Richard and Katherine both worked at a big company. They were in different departments, but they were mildly acquainted. Katherine was a tall, leggy brunette who worked in Accounts Payable. She dressed well and had a good body to dress. A nice round ass (perhaps a little big, she thought sometimes) and a nice pair of jugs—not huge but big enough to fill out a sweater nicely. Richard was a mid-level sales executive with boyish good looks, a flat belly, broad shoulders and a disarming smile.
On Tuesday afternoon they found themselves in a mandatory harassment seminar. Big companies do that sort of thing so they can defend the inevitable lawsuits that arise out of broken and unrequited relationships, etc. It tends to be really boring and unrealistic stuff.
Katherine was sitting next to Richard, kind of half way listening, but more focused on the good looking hunk from the mail room who was a couple of rows down. "I wonder how big his dick is?" she was thinking. "If you believe the gossip mill, he is a real stud."
Richard leaned over and whispered, "This is bullshit." He was leaning close enough so that she could feel the warmth from his body. It abruptly distracted her from the mail boy.
"What?" she said, trying to change tracks from the mail boy's dick to Richard's whisper.
"This meeting is bullshit," he repeated.
"Oh," she said. "It certainly is. The only thing that makes this job bearable is all of the screwing around that goes on here. Can you imagine what our jobs would be like if people actually lived like the lawyers want us to?"
"Shhh!" the severe looking older woman sitting next to Katherine admonished them.
Katherine felt duly chastised for a few moments. Then she got a gleam in her eye as she thought, "Well, if that old biddy doesn't want us to talk, there are other things I can do."
They were sitting at long tables in an amphitheater style lecture hall. Katherine slipped her foot nearest Richard from her pump and began to play footsie with him. He looked at her with a smile, and she responded with a mischievous smile that she hoped he would take as sexy. Richard put his hand on her thigh and began to fondle it through Katherine's lightweight dress. That started a fire in her crotch that was just delicious. Katherine responded by putting her hand in Richard's lap.
When Richard felt Katherine put her hand in his lap, his dick sprang to attention. "I want to fuck this girl," he thought. "I want to fuck her now. Wouldn't that be something, getting laid in a sexual harassment seminar?"
He started to ask her what she was doing after work, but she shushed him just like the old biddy had. Meanwhile, she gave his erect dick a firm squeeze through his trousers. He got the message—"Don't attract attention, and I will keep this up."
Katherine did just that for the next ten minutes while he continued to rub her thigh. "Shit, I wish I could play with my boobs," Katherine was thinking. "This is making me so horny."
Suddenly Richard pulled away and began to tap on his Blackberry.
"What is wrong with this guy?" Katherine thought. Then her iPhone buzzed. The old biddy gave her a sour look, but she pulled it out and opened the message. It was from Richard.
"I had to stop. You were going to make me cum. If I am going to cum in a sexual harassment seminar, I want to be fucking you when it happens."
Katherine tapped out a brief response: "☺ I like that." Then she typed out a longer one. "Don't feel alone. My panties are soaked."
Then another message: "Fucking in a harassment seminar? Wow! Now there's an idea. I always heard you sales guys were creative."
Richard typed out a response: "Meet me at the bar after work, but leave the panties behind."
"OK."
"Pay attention!" hissed the old biddy.
Two hours later Katherine climbed up on a bar stool next to Richard. He had commandeered two seats at the far end of the darkened bar. The place was full of people all of whom were drinking and chatting merrily and paying little or no attention to anyone else around them. After the barkeep delivered her order, she rotated on the stool so that her knees were pushed up against Richard's thigh.
"We might as well have come straight over here after the seminar. I didn't get anything useful done the rest of the afternoon. All I could think about was your idea of fucking during the harassment seminar," she said with a giggle.
Richard chuckled in response as he put his hand on her knee. "Pretty neat idea, huh?"
This time she laughed. "You are nuts."
"So you weren't tempted to stand me up?"
In answer to his question, Katherine reached in her purse and pulled out her panties and put them in his lap, giving his cock a stroke in the process. "Tell me, do those look like I was tempted to stand you up?" she asked.
Richard pulled the panties up to his nose and took a quick smell of her cunt juices. "Delicious," he said. "You really were wet. These are soaked."
"There's lots more where that came from." As she spoke, she pulled up her dress to mid thigh and spread her knees to provide Richard access. He tucked the panties in his jacket pocket and turned to take a sip from his drink. But the hand that wasn't on the drink was sliding up her thigh, and when it reached the soft hair of her pussy Katherine looked over her shoulder to confirm that they were being ignored by the noisy crowd in the rest of the bar and then spread her thighs just a bit more.
As he slid two fingers into her sloppy wet cunt, she said, "Oh fuck. I have been waiting all afternoon for this. Wouldn't it have been fun if we could have done this in that boring meeting? It would have given that old biddy a stroke." Then she leaned back to improve Richard's access to her pussy.
Richard laughed at the idea of having sex during a training session on sexual harassment. Then he shoved his fingers farther into Katherine's pussy. She gasped a bit.
