Kendra was frustrated...again. After a decade of satisfaction with her sex life, things were slowing down. She was only 28, and looked and often felt much younger. But her social life had been deteriorating rapidly over the past few months. Her closest friends were people she had met in college, and they had disappeared, one by one, either to far away careers, or time-consuming families. Her best friend, Helen, had just been lured away across the country for a great salary. Helen had been the last to go.
But Kendra was stuck in a middle-sized town, although she never thought of it as being "stuck" until now. She loved her job as head of marketing for a local real estate developer, and it paid very well. She was respected, valued, and had a dependable staff, which ensured she never had to work the murderous hours that would be required of someone in her position in a bigger city.
Now, however, work was all she had. Her closest friends were now only as close as a long-distance phone call. Helen had been her barhopping buddy, and it wasn't nearly as fun without her. Kendra was getting closer with her roommate and sister, Penny, whom she loved dearly, but Penny had a boyfriend, and was too young for the bars, anyway. Kendra still managed to have fun every now and again—just last month, an evening of outstanding group sex had been on the menu—but things had been dead quiet ever since.
Loneliness had not been the only culprit, though. Kendra always had the answer to solitude with her smooth, darkly tanned skin, exotic brown eyes, and silky, black hair. She was just tall enough to stand out in a crowd, and her well-rounded hips and large, d-cup breasts were the icing on one hell of a tempting cake. Kendra didn't have to try to be sexy. She didn't have to flaunt her appeal. She simply oozed it.
The base of her problem was not the lack of sex, but the continuing presence of it in the form of Chris Walden, the executive sales manager at her company. Chris had been hired less than six months ago, and already showed a major impact. The company's profits had risen sharply, and Kendra agreed that even her job seemed easier with Chris' great input and contributions.
But his success wasn't the only sexy thing about him. He was genuinely warm and caring with everyone, a rare find in any executive Kendra had worked with before. She guessed his age at mid-30s, and he had a sophisticated, not-quite-rugged appeal, with a contagious smile that all the women in the office melted over. He had dark hair, a solid build, dressed well, and had a confident way about him all around. Kendra's secretary joked once that they should never let a picture of Chris get out in the open, because if Hollywood ever got a look at him, they'd steal him away and make him an instant star.
For six months Kendra had been working just a few doors down from this beauty, and for six months her attraction to him had been growing. They had been working particularly close this past month, spending a lot of time together, and Kendra was finding it harder and harder to concentrate with him in the room. She had long ago decided that she wanted him. She simply didn't realize until recently just how bad.
She was finally home following a rare long shift, still in her gray skirt and white blouse, and already well into her fourth glass of wine. One of her bosses had opted for an early start to the weekend, so she had shouldered an extra load—not exactly what she had hoped for on a Friday. As she downed the remnants of the glass, Kendra's mind wandered again to Chris, and how good it would feel to have his big, warm hands run over her calves. She remembered how good he smelled, and longed for the chance to get right up next to him, her nose just centimeters from that spot between his neck and shoulder, and inhale deeply.
"Oh, shit!" she spat to herself.
In her rush to finish her boss' responsibilities, Kendra had forgotten all about one of her own. She had a presentation to give Monday morning, and hadn't finished preparing. Most of the work was done—she needed to draw up a few charts and make some copies, basically. She tried convincing herself to just go in early Monday and do it then. But Kendra wasn't good with mornings, especially Monday mornings, and you never knew when the server was going to be down, or when the printer would have it's next fit.
It didn't occur to her that she probably shouldn't be driving until she was more than halfway back to the office. Of course, by then it was the point of no return. Better to continue on and sober up at work then to drive all the way back home.
She made it without incident.
But as she walked through the parking garage to the elevator, Kendra noticed a familiar car in the otherwise empty lot. There was only one guy in the office—probably the whole city—that owned a Jag, and his name was Chris Walden. Kendra didn't know cars all that well, but the black Jag was an older model, and in tip-top shape. It was a prized inheritance given to Chris—and his wife—when her father died. He drove it to work every Friday, unless it was raining, windy, or foggy.
Kendra's fantasies went into overdrive as she envisioned being in the dark office alone with Chris for the first time. They could knock over cubicle walls. They could scream as loud as they wanted. They could do it in every room, on every desk.
She was flush by the time the elevator reached her floor.
The office was dark, as expected, but Kendra could not find Chris. His computer was on, as was the light in the kitchen and break room, but he was nowhere to be seen, and the only answer to Kendra's calls was silence. Losing a bit of her nerve and remembering why she was there, she went to her office and got to work.
Her duties went faster than expected. Her secretary had already done most of the presentation; even the parts Kendra hadn't assigned her. In no time she was sending documents to the printer, and so she leaned back in the big, leather chair at the head of the conference table, and let her imagination keep her company as she waited.
She thought again about Chris, wishing he would come in here and throw her across the desk and make love to her. It was a cliché fantasy, sure, but it would be an oh, so satisfying one. She tried picturing him naked, wondering for the millionth time how big his dick was. Once she had that image, she threw herself in, also naked, with Chris embracing her from behind, running his hands up her sides, then cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. She would reach around and grab his heavy cock, then stroke it to life...
God, she wanted him.
No, Kendra corrected herself. She needed him. And this was the perfect chance. Who knows how long it would be before she got him alone again?
She hatched a bold plan, fully aware that the slight effects of the alcohol were helping to push her into it. It wasn't much of a plan, really, but if Chris was like any other hot-blooded man, it had a chance of working. She wasn't going to trick him, or seduce him, or even ask him out for a "coffee". She was just going to do what she was probably already going to do tonight, anyway. Except now she was going to do it the darkened boardroom.
Kendra unbuttoned the top three buttons on her blouse, revealing a beautiful landscape of cleavage and white bra. She looked down at herself, shrugged, and decided if she was going for it, she might as well go for it with everything. She untucked her blouse, reached back to unhook her bra, then took it off and stuffed it in her purse. Her cleavage was an even greater sight, and now she had erect nipples poking through the thin fabric of the blouse to go with it. She reached inside and tweaked them one by one, making them even harder.
The rush from what she was doing made her body shiver with excitement. She closed her eyes and thought again about his hard body, his perfect ass, his gorgeous smile. Kendra's body tensed and her breathing grew heavier. She strained to hear something to signify his being near, but all she could find was the printer on the other side of the office. Her patience was wearing thin, but that was okay. Being in this state of fear and arousal was more than welcome. She just worried about how long she could keep up the nerve to stay like this. Right now, chickening out was her only foe.
Minutes went by, and Kendra's imagination drew her closer and closer to a meltdown. She could actually hear her own heart thumping in anticipation. She was sweating from the thoughts spinning through her head about what would happen when he finally saw her. And it was with that thought that persuaded her to go further.
Right now Chris could walk by, see her, stare at her nearly naked chest, and just say a nervous "goodnight". Nothing was certain to happen, and Kendra certainly wanted something. She stood up and quickly removed her panties. She knew she had become wet, but was surprised at how damp they were as she wadded them up and put them in her purse. She couldn't help but touch herself as she sat back down, legs now slightly spread. Her finger slid up and down over her lips, slowly, delicately, spreading her moisture.
'God, I'm crazy,' she thought to herself. But she wasn't backing out. She had seduced guys before like this, so she knew what worked. She played out scenarios in her head about what to do when he found her. Should she quickly compose herself, act embarrassed, then wait for him to make the next move? Should she smile, spread her legs, and throw her feet up on the table with a smile?
But before she could decide, he was there.
The boardroom had windows on two sides. To Kendra's left were windows that faced outside, showing only the dark sky and the moon. To her right, the windows gave a view of the majority of the office, with it's maze of cubicles. Chris was standing on that side, near the door, his body hidden in shadow. There was no doubt he was facing her, shocked at what he was seeing.
Kendra hadn't noticed him move into that position. Her eyes had been open, though very slightly, but her imagination had captivated her attention. While Chris was supposed to be the stunned one, it was Kendra who nearly jumped out of her seat.
Instead, she handled her fear in another way. Once caught in the reality of the situation, she no longer felt in control. She didn't want him to see her like this. That is, she didn't want to face him. Not now. And if she became startled, he would know she had seen him. She would apologize, he would apologize...Kendra didn't want that, so she kept her cool, continued to touch herself, and watched him through the slits of her eyes. Her mind spun. She had put herself in a corner with no way out.
But something was pulling at her. Something she had missed. And then it hit her. He was still watching. Certainly most men would have turned right around, fearing the same confrontation that was consuming Kendra. But Chris had stayed. Did he know she had spotted him? If so, then her continuing was even bolder than the charade of "getting caught". Or was he just enjoying the show? Did he want Kendra as much as she wanted him, so much so that he was willing to stick around to see what would happen when she saw him?
Or was he just a creep?
Kendra didn't believe that last one, especially when he took half a step inside the boardroom. This was not a man hoping for a free show. He wanted something more, and was taking a big risk to get it.
Kendra felt that intense arousal she had entertained earlier begin to slowly take her back. She was now stroking herself not to keep him from knowing he'd been seen, but because she was actually that turned on. She was growing wet again, so wet that her finger squished with a whisper as she dipped it into herself. Her legs spread further apart, and she leaned back. The chair squeaked.
Slowly, Kendra fucked herself with her finger. Gradually she increased the movement, but she made sure not to go too fast. She wanted to enjoy this. She wanted him to enjoy this. And she wanted to give him time to find the nerve to do whatever it was he was intending. She watched him slowly, silently, take another step into the room. He was twelve feet away.
