For all my avid readers, my devious little mind went to work on another set of very unusual games. The story is a bit long because chapter stories aren't allowed in the contest, so for those of you who love the long buildup...Enjoy. For those of you who have to shake the Christmas packages before Christmas, jump about half way down and enjoy the games.
Thanks to Paul for the edit on this story. I know it was a big job on short notice!
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"Hi David. What's for lunch?" Tina asked as she stepped into my office with a brown lunch bag in her hand, giving the door a little push so the closer swung it shut as she stepped over to the extra chair that sat next to my desk.
"Same as always. Ham and Cheese. How about you?" I answered as she leaned back in the chair and propped her bare legs on the corner of my desk.
"Tuna salad!" she answered with a smile as she pulled her sandwich out of the sack and began unwrapping it. "So, have you decided to go with me to the party?"
"Tina, we've been over this. You're twenty years younger than I am. Hell, I have a daughter almost as old as you are. Why would you want me to take you to the company Christmas party? Why not go with someone more your age?"
"Ya know? I think it's my choice who I want to be with, and if there's a bit of an age difference what's the big deal?" She argued, setting the sandwich down as she swung her legs off the desk and leaned toward me, crossing her arms and leaning them on the desk where her legs had been moments before. "Now... It's just a party. We go. We have some fun. Maybe we even have a little fun afterwards. Now what could be so bad about that?"
"Tina..." I started.
"David stop!" She said sharply as she got up from the chair. She walked silently, and almost angrily, to my office door, but instead of leaving she pushed the lock button on the handle. She turned and faced me, leaning her butt against the door. After several long seconds of staring at me she pushed away and walked slowly over to my desk and around it. She pushed the back of my chair to swivel it around to face her. Hiking her already short skirt up almost to her waist, she stepped one leg over the arm of my chair, reaching for the back of my chair for support and then slid onto my lap, her other leg sliding over the other arm.
I stared at the tiny white panties she had on, stretched tight across her pussy, a dark stain of wetness in the middle of the crotch. "David, I sat for long hours being a shoulder for you to cry on when you needed it for the last two and a half years. Losing your wife that way would tear any guy up. I've done everything I know how to do to get you back into the game, get you to start living again! David, I care a lot about you and it's time you start enjoying life again. How long has it been since you had sex? What two and a half years? It's time for you to climb back on the horse or let someone else climb on for a ride!"
"So what, you want to jump my bones because you think it'll make me feel better?" I asked feeling a bit irritated. "She's only been gone less than three years."
"Come on David. You and I both know you weren't an angel when she was alive, I don't know why you seem to think that now she's gone that you have to somehow be faithful to her."
"What do you mean I wasn't an angel?" I asked.
Tina leaned forward slightly, pulling her hands down to my chest and pressing both of them to me as she leaned forward until her nose was inches from mine. "You know Elena Fuentes, don't you? The hot looking Latino lady down in HR?"
"Yeah, I think so," I answered.
"Oh I know so. She comes in here once a week and gets you to sign off on the time sheets. You know, the form that she just e-mails out to all the rest of the supervisors? I've seen her come by, stopping to unbutton two extra buttons on her blouse so you can see more of those huge double D's when she leans over."
"I..I don't..." I stammered defensively.
"Oh honey, don't worry. Elena and I are friends, have been since she started here a little over a year ago. It's ok if you look, actually I take it as a good sign. Anyway...Elena knew a nice young lady over at Eco, a young lady that I think you knew? A Miss Bently?"
I groaned quietly.
"Oh you DO remember Miss Bently! According to Elena, Miss Bently says that the second floor supply room will never be the same now that you don't work there anymore. Now what do you suppose she meant by that?"
"Okay, okay. Yes there's the possibility that I might have met Miss Bently once or twice." I said evasively.
"Uh huh. Once or twice...a week. And from the way I hear it riding your cock was like shooting her to the moon. Now you didn't have a problem with her being fifteen years younger than you, so why is it a problem if I'm younger than you are? Come on David. In the last two and a half years I've gotten so very close to you. Let me get the rest of the way." She reached for one of my hands, now resting on her bare thighs and slowly pulled it down between her legs and pressed my fingers against the wet spot on her panties. She rubbed them gently up and down the warm wet spot and then lifted my fingers to my nose. "Can you smell how much you turn me on? I'm wet like that every day after lunch. I go back to my desk with my pussy tingling, wishing that I had tossed my sandwich aside and climbed onto your lap just like this. Climbed onto your lap without any panties on, unzipping your pants and pulling your hard fat cock out and rubbing it against my hot wet pussy. Yeah, that does turn you on doesn't it? I can feel your cock pressing against my ass, growing big and hard. Would you like to see my pussy? Would you like for me to unzip your pants and rub your big head against my wet pussy?"
"OH geez!" I groaned as she rubbed a finger up and down her wet crotch and then hooked her finger in the fabric and pulled it aside exposing her shaved meaty pussy lips, her feathery inner lips peeking out at me.
"Yeah, you do, don't you. Want me to fuck you right here? Fuck your fat cock right here in your desk chair?"
"That wouldn't be a good idea." I answered, reaching my hands to her sides and trying to lift her off my lap.
