fun." I commented.
Francine grinned and kind of cocked her hips. "Well if it was you in the sack with me and tossing the balloons it could lead to some serious fun Allen."
It wasn't so much her reference to being in the sack with me but the mental image of her in a wet tee shirt that caused me to say. "Francine if I didn't know better I'd think you are trying to put the moves on me."
She smiled widely and said. "Maybe you don't Allen."
"Don't what?" I asked.
Her smile widened and she slid one hand up to the vee where her blouse opened and replied. "Know better of course."
I had my answer. In a cute little twist of words this foxy married woman was basically telling me she was in fact putting the moves on me. And judging by the way she cocked her hips Francine could move pretty darn well.
