Rich's Story
Zoe walked into Rich's office and asked if she could speak to him. She was a pretty girl, a little chubby, but sensual nonetheless. She had a happy personality, but at times she became depressed because of the tragic turns in her life. Her husband died four years ago leaving her with a fourteen-year-old son. Rich knew that left her little time to do anything but work and try to control a teenager. Her son, he forgot his name, would graduate from high school this year, but he seemed naive for an eighteen year old, the few times Rich had met him.
"What can I do for you today?" Rich asked.
Zoe closed the door and Rich invited her to sit at the round table in his office. They both sat down next to each other and he saw her dress shift up her thigh. She did have nice legs and he couldn't help, but notice. He was frustrated at home by a wife, who was pretty cold. Sex was usually only once a week and always on Saturday mornings. Occasionally they would do it mid week, but only if he insisted. It was always under the covers, in the dark and mostly with her pajama tops still on. He hadn't remembered the last time he saw her naked. Anything out of the ordinary was out of the question.
He was beginning to get hard just looking at Zoe's leg.
"I need to talk to you personally," Zoe said in a low voice, "about my son. He doesn't seem to be mature for his age and I am embarrassed to talk to him about, you know, girls and relationships. Would you be willing to talk to him?"
Rich was taken aback and turned red.
"I'm not an expert at this Zoe," he said, "but if you want I can do that."
He couldn't keep his eyes off of her leg as her skirt kept inching upward.
"Was she doing that on purpose?" he wondered
He looked up and she was starring at him. He knew from the look in her eye that she had caught him looking.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare," he said.
She made no move to pull her skirt down. As a matter of fact it seemed to him that it inched up further.
"It's OK " she said, "it's nice to know someone still wants to look."
She turned and looked him straight in the eye.
"I haven't had sex in a long time and it is getting too hard to handle. I help myself and that satisfy's me for a while, but I miss touching a man."
She reached over and touched the outside of his pants and his cock was immediately fully hard.
"Please stand up," she said, more demanding than asking.
"Zoe this isn't right."
"Please," she asked again.
He didn't know what to do. He had always been loyal to his wife, but he had never been presented with an opportunity like this.
"Just once, let me touch you. That's all. I'll stop when you tell me to," She said as she rubbed up and down over the trouser fabric.
Rich slowly stood up and watched as Zoe got off the chair and on her knees. She reached up and began rubbing more quickly. He was getting hotter and hotter. She reached for his belt and unlatched the buckle. She then unbuttoned them and pulled down the zipper. His pants fell to the floor. He wore briefs and felt a little embarrassed. He knew most men wore boxers.
Zoe looked up at him and smiled, "I like briefs."
She began to rub again and he could feel his briefs getting wet. He should tell her to stop now, but that is not what he wanted.
