Alicia was 25 and had already been married for 5 years now. She was an intelligent and ambitious, Latina. Short in stature, but thick in hips. Her B-cups were a bit smaller than she was happy with, but she didn't mind at all that it was her rear-end that garnered the most attention. She was cute enough to be described as pretty, but not the kind of made-up beauty that would make her seem unattainable.
Alicia never dressed very provocatively, yet she always seemed to have a way with capturing the attention of the men around her. She knew how to play that game, being a subtle flirt without looking like a slut. She was the all-american girl that you wanted to take home to meet your mother.
David was a tech at the car dealership where Alicia had started working. Like all the other guys, David had noticed her from her first day at work.
From then on it was almost like an unspoken competition to see who could conquer the new girl in the finance department.
Over the next several month David and Alicia had started to become friends. Some of the girls in the office even teasing her that he was her "work boyfriend". Something that Alicia would just laugh off. Of course it was kinda true, they usually had lunch together, and David would find reasons stop by her desk several times a day just to make small talk.
It was a relationship that might make their spouses a bit jealous, but there was nothing inappropriate going on between them, and despite what the office rumor mill thought, Alicia and David were just friends... until that night.
It was a Friday and like usual, everyone was going out for happy hour after work. Alicia was looking forward to it. Her husband didn't particularly care for her co-workers, so often she had to skip happy hour because he didn't want to go, and she felt bad for going without him, but tonight... tonight he was working late and Alicia would be able to go out guilt free!
There was no doubt about it, she was drunk! It was a little past midnight and she had been drinking since she got to the bar at 6:00. It was partly David's fault. He had been feeding her drinks the whole night, but she didn't live far from where they worked, so she dropped her car off at her house before they came to the bar. David, of course, had already volunteered to give her a ride home.
"You know... you're really cute when you're drunk." He whispered into her ear as they were standing at the bar together, waiting for another round of drinks.
She laughed. He was hitting on her, but she was pretty used to that and if she was honest about it, she kinda liked it. Even though they had never done anything, she liked knowing that David wanted to fuck her.
"I'm not cute... I'm sure I'm a hot mess right now" She responded with her typical downplay of a compliment.
His hand reached down and he placed it against her lower back. Letting his hand trace down the back of her blouse, over her pants, until it was pressing directly against her ass.
"David..." She said in a protesting tone.
He ignored her.
"If you weren't married... I'd take you home and fuck the shit outta you!" He said with a wicked grin.
"Yeah, yeah... you're all talk!" She played it off with another little laugh and a teasing smile.
She spoke up again. "I'm going back to our friends" She smiled and turned, his hand falling off her ass as she moved away, returning the their small group of co-workers that was losing people by the minute as it got later into the evening.
Finally they were down to the last three, David, Alan, and Alicia. Alan had called a cab and said his goodbyes. As soon as he was out of the door David reached over to Alicia, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her into him before she had time to react or protest and he kissed her.
Alicia was shocked and drunk enough that she lost where she was and who was kissing her for a moment. It had been years since she felt the lips of another man and to her, his lips actually felt great. As she stood there in his arms, she let herself get lost in his passion. She loved to kiss and missed the days back in high school when boys were more than happy just to make out for hours.
After a few short moments that felt like forever, she finally pushed against his chest, separating her lips from his. "We can't..." She said in a hushed tone as her words denied what her body wanted.
"We just did." He responded, still holding her around her waist, pressed against him.
"David... we're both drunk... we can't do this... I need to go home" She continued to softly protest until he finally let go of her. He nodded. "I'll take you home."
And as if nothing had happened they slipped back into regular friendly conversation while David paid the tab and then walked to his car.
Before he started his car he looked over at her. "What?" She asked him nervous. Being stared at in silence made her uncomfortable.
She couldn't stand the silence anymore so she spoke up. "I'm sorry you spent so much money on me tonight..."
He shook his head. "It's no big deal... we had fun"
"Yeah, but I should have paid for my own drinks" She said, obviously feeling guilty about it now.
She sat up in her reclined seat. Looking at him with her big brown eyes that were glazed from the alcohol, and her hair not as perfect as it usually was, but she was still pretty.
"If you tell anyone about this, it'll be the first and last time I ever do this for you." She kept eye contact with him as she leaned in towards his lap, her hand reaching out and pressing against his crotch, squeezing gently at his manhood through his pants.
David didn't miss a beat. He recognized what she was doing... that look in her eyes. They had been getting closer and closer for a while now, and after a night of drinks, she was unable to fight it anymore.
Without hesitation he unfastened the top button of his pants, and tugged down the zipper as she began to make moves towards him. He didn't want to waste any time and risk her changing her mind. If he played his cards right, this could be a regular happening between them.
She eagerly reached her small hand into his boxers, wrapping her fingers around his thick member. Of course there were quite a few rumors about the size of David's cock and although there was never an exact number associated with the rumors, every woman in their office had heard the stories of how hung David was.
