The Favors

This incident happened probably 15 years ago, back when I was single. I met Robin on my first day of work at my present company. She was the secretary responsible for processing all the benefits paperwork and those kinds of records for all new employees. She looked to be about 40, had rich dark brown skin, shoulder-length hair, and was a little on the chunky side. To be blunt, she was pretty unremarkable as women went, especially from the perspective of a twenty-something male.

Fast forward a couple years, I was now a contract negotiator and Robin had moved up to handle the logistical arrangements for our travel and other things. Both of our advancements resulted in being assigned our own offices. Well sort of. The way our company chose to handle this was that the large room that was originally meant for one person was divided into two smaller cubicles taking up the back half of the room. They were fairly spacious and somewhat private, the cubicle walls were probably six feet high, and so it wasn't easy to see over them. The front half of the room was taken up by some assorted furniture, a mismatched sofa and end table with a lamp on it, and an odd chair that we used as a coat rack in the winter. We jokingly called it our waiting room.

Over the next year or so, Robin and I really got to know one another. She always dressed very nicely, had a group of ladies that would stop by once a day to talk to her, seemed very involved with her two kids and her church, and overall just seemed like a great person. She always dressed well and she sold Mary Kay cosmetics, so her makeup and skin always looked flawless and she usually smelled REALLY good. Despite this, I never really had any sexual thoughts about her, like I said, she was pretty unremarkable. And plus, I was too busy chasing the big-titted blonde girl a couple offices away.

One afternoon, I was busily working on putting the finishing touches on a recently concluded deal. "Hey Robin," I said, getting up from my desk and walking over towards her cubicle. I tapped on the metal edge of the cube to announce my presence. "I have a quick question on the Schroeder deal."

As I stepped inside her cube, I happened to glance at her computer monitor. My breath caught in my throat. Robin was looking at a site selling lingerie, and several scantily clad beauties were displayed on her screen.

"I forget which hotel we're putting their execs in," I stammered, pretending not to notice. "Can you refresh my memory?"

Robin's finger frantically clicked the mouse, trying to close out of the website, and I noticed she was blushing.

"Yes, yes, I have it right here. Just give me a minute."

"I can come back if you want," I replied, trying to put her at ease.

"No, here it is," she replied, pulling herself together.

I thanked her for the information and turned to head back to my cube. She lightly placed a hand on my arm. "Please don't say anything to anybody about what you saw on my screen," she implored.

Now it was my turn to blush. I hadn't been sure if she had noticed that I saw the nearly naked models on her screen, but now that I knew she had, I felt like I was the guilty one. "I won't," I promised.

"I was looking at it because I want to buy something."

Now I really blushed. The last thing I wanted to know about was this middle-aged woman's underwear and, probably more important, why such a woman would be interested in something as skimpy as what I'd seen on the screen. I didn't know what to say, so I nodded and took another step towards my cube. She touched my arm again.

"Would you mind helping me?" she asked again.

"Sure, I think, what do you need?"

"Well," she hesitated, licking her lips and fidgeting in her chair. It was clear whatever it was made her feel uncomfortable. And to tell you the truth, it was making me a little uncomfortable too. "I want to buy something off that site I was looking at to surprise my husband. It's our anniversary coming up and, well," another pause and more fidgeting, "well things haven't been very good in the intimacy department lately. A couple of my girlfriends suggested buying something like that as a way to get him interested. They've made a bunch of recommendations about what I should get, but they're all women. And, well, I'd like to get a man's perspective on what he finds attractive. I don't know for sure, but I suspect what we think is sexy might be a little different from what you guys like." She finished speaking, took a long drink of water from the bottle on her desk, and leaned back in her chair seemingly spent from the effort of asking for my help.

I took a minute to collect my thoughts. This situation was so far out of the ordinary from what I was used to with this lady. I couldn't even believe it was the same person. "Uh, well, I have to say that this kinda caught me off guard. That said, I think your girlfriends have given you some good advice. And as far as helping out, I'd be happy to. What would you like me to do?"

"Oh thank you!" she said smiling and rising to give me a hug. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate it. I'd just like it if you could take a look at the four or five options I've picked out and tell me which one you think would do the trick."

"That I can do," I replied. "I'm certainly not going to complain about looking at some more of those pretty girls." We both laughed.

"Are you able to do it now?" she asked.

"Now? Uh, well sure, I suppose we could do it now."

"Great! I want to order it today so it'll be here by this weekend."

I stood behind her chair looking over her shoulder as she brought up the website again and went to her shopping cart. Was this really happening? I wondered if this would be something I should tell the guys about over beers this weekend. Probably not. It just felt a little weird, like helping your aunt or your mother's friend pick out a sexy swimsuit. And then, there they were, five different outfits of lace and other materials in black, white, and red. Most were bra and panty sets. I had trouble focusing initially, the one brunette model was extremely hot, and my cock twitched with lust. I'd have to put this one in my spank bank.

"Honestly Robin, all of these are really nice and uh, well, sexy, but if you're really looking to send a message to your husband, I think you might need something a little different. For starters, a lot of these sets are pretty complicated, lots of snaps and hooks and stuff. That can be a turnoff to a guy. Most times, well, we want," I trailed off, not knowing how far to take this conversation with this prim and proper lady.

"Most times you guys just want easy access," she finished my sentence.

I nodded. "May I take over for a minute?" I asked.

"Of course," she answered, pushing away from her desk and standing up. As she did, her bare arm brushed against mine. I remember noticing how smooth her skin felt. And, yes, she smelled delicious that day as well.

I sat down at her desk and began to sort through some of the lingerie in the online catalogue. "Here's something I would suggest," I said after a couple minutes of browsing. "It's very simple, but it will definitely get the point across. And, if I may be so bold, I think you would look really good in it."

"You're making me blush again," she giggled as she moved in for a closer look at what I picked out. It was simple indeed, a black teddy trimmed in lace. It had what they called a plunging neck line, which, based on the pictures, really showed off and accentuated the perky breasts of the model. I didn't think my officemate's tits were nearly that perky, but I knew her husband would probably love the view. "Just this?" she asked.

"Yes, I think this will do the trick just fine. There's a matching thong that you can get with it, but I don't know how you and/or your husband feel about that. Some ladies hate thongs, so it's up to you."

"There not my favorite, but if you think it'll get him more in the mood, I'd wear it."

"Then I'd get it just to be safe. Maybe you can drop hints about thongs over the next couple days and try to worm out of him if he likes them. I'd rather you have it and not need it."

"Done." She said firmly. "That's what I'm going to buy. Thank you again so much for helping an old lady out with this."

"You're far from an old lady," I assured her. "And, again, if I can be frank, I think the combination of how good you'll look wearing this, how good you smell, and how smooth your skin is, your husband will be all over you."

She laughed. "I hope so. And if it works, I'll take you out for lunch."

The rest of the week passed uneventfully. Neither of us mentioned the purchase or her pending rendezvous with her husband. By the time Friday afternoon rolled around, I had almost forgotten about the whole thing. Work had been extremely busy and I was ready to start my weekend with a couple cold beers and hopefully the hot chick down the hall. Robin finished work before me and gathered her stuff together to leave for the weekend. I heard her open the door to the hall.

"Hey, don't leave yet," I called. She turned around and came back in the office. "I just wanted to wish you good luck. I hope you have an amazing weekend."

"Thanks," she grinned. "I hope so too. I'll tell you all about it on Monday morning."

"Not too many details," I said, "I'm not sure my virgin ears have heard that kind of talk before." We both laughed and she headed out on her way.

Friday night didn't turn out so well. All my guy friends were busy with family obligations, and the hot chick from work wasn't interested, so I just decided to hang out at my apartment and maybe get a little extra sleep. As I lay there drifting off, my thoughts for some reason turned to Robin. I wondered how the teddy I picked out was working for her. I wondered if she was busy getting her pussy pounded at that very moment. I could just picture her in it, smell her delicious scent, and feel that smooth skin. I wondered if she rubbed those scented lotions she used on her thighs. I bet it would smell heavenly with my face buried between them. Before I knew it, my imagination was running wild, and of course, I had to jerk off. Wasn't that ironic, I jerked off to my middle-aged officemate before I used the image of the hot brunette lingerie model! What was happening to me?

The rest of the weekend wasn't much better and, to tell you the truth, I couldn't wait to get back to work on Monday. I got in early, made a pot of coffee, and started wading through some of the emails I'd received over the weekend. Robin came in quietly about an hour after I did. She went straight to her cubicle, dropped her briefcase on the floor, and sat down heavily in her desk chair. I could tell right away something was wrong, but I didn't know if I should ask. Finally, after another hour or so, I worked up the courage to go see how things went.

"Terribly," she said sullenly. "It couldn't have been much worse."

"I'm so sorry Robin. I guess I didn't know what I was talking about after all."

"No, it wasn't that. It's just," she paused and I could see tears welling up in her eyes. "It's just that my husband is a rude insensitive man. And I'm beginning to wonder if he still loves me," she blurted, the tears flowing freely. "When I came to him wearing the outfit, the first thing he asked me was how much it cost. Then he said it seemed like a waste of money and that somebody with," she paused again, sniffling and trying to fight back a sob. "Somebody as big as I am shouldn't wear an outfit like that."

I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. Sure, she had a few extra pounds on her, but that was just downright mean to say, especially to your wife who had given you a couple kids. "I'm so sorry," I repeated, "is there anything I can do to help?"

"No. I just appreciate you listening. You're the only person I've told so far, and I don't think I'm going to tell anyone else. I'll just lie to them. And send back the stupid outfit after work," she said blowing her nose and wiping her tears. Her makeup had run badly by now. "I just wanted him to grab me and ravish me. To show that he still desires my body. Maybe even lusts after me. But I guess that's too much to ask," she blew her nose again and began rummaging through a stack of papers on her desk. "I'm sorry to bother you with this. I'll be fine, just go back to work."

I again apologized and searched my mind for something that I could say that might help put her at ease. Nothing came to mind, so I headed back to my desk. Just after lunch, I was reading through a draft contract trying not to fall asleep when I heard movement behind my chair.

"Knock knock," Robin said, preferring to use that method rather than tapping on the cubicle wall to let me know she was there. "Do you have a minute?"

"Sure," I said, swiveling my chair around to face her. "How can I help?"

"Well first, I wanted to apologize for my outburst this morning. It was totally unprofessional and, beyond that, wasn't fair to you. You don't need to know what's going on in my marriage and all that kind of stuff."

"Robin, no apology is needed. I really feel bad about how things went. I just wish there was something I could do to help."

"Um, well, the other reason I came over was to ask another favor of you. And this one is a little, uh, I guess unconventional might be the right word."

"Ok, what is it?" I asked, somewhat intrigued.

"Uh, I don't know how to say this, so give me a minute. Um, well I'm sending back the outfit I bought, but before I do, I was wondering if I could, if you would, uh look at me in it?" she nervously shifted her weight from foot to foot.

I was stunned. "Do you mean you want to wear it for me?" I asked in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, it was stupid," she said, turning to walk away.

"No, wait a minute, I just want to clarify what you mean and expect from me."

"Yes, I want to wear it for you, so you can look at me and give me your honest opinion about how I look in it. I want to know if he's telling the truth. If it turns out he's right, maybe there's something I can do to take care of the problem and make things better. If it turns out he's lying, well, I need to know that too."

"If you're serious about this, I'll guess I'll help, but are you sure you've thought this through? To lots of people, a married woman parading around in an outfit like that in front of a man other than her husband might be considered cheating. Plus, how do you intend to pull this off?"

"I don't worry too much about what others think. And as far as doing it, I thought we could wait until late this afternoon when most everybody is gone for the day. We could lock the door, you could wait in your cube while I change in mine, and then I'll stand over by the sofa and tell you to come look. I'll do a quick spin to show front and back, and then it'll be over."

"I see you've thought this through," I said thoughtfully. I had to confess, this was starting to turn me on. Something about watching a woman model lingerie for me in my office just felt a little naughty, but in a good way.

"I have, and I really want to do it. What do you think?" She seemed a little bolder now, like maybe her confidence went up a bit since I didn't reject her idea out of hand.

"Ok, I'll do it." I thought she was going to kiss me she was so happy. She went back to her desk and I tried to resume concentrating on my work for the remainder of the afternoon, but all sorts of increasingly sexual thoughts and scenarios began playing in my mind. The hours slid slowly by and the nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach continued to grow. Honestly, I felt as nervous as a kid on prom night. What should I say if she didn't look good? What should I say if she looked awesome? The more I thought about it, the more I realized this was really putting me in an awkward situation. I think very few men would welcome the task of telling a lady that she didn't look good.

At around 6 PM, Robin stuck her head around the corner of my cube and said, "Are you ready? I think pretty much everybody on this floor is gone for the day."

"I'm ready when you are, you're the one running this show. No pun intended," she giggled and walked over to the office door, turning the key and flipping the light switch before heading back into her cube. The light from the lamp beside the sofa was the only light in the room.

"Ok, I'm going to get changed. You wait there and I'll call you when you can come out."

"Very well," I said, leaning back in my chair. I listened to the sounds of her undressing, the butterflies beating furiously in my gut. The moment of truth was almost at hand.

"Ok," she nearly whispered, "come on over and see for yourself."

I rose quickly, my knees shaking a bit, exited my cubicle, and moved to a spot in front of the sofa. She stood with her back to me. The teddy was long enough to cover about the top third or maybe a little more of her very ample ass cheeks. I could see the thin black strand of the thong nestled deep between them. The backs of her thighs running all the way down to her ankles were a little on the thick side, but I could tell by looking at them that the skin was smooth as silk. On her feet she wore a pair of black heels that were probably four inches high; definitely a nice touch. All in all, she didn't look bad.

Then she slowly turned to face me and the sight that greeted me was amazing! The teddy definitely brought out her large breasts, probably C cups and much firmer and perkier than I had expected, which stuck out prominently; the nipples obviously protruding through the sheer material. She wore a gold necklace, a diamond pendant nestled in the area between her boobs. Her tummy wasn't exactly flat, but still not bad. The front of her legs looked a little more appetizing than the backs, deliciously smooth, and I felt myself wondering how or if she trimmed her pussy. As if she sensed my desire to see between her thighs, she raised the front of the teddy and ever so slightly spread her legs to show that she was indeed wearing the accompanying thong. I couldn't help but notice the lack of hair. Wow, she went all out! Finally, her toes were painted a hot pink, which for whatever reason, has always been something that has turned me on.

She smiled at me. I guess she could tell that I liked what I saw, based on the fact that my jaw was probably on the floor. "You're gorgeous!" I breathed.

"Why thank you. Do you really mean it?"

A sudden impulse took hold of me. In four short strides I moved to where she stood, put a hand on either side of her head, and gave her a deep kiss. My tongue probed gently at her lips. At first she resisted, trying to pull away, then opened her mouth and intertwined her tongue with mine. I quickly broke off the kiss and told her to lie down on the sofa. Again, she hesitated, and I gently pushed her down to a sitting position. "I'm going to show you how beautiful you are and how much you've turned me on. Now, first take off that thong, and then lay back with your legs spread." Without a word she did as she asked, sliding it off and dropping it on the floor. I began by starting at her feet, licking, sucking, kissing, and breathing in her delicious smell from her toes to her nose. Pausing at a few places in between to give some extra attention. Her breathing quickened and I could tell she was enjoying it.

After teasing a bit more, I spread her legs wide, putting an arm under each, and moved my face so it was just inches from her shaved pussy. I breathed in the smell, a combination of some scented lotion and her wetness. I exhaled my hot breath on her clit and heard her moan in pleasure. Carefully I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and gently inserted my tongue, tasting her tangy juices for the first time. I slowly fucked her with my tongue, then licked up her slit to her swollen clit, taking it in my mouth and began to suck her.