My most sincere thanks to cutiepie8976 for editing the story. Any shortcomings, if any, are entirely on my account.
CHAPTER TWO
Samantha felt uneasy.
As she dressed for the office in the morning, she kept thinking about the manner in which Bob was slowly but surely invading her thoughts. He was an attractive man. No doubt about that.
From what he had told her, he was divorced and had a child from his previous marriage. The mother had gotten sole custody of the girl after the divorce settlement. He had changed his company to move out of the city and had eventually joined their client's office a few months back.
Their initial meeting had therefore been quite formal.
Bob was courteous - good at his work. At times, when he was deeply into explaining some finer points of the project, she would gaze at his firm jaw line, his masculine features and wonder what broke up his marriage. Or did his wife get attracted to somebody else?
He was attracted to her.
She could discern the primal call of a male to a female.
Whenever he would look at her while talking she could discern another more primitive intense force working between them.
And such thoughts invariably sent a crackle of electricity through her body.
"What's come over me?" thought Samantha as she switched on her computer to start another day at the office.
"I seem to be behaving like a school girl who has a crush on her teacher." She smiled and tried to concentrate on her work.
As her fingers flitted over the button keys of her laptop, Samantha began thinking of how it would be to have Bob standing next to her in her cabin, leaning over her shoulders, explaining some point on the screen. Her body began to heat up at the erotic, sensual thoughts of his strong hands touching her body, his warm breath caressing her skin.
Samantha leaned back on her chair and closed her eyes, imagining Bob caress her neck, his fingers slowly tracing down to the hem of her skirt and then upwards over her soft skin, making her tingle all over, nipples hardening in anticipation.
Samantha's hands moved over her firm breasts, cupping them and then pinching her erect nipples. She let out a soft gasp. I so want you to touch me, to want me, to be here, watching me. She slid her hand down across her tummy, towards her thighs, as she thought of Bob taking her by her hand to the couch.
Samantha slowly started to circle her clit, her other hand still pinching her hard nipples. Her fingers slide to her opening, spreading the wetness back to her clit. She sighed. It felt so velvety, so ready to take him, for him to have her.
She slipped a finger inside. Mm, yes, yes, that's it, mmm, fuck me. Oh yesss. Samantha slide another finger inside, deeper, deeper, thrusting, visions of Bob filling her.
Her pussy pulsed around her fingers, milking them, milking Bob. Her hips pushed upwards. Oh God, oh yes, here it comes, she felt the heat rising in her pussy, searing thru her trembling body. She could not hold back any longer. She threw her head back, her fingers slowing, though still circling her clit as waves of pleasure flowed coursed thru her whole body.
She slowly ride out the climax, relaxing, picturing Bob there, above her, having her.
In the afternoon Bob rang up.
"Hi Sam, how's the day going?" His throaty, manly voice sweeping over her body.
"Ah, I have some people coming over later. Did you clear up those queries?" replied Samantha.
"Yeah sure, now let me explain you the design changes," continued Bob.
As Bob spoke about the modifications his office wanted, Samantha couldn't stop herself from thinking what he was wearing for the day.
Samantha spread her legs and slipped a hand underneath her skirt. In a way her morning fantasy seems to be turning into a reality, albeit over the phone. She began playing with her pussy from above her panties as she continued to hear his rich, deep voice.
She was heating up.
Her breathing was getting short and her panties were wet with her flowing juices. Her clit was pulsing.
She had to finger it now.
Samantha slouched in her chair and pushed her fingers inside and began rubbing her bud. Her right leg was on the hand rest as she felt an orgasm building up.
"So you think you can incorporate these changes Sam?"asked Bob.
Just then her orgasm took control of her senses.
"Yes," Samantha somehow managed to answer.
"Hey you okay?" Bob asked.
"Oh God he must have heard me, "Samantha thought.
She was immediately furious with herself.
"It's okay Bob, just some excessive workload taking its toll."
"You take care baby. Wouldn't want to see your beautiful face with anything else but a sweet smile."
"Why thank you Bob. That's a very nice thing to say," gushed Samantha, her finger lazily drifting over her clit.
"Sam, you are a beautiful woman. Your husband is one hell of a lucky guy. Wish I had met you earlier," continued Bob in his throaty masculine voice.
"Ah ha ... you sure know how to warm gal up," purred Samantha thinking about how nice his jaw line looked in the profile.
She felt a rush of emotions sweeping through her body.
She threw back her head and closed her eyes as her fingers slipped inside her wet pussy again. Her breasts were heaving. She was finding it difficult to think about anything else.
She could no longer control herself to continue the conversation.
"Okay Bob I will let you know as soon as the changes are made. See ya."
"Sure Sam. Have a nice day," replied Bob.
Samantha let the receiver drop from her hands.
With her free hand she began kneading her breasts as another orgasm shook her body.
Samantha slowly got up and made her way to the rest room to make herself presentable. She had some more people to deal with before calling it a day.
In the night she lay awake on her bed thinking about the chain of events taking place in her life.
She couldn't quite understand the feelings her body was showing towards Bob. All her married life she had never had the urge to flirt with another man, let alone have an outright affair.
She had had her share of romance and sex before she met Fred.
And even after marriage she would be hit upon by men. Some had even felt her up at parties. But she had never had the urge to respond to those advances. She could handle that.
Unable to sleep, she made her way to the living room.
She sat in the dark, slowly sipping her bourbon.
"What was in Bob that made her behave like she did?"
Okay, he was tall, he was handsome. He was courteous and attentive in a very gentlemanly manner. He complimented her.
