Chapter 1 -- Office Indiscretions
Joshua Whitmer looked down at his sleeping wife, Heidi, and wished for the millionth time that he wasn't a lawyer. He had an early morning appointment, and couldn't afford to heed his hormonal cry to bury his hard cock in his wife's tight, willing pussy. She was tall, standing at five feet nine, with legs that went to the moon. She was an amateur dancer, tipping the scales at just over a hundred and thirty pounds. She was all hard muscle, with a soft, womanly padding giving her porn star-like dimensions. Josh knew that he was extremely lucky to have landed such a treasure, and never gave up the opportunity to enjoy her 'gifts'. They both seemed to be perpetually horny; she was always ready, even when she slept.
Often he had seduced her, brought her to multiple orgasms, and then came himself inside her, without ever waking her up. It was incredibly exciting, almost a rape fantasy. Heidi always woke up from his attentions happy and content, thinking that a wet dream had brought her such pleasure. Then she would find his cum on her thighs, and know what he'd done. For her part, she enjoyed it.
Lately though, he'd been working eighty to ninety hours a week, and didn't have time to eat, much less for sex. He pulled on his suit, and gave his wife a soft, wet kiss on the base of her neck, causing her to shiver slightly, and left.
The Regis case was a nightmare. The high-stakes case was not going well, and it was high time to put more people on it, and that meant more long hours. Josh was one of the senior partners despite his young age at 32. He kept himself in top shape at the company gym instead of eating lunch, and was the lust object for nearly every woman in the company. As he waded into the reams of material to prepare for the coming court battle, he noticed someone standing at his door.
"Mr. Whitmer?" a soft soprano said. He looked up and fought the urge to stare. His wife was a knockout by any standard, and he rarely bothered really looking at the girls at the office. It took someone really spectacular to turn his head. This woman was exotic and he couldn't look away.
"Yes?" he managed, finding his voice.
"I'm Delilah Ming," she said, entering the office. "I'm your new assistant attorney. I'll be helping with the Regis case." Miss Ming was obviously oriental, but her figure said otherwise. She had a full, curvy body which suggested a parent that was more western, but her face had the high cheekbones and gently-slanting eyes of an Asian. Her skin tone was slightly tanned, and was encased in a silk dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. It had a Kimono-like print, further suggesting the Orient. Josh had never seen an Asian with so curvy a body. He never really considered dating one because he liked more meat on his women.
"Excellent!" he said, coming back reality, and tore his eyes away from her for a moment to get her situated. "Well, you've kind of caught me off guard, but there's a table over there. . ." After ten minutes, Delilah was knee-deep in the case, and silence fell on the office. Josh took advantage of her facing away from him to simply sit there and watch her for minutes at a time, fascinated by her exotic beauty. He felt guilty, thinking erotic thoughts about this woman that was not his wife, but it had been so long, and he was no saint. A few times, Josh thought she caught him watching her, but she said nothing about it, and just asked questions about the case.
"Good Lord, look at the time," she said. "Do you want to grab some lunch?"
"No, I generally go to the gym over my lunch time," He said. "It helps to keep the office-chair-spread from getting too out of hand."
"It must banish it completely," she said, eying the bulging muscles under his shirt. "But I'm new to the area and don't know where anything is. Could you skip it for today and be my guide? Please?"
"Alright, just for today," Josh said, privately delighted by her wish to spend time with him. With her looks, she should have guys lining up to date her.
He picked a good Italian restaurant for them, and they talked over a glass of red wine as they waited for the food. The dim lighting inside gave the place an intimate feel, and Josh began to feel a stirring in his cock as he sat across from Lilly (as she told him to call her).
"You must have a boyfriend," he said, getting to their personal lives. "With your looks they'll be banging down your door."
"They did in college, but all they wanted was to get in my pants," she said. "I was too busy with school to bother trying to find a serious relationship."
"Well, unfortunately," he said. "This place is just as hectic, so take what you can get. You should have no trouble finding someone you want."
"No doubt," she said, looking at him sideways and smiling a little.
