For those of you who didn't catch Chapter 3, here's a brief synopsis:
Jen and her married lover, Dan, have begun their affair. The office slime ball and peeper, Dave, knows of their affair and is looking to get a piece of Jen for himself, by blackmailing her. Jen's conflicted now. She's got to keep her affair with Dan private so neither will be fired yet she doesn't want to surrender to Dave, the peeping sleaze bag. To further complicate her emotions, Dave's sexual skills, lack of conscience, and raw lust actually appeal to the darker, whore side of her and make her want more of him.
Dave's just taken his first liberty with her in the company restroom as we begin:
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I went back to my desk, trying to hide my shame. Surely the smell of my drenched panties gave me away and if not, the rosy blush of sex that covered my face, throat, and chest would.
I saw Dave walk past my cubicle, glancing back at me as he passed. The glance wasn't like before; it wasn't lewd..it was knowing. Or perhaps I was just looking at him in a different light now.
I began the afternoon's tasks but couldn't forget what had just happened. My panties were so wet that I might as well throw them out. They weren't serving any purpose other than as a sponge. I quickly jotted to the ladies' room and grabbed a stall. I pulled the panties off and before disposing of them, I lifted them to my nose and breathed in the scent of Dan's cum and my juices. My mind began to drift as I thought of all the cock I'd had today and how good it all felt. Instead of tossing out my expensive, Victoria's Secret panties, I decided to leave them as a gift for my new lover...not Dan, but Dave. There's no way a married man like Dan could keep a memento such as this so why waste it on him?
With panties wadded in hand, I marched into Dave's office. He was sitting at his desk, office door open. He looked up as I entered the small office and sat there silently. I closed the door behind me, walked over to his desk with the sleek moves of a runway model, took his hand in mine, and pressed my saturated, sex filled panties into his palm. He smiled at me and graciously accepted them, placing them into his drawer. I knew full well that if Dave wanted, he could use those against me later. He could expose my infidelity to Dan or file a sexual harassment charge against me with our office practice. Worse, he could expose my affair with Dan to the senior partners, which would get Dan or I fired, but I didn't care. What he'd just done to me in that restroom made me feel so dirty and yet so strangely liberated that I wanted to see what else Dave might have in store for me. It was worth the risks!
I turned to leave but then paused. Before opening his door, I invited Dave to dinner at my apartment that night, and he accepted.
Knowing I didn't have much time to prepare a full course meal, I stopped by the store, sans panties, to pick up a few things for dinner. I wasn't sure that we'd even eat dinner but I was hoping that someone would be eating someone else before the date ended. As I strolled through the aisles, my private knowlege that I was not wearing panties made me feel delightfully naughty. I caught myself gazing at stock boys who were still in high school and smiling at managers who obviously had daughters my age. I wanted to fuck everyone! I relived my day in my mind and my juices began to flow...literally. I would be in my shower before I realized that I'd forgotten to pick up dessert.
Later that evening at my apartment
The candles were lit on the table. The food was heating in the oven. The doorbell rang at precisely 7:30 p.m., right on time. Before I answered my door, I checked myself in the mirror. My black crepe dress clung to all the right curves. Cleavage began where the dress dipped down yet didn't reveal everything. My silk stockings were run-free (unlike those I'd worn earlier in the day when Dan had fucked me at the hotel). And the black lace panties I'd once bought for a special evening with Dan, were now adorning my smooth pussy for Dave.
I smoothed my hair, smiled my broadest smile, and answered the door. Dave stood there in jeans and a crisp white, button-down oxford, flowers in one hand, a small gift box with a lovely purple coiled ribbon, and a smile to match mine. His eyes sparkled as he ran them over my body (he loved to undress all the women at the office with his eyes and you could just feel his stare as though it were hands mauling your clothing from your limbs). He leaned in and almost boyishly, kissed my cheek. He handed me the flowers and the gift.
"Hello Jen. Nice to see you again. These (the flowers) are for now and this (the box) is for later."
"Hi Dave. Thanks for coming." We both giggled at my unintentional pun and I let him inside.
Dave smelled wonderful. I could tell he'd showered since work and a hint of Irish Spring hung in the air as his lips brushed my cheek. I was dying to open my gift now but I held back and placed the gift on my kitchen counter.
We chatted as I retrieved dinner from my oven and he placed the flowers in a vase. I was surprised by his conversational abilities and newfound manners. His courtroom skill was well known around the office but thanks to his lecherous conduct, I had no idea that he was well-traveled, well educated, and lets not forget, HUNG! I was impressed in more ways than one by this formerly disgusting man. And I knew that if the girls at work found out about this side of Dave, I'd either be laughed out of the office coffee pool or forced into competition for his big cock. I found myself enjoying his company and reveling in the memory of the sex he'd given me earlier.
The conversation flowed as smoothly as the wine during our meal and I couldn't resist kicking off my stiletto under the table and running my silk-encased toes up his leg. I could not get over how witty and charming Dave could be, especially after the things he'd said to me, the panties he ruined, and the way he'd fucked me this afternoon. This must be how he lured so many other women into bed (at least those he didn't pay)...this lounge lizard lawyer was cleaned up nicely. I don't know when or how he went from that annoying, creepy man at work to this helpful, engaging man in my apartment but I wanted to know more and lets face it, the man was making me incredibly HORNY!
After dinner, we took our wine to the living room. I'd put on some light jazz, kicked off both stilettos, and curled my legs under me as I looked into his eyes and hung on his every word.
At one point, I had to stop Dave to apologize for not remembering to pick up dessert. "I'm sorry Dave, I meant to get something truly decadent but I was in a hurry." Dave didn't need to know that I was not as much in a hurry at the store as I was mentally fucking the whole store staff and simply found myself thinking with my cunt instead of my brain.
"That's fine Jen. The something decadent that I want doesn't come from a store," he said as he ran his fingertips up my thigh, pushing my hem far above my knee, "I'd like to give you dessert." I could've blamed the wine but after my time with Dave in the attorney restroom, I knew it was my own lust that made me say "Yes Dave, I think I'd like that...quite a bit." My love for my married Dan seemed to be curbed by the anticipation of another tryst with Dave.
Dave took my glass and placed it on the coffee table with his. He moved closer and leaned in to kiss me. I slid my palm to his cheek and ran my fingers back into his hair, bringing his face closer to mine. Our mouths opened and fit like a puzzle. Our tongues darted and danced as though they'd known each other for years. I moaned into his mouth as he caressed my thigh and reached his hand under my ass cheek, pulling me up onto his lap. Our kiss never broke as I straddled his lap. My dress was hiked up past my thighs, the panties sneaking out below my hem. Dave picked me up and carried me, still kissing me, into my bedroom.
My legs slid down his body until my feet touched the floor. His hands ripped at the zipper of my dress, almost tearing it (the man had no respect for anything I wore). He pulled the dress from my shoulders, sucking and biting at my throat and shoulders. I felt devoured and LOVED it!
