Prologue
This fictional offering has a bit of something (seduction/fetish, voyeurism, incest, anal, transsexualism, lesbian, etc) for most interests, and should fit comfortably into any of several different categories. As with my other Literotica submissions, it is written with the intent being to titillate/arouse, amuse, and entertain. My writings here have only the above goals, and to hone my short-story skills, so as to be better able to convey clear, concise thoughts with some sense of continuity. It is not written with a premise of any moralistic, socialistic, or sexual judgments, and is not intended to impose any such standards on the reader. It is also not written to meet the depth standards of a big screen movie, or a made-for-TV-movie. If you seek titillation/arousal, amusement or entertainment, and an easily followed story flow, you are the target audience for this story.
Chapter 1
The reflection of herself in the mirror made Danielle smile. She pulled back her shoulders and thrust her belly out. Her breasts stood up high and firm, the pink nipples round and hard. She stroked her buds gently, feeling the tips harden, then moved down across the firm belly to her pubis. The only clothing interrupting the smooth lines of her tanned flesh was her black garter belt and sheer silk stockings. Otherwise, she was naked. She arched herself even further, moving her fingers around the perimeter of her cunt, and tracing the soft, lightly trimmed triangle of hair that covered her thickly swollen sex lips. Danielle sighed when she touched them, then quickly dropped her hands to the upper ridge of her sheer silk garters.
"Why?" she whispered to herself. "I've done almost everything possible, and still..."
She stopped herself and dropped her hands to her sides. In her mind, the image of Jerry Forsdyck took shape. He was naked, and his cock hung thickly between his legs. Danielle imaged Jerry staring hungrily at her, his breathing rapid, and his penis rising to a full erection. She imagined dropping to her knees and holding his cock, bringing the swollen head against her cheek, and finally sucking it into her mouth. In her fantasies, Danielle could sense the excitement coming from Jerry—his urgency and need.
Danielle cursed suddenly, turning away from the mirror and the erotic visions that had been flowing through her mind. She had to succeed in her planned seduction of Jerry—she just had to!!
The beautiful woman moved into the kitchen of her small house, and poured a cup of coffee. Her two teenaged children, Judy and Randy, were ready to leave for the day; Judy to school, and Randy was going off to his apprenticeship job. Danielle hugged them both lovingly, and sent them on their way. She looked at the clock and realized with excitement that, within one hour, she would be sitting in Jerry Forsdyck's outer office, typing his letters and taking his calls.
As she had for the past six months, Danielle told herself that today would be the day. She had spent the previous evening shopping for a pair of the most beautiful sheer silk stockings she could find. Then, to accent them she had spent more than she could afford on a pair of extremely high spiked heels. She was planning to use her gorgeous legs as her weapons, and she wanted them as alluring as possible.
Along with her sense of anticipation, Danielle felt a sense of desperation. She had been trying to get her boss into bed for a long time. She knew he was a married man with children, but she was past the point that it would stop her. Jerry was the sexiest man she had ever known. To Danielle, like all women in the passion of animal heat, nothing else mattered. She wanted one thing, and that was Jerry Forsdyck between her legs. She would try anything to get him there. That was the reason for her desperation. She had tried practically everything, and nothing had worked. The idea of the sheer silk stockings had come from Terri, her next door neighbor and best friend.
"You've got legs that would drive any man insane. You're crazy if you don't use them," Laura had said.
Something about the way Laura eyed her legs as she talked left Danielle a bit unsettled, but she had taken her friend's advice. And now, as she slipped on a tight black miniskirt and blouse, she hoped Laura's advice had been right.
Jerry Forsdyck strolled into the office and smiled at Danielle with his usual good cheer. The time had come. Danielle smiled back, then swiveled around in her chair. She slowly hiked the already short skirt up to the top rim of her stockings. As she moved her legs apart, her skirt rode even higher on her legs. Now, all of her beautiful legs were exposed, and Jerry could clearly see pubic hairs, exposed just beyond the hem. Jerry glanced down at the silk stockings and pussy hair show, a spark flashed in his eyes, and he quickly turned away.
Danielle watched him disappear into his office and tried to calm herself. That had been as much of a reaction as she had ever been able to elicit from her boss. For the first time since she began to lust madly after him, Danielle felt a ray of hope.
But noon came, and Danielle was again beginning to doubt that she would ever feel Jerry's hard cock driving into the long, wet slit between her legs. So, at lunch time, Danielle went out and bought an even more dramatically revealing dress. When Jerry Forsdyck returned to his office from lunch, Danielle was at her desk and ready for him. Her legs were ravishing in the sheer stockings. The new dress was full, but deeply slit up the sides, revealing an expanse of white thigh and the straps from her garterbelt.
Danielle watched closely as Jerry strolled by and noticed him slow his pace when he saw her legs. Danielle shifted in the chair and allowed her dress to fall open, revealing all of her thigh. She had chosen to not wear any panties, and the dark shadow of her pussy showed. Overcome by her own erotic display, Danielle moaned in arousal, and lewdly spread her legs wide apart, fingering her lips open, so that that Jerry couldn't help but get a lasciviously hot view of her cunt.
The moment seemed to suspend itself as Jerry stood above her. Danielle smiled up at him, then lowered her glance to his groin. She moaned again when she saw the bulk of his penis stretching against his trousers. He was getting an enormous erection. As soon as Jerry realized what was happening to him, he backed out of the reception area and literally ran to his office.
Danielle stood immediately and walked to the washroom. She locked the door, lifted her dress and placed her hands between her thighs. She began feverishly working her pussy with her fingers, massaging her erect clitoris, and thrusting her fingers deeply into the hot slit. The sight of Jerry with an erection had driven her crazy, and now she had to relieve the tension.
Danielle returned to her desk, momentarily satiated. But she knew it would not be enough. She knew that she would have to make a much bolder move than she had already tried that day. In her mind Jerry was already between her legs, and there was no way she would have any peace until her fantasies were realized.
The door to his office was locked. Danielle knocked twice before he opened it. He appeared flustered and smiled weakly.
"Yes, Danielle?"
"I have to speak with you, Mr. Forsdyck..."
He stepped aside and Danielle walked into the office. Jerry quickly took his seat behind his desk, and waved Danielle to a chair. She sat down, allowing her dress to once again rise high onto her meaty thighs. She felt the juices inside her pussy begin to flow again, and the heat swelled through her like a fire.
"Now, what's on your mind?" Jerry asked.
"Don't you know, Mr. Forsdyck?" Danielle countered.
"I... I'm afraid—I don't."
Danielle extended her hands out towards Jerry, then reached down and took hold of the hem of her dress. Slowly, she pulled the dress up, first to the top of her sheer stockings, then across her bare thighs. She stopped just short of her dark triangle.
"I think you do know, Mr. Forsdyck," Danielle said softly, her voice filled with a husky sexuality.
"I think you've known for a long time. I mean, I've been pretty obvious."
