A neglected soul will eventually seek out their needs--be it in the palaces of privilege or the backrooms and dark alleys of necessity. A neglected wife, will soon enough too, find her way to the welcoming bed of a stranger and to the dispensary that offers up the needs and the pleasures she so craves...
The night it all began, we were at the end of our shift. It was late and no one else was around the office. I was standing at the counter rereading some paperwork before calling it a night when she came up beside me and just stood there. She was not saying or doing anything, just standing there. That in itself was not something that was that unusual, but how close she was standing beside me was. Both for her and the fact that we were at work, this was not what I would call a normal situation.
She was standing right up close to my right elbow. I was wearing a short sleeved shirt, so when she started rubbing her breast against me, there was no mistaking her action. At first I thought it was an accident and didn't react. Then she did it again and there was no mistaking it. I continued reading and ignored her, probably because I was more curious than anything else and wanted to see just how far she'd go with it. How many times has an over anxious guy made multiple advances on a woman and had each one ignored like you weren't even in the room? Now it was my turn.
The office was glaringly bright with the full ceiling of fluorescent lights blasting the scene with the harshness usually associated with a night time construction site or the scene of a homicide investigation. Neither are very sexy nor romantic.
I'll give her this much... she was persistent. As she engaged in her version of frotteurism, I have to admit it felt nice and her persistence was having an effect on the growing tightness in my trousers. Pretending to ignore her had done nothing to discourage her.
I said to her, "What are you doing?" with an obviously incredulous tone in my voice.
She played dumb with nothing more to say than, "What?" as she continued to rub herself softly against me.
I could feel the heat of her body as it radiated through her bra and the starched white blouse. She was standing close enough to me too, so that with each breath she took, I could feel the warmth of it on my neck and smell its soft scent.
As she gently rubbed herself, my cock grew thicker. I was battling the erotic advance from a woman who was supposed to be my senior, not only in company ranking, but in age as well. Ruth had to be all of 14 or 15 years older than I was. The company had policy regarding this sort of behaviour, as I'm sure her husband did too. The fact that Wayne also worked here was not lost on me. The company policy was designed to make women feel safe and secure in the workplace, but I'm pretty sure that those folks that drafted the threats contained in its paragraphs of what was appropriate and what was not, had not been envisioning the scene that was unfolding right before my very eyes!
If the threat of termination and perhaps legal action was not enough to cross one's eyes... Ruth had neither the personality nor fashionable forethought to give any sense that she was even capable of such behaviour. That last bit was
really
fucking with my head. No one would have suspected her!
I was obviously enjoying whatever this was that she was doing to me, but an anger began to well up inside of me at the same time as well. I had quietly enjoyed the hugs, the touches on my arms, back and head, the feigned little shoulder massages and even the occasional pinch or pat on my derriere from various ladies in the workplace. Men, for the most part, enjoyed the affection, but were razor-sharply aware that the same behaviour in reverse, would have meant almost certain termination. Funny how all of the ladies seemed to understand this as well. So much for equality.
I was going to respond, but I had to be careful to make sure that I was covering myself and not allowing her to flip the tables if she experienced any post-assault regrets. If she actually was interested in me, I could have seen her asking me out for coffee say, and then timidly broaching the subject or perhaps slipping me a note... that would have been more in line with her character. Even if she would have suddenly gotten bold while sipping a hot cup of creme earl grey and gently caressed my pant leg with her toes... I could have perhaps, imagined that from her too, but this --this all out sexual advance? It was confusing, while being both inappropriate and turning me on. After all of these thoughts had pinballed their way off the various lobes and lumps of my male brain, I did the only appropriate thing I could do... I turned and faced her, took her wrist in my grip and placed her hand directly on the swollen bulge in the front of my pants. As I did, I watched her face and waited for some reaction. When she realized what she had a hold of, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped stupidly open.
"What?" I asked with the same innocence she herself had tried on me.
"Wha... what... oh my god!" was the best little squeak that she could manage.
I just looked her directly in the eyes and smiled.
She did not pull her hand away from my cock and left it squeezing my package as I placed my hands on the curvy globes of her ass and pulled her in tight against me.
"Is that what you were hoping for?" I mocked her as I began to grind myself into her hand harder and consequently pushed her wrist against her own mound.
"Are you trying to tell me something, Ruth?" I quizzed, further mocking her.
"Oh my god...," her words trailed off as she tried to catch her mind up with what was happening between us. Her eyes wide in shock as her cheeks flushed red.
"Does that feel good?" I asked quietly.
I wasn't expecting much in the way of an intelligent response and quickly removed her hand from my crotch and slid my own hand hard up against her warm pussy. I pressed my fingers into her much more aggressively than she had done to me. She leaned in closer and tried to kiss me.
"No way... not here," I said firmly.
"If you'd like a little more, I suggest we take this someplace a little more private."
I said it, but could not believe what was coming out of my mouth. Ten minutes earlier, any thought of something like this suddenly happening? I'd have bet my house against that.
"Where can we go?" were the last words out of her mouth as I took her by the hand and led her to the office door.
We walked towards the parking lot, towards the van that she drove. She was like a zombie... more confused and blinded than I had been, but I was not going to let her off the hook after what she had started. I took her keys and like a gentleman, held her door open on the passenger side. I knew just the spot to go to for a little privacy and the opportunity to see if Ruth had actually experienced an aneurysm on her brain or was she actually coming on to me. I slid into the driver's seat and 30 seconds later we disappeared into the warm summer night.
She was quiet at first. My mind was still trying to put it all together too. Being that much older, my supervisor, the fact she was married and her husband worked here too and that she reminded me more of a dowdy old schoolteacher than a letch... well, it was a little fucked up.
It had always been obvious that she had big titties, but two kids having suckled on them and both Father Time and Isaac Newton too, had taken their toll. She wore her dark red hair short. Not as short as a guy, but definitely short by women's standards. She was tall and skinny too, but with a nice curvy ass. Funny, describing her now, I've realized just how much I already had checked her out. She worked in a man's world and fought for every inch she had gained in it. I know what pricks the guys had been to her on the job and that just confused me further. Why would she risk a dumb stunt liked she had pulled tonight? Coming on to somebody else might have cost her both her reputation and her career. The fact that she had chosen me--in a fucked up sort of way, I was flattered.
All of those thoughts were bumping into each other in my head as I drove out of the city and into the countryside. I was taking her to a favourite spot of mine and if she just wanted to talk or... continue where we'd just left off, we'd have our privacy.
"Wayne doesn't like to fuck anymore," were the first words that came out of her mouth as we drove in the darkness.
With that one little comment... that 6 word confession, a light went on in my head and I knew this night was going to be one that I have never considered might ever happen. I had looked at Ruth on occasion and could never picture her and Wayne having a sex life, so I suppose I had thought about her in those terms. But, she was always so stiff on the job--the way she dressed, the style of her hair and makeup, the fact she was always so serious and business-like... that is until tonight. I keep bringing these points up, so it's obvious her attitude and mannerisms had a profound affect on those around her.
I didn't answer her and just let her talk. My head was now filled with snapshots of her standing, sitting, walking, talking, her hair, her makeup, her eyes, her lips. I was going through those thoughts and perusing them with a new point of view... I could do this, I was thinking. I really could see myself giving Ruth what she obviously needed--craved even. A small smile crept into the edges of my eyes and the corners of my mouth. She wouldn't be the first woman of this vintage I had fucked, but she may have the best potential!
"We've even gone to counselling and a doctor and... nothing helped," her voice trailed off again like she herself was in deep thought and needing to justify this abrupt change in her behaviour.
"He hasn't fucked me in almost 3 years."
