The office was quiet at this time of the morning. I came in to get some paper work done. The phones never sounded better. I had put some coffee and stopped for a bagel. The applications on my desk had been piling up and that was a good thing. I never heard Betty until she was standing behind me.
"Hey, you're early. Knock'em dead big guy." She was older then me. I liked older women and I had told her that many times before. But she was married and I just flirted with her. I would often drop a hint here and there. She never did back away from a conversation. I even told her she should have a web site and become a Mistress, a Dominatrix. She laughed as I walked by her and smacked my ass.
"Can't a guy be alone?" I winked at her. She winked back and turned to leave.
"When you finish with your filing come visit me in the kitchen."
"Ok, I'll do that." I figured she just wanted some company. Of course I didn't have all the information to complete the application. I'd have to call the clients later. Nothing else I could do. I figured it was time to go harass Betty.
"Done so fast," she saw me walk through the door and head for the coffee pot.
"No, I just can't get my mind off of you and that red hair of yours. You sure you're still married?" I loved asking her that question.
"Yeah, I am. Get your coffee and follow me." I was out the door walking besides her down the short hall. The small office in the back had a door and no windows. There was a TV, couch and a computer. Betty went straight to the computer.
"Checking your email", I said.
"Yeah, just jokes from you and my sister." She looked up at me with a surprised look.
"Look what we got here." I walked around to face the screen. It was a word document.
"Read this, could you do that for me?"
"Sure, anything for you." I leaned over the back of her chair and began to read.
"Hot enough for you?" I looked up from the garage to see Lisa hanging her head out the window. She had a sexy turquoise halter on. Her tits bounced back and forth as she spoke.
I knew what this was. I tried to hesitate a little but Betty would have no of that.
"Keep reading." So I did as I was told
"Now it's real hot with you hanging out the window." No bra, Lisa never wore a bra when it was this hot.
"I have a few cold beers in the fridge," she cooed. "Why don't you take a break sissy boy and wiggle your ass up the stairs for me and Karen." I almost fell on my face running up the stairs.
I had become engrossed with reading this story. I was also scared to death. Betty had found the story I had written on the computer. I had typed it the day before and submitted it to Literotica.
"You don't want me to read this to you, do you?
"Of course I do, I would not have asked you to read. So if you will be so kind, please continue." Her eyes were staring right at me. She was serious. I did have one way to end this right here.
"The girls will be here any minute. We can read it another time." I reached over her shoulder to click the screen off. She grabbed my hand before I got to the mouse.
"No, your going to read it to me, understood." Of course it was understood. I don't know if she knew how excited I had become by doing this.
"They are all gone until noon. Remember, they went to corporate today."
"What about," she cut me off before I finished.
"They are out in meetings." You are supposed to be here with me helping answer the phones. Remember?"
"Your right, but I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable." I really wanted to stop.
"Uncomfortable, Michael, I'm not the one uncomfortable. Just relax and read it. You wrote and I want to here you read it to me." She was serious.
I took a breath.
It was hot out, did I tell you that already. We were in the middle of a heat wave at the Jersey Shore. Things had slowed down a bit, people were on vacation, just moving a bit slower in this weather. The shore had been packed the last 6 weeks. Record crowds and too much traffic, all the locals bitched from Memorial Day through Labor Day. But we all knew the bottom line was the money made from the "Bennies". The Jersey Shore is a great place to live and play. Lots of money, lots of fun people. And the women, single, divorced, married, it didn't matter. On the job, after hours, they were all horny.
Betty told me to get the chair from the desk and get comfortable. She was relaxed, her head tilted to the left.