Sheri held her breath for a moment. Had he just said what I think he said?
"I’m sorry, Mr. T, What did you say?" Sheri looked up at him.
Tom T, or as he was referred to around the office, Tom Terrific (behind his back), or Mr. T (which he liked), smiled down at the secretary, "Oh nothing, you sexy lady!" and he laughed after lightly stroking her arm.
But Sheri knew what he had said, he had commented on her ‘lovely cleavage’ which wasn’t obvious unless you were standing right over her, which of course is what he was doing.
Sheri shook her head. It was the latest of the ‘incidents’ with Mr. T and she was beginning to think, well, shit, what was she thinking? Was she thinking that maybe Mr. T was a typical sexist pig who made constant references to women sexually? (which wasn’t true, as she knew well; she’d mentioned this to the other women in the office and he’d never done this to any of them, all of whom were younger and sexy) Was she thinking that she was misunderstanding him and that it was all innocent (She might be naïve, but not that naïve. I mean, really, he even told her once that her long legs looked like they could snap a man in half when he was between them). Or, God, was it….was it…..that she got wet when he said these things because she secretly wanted to fuck him?
"Stop it!" she growled to herself, "Who do you think you are?" disgusted with her thoughts. Sheri was a 53 year old woman, married all her life, as she liked to say. Oh sure, she still had a pretty good figure. Her hips were a bit wider, but jeez, she raised a kid to adulthood. And her breasts, well that was a bit surprising. They are fairly large (36DD) but there was almost no sag. And her long legs looked good in a skirt or shorts, although she never wore anything too risqué. And her fanny, damn, men were always commenting on her tight butt, although she could see herself in a mirror--there was sag, but.
"Damn it to hell!" she said suddenly, "Calm down, girl, you’d think you wanted to be a cheating wife!"
Which, of course, was the point. And more, importantly as Sheri flipped her dark hair off the side of her face, she knew that what she really wanted was to fuck Tom Terrific!
Mr T. Jeez, what kind of fool am I? She thought. This guy is gorgeous. He’s over 6’4" and built solid and firm, like the former college football star that he is. And he’s only 32, for God sakes, and already regional manager. And he’s single and has plenty of girlfriends, most of whom look like models (including the one whose picture sits in his office).
But some of the things he said to her, the way he touched her all the time, was he trying to seduce her? "Dumb, dumb, dumb!" Sheri spoke quietly to herself. No, she knew what was going on here, Sheri was going through that thing again…the desire to cheat.
It had begun at the end of high school. When she and Bill had been dating for years as high school sweethearts. And the big prom, the senior prom was coming up. All of them were 18, adult. But she and Bill were the only ones left who hadn't 'balled', as they said it back then. Eighteen and no sex and she was ready. And the ‘gang’ was going to rent a big cabin at the lake after the prom and party. And Sheri had decided to ‘give herself’ to Bill that night. And Bill was excited that after all the begging and pleading, they were going to do it!
She thought back, thirty-five years! The gang had been drinking, and Bill, a lot. He had been pretty silly as they sat in the back seat of Jim’s car, constantly reaching under Sheri’s dress trying to get at her panties. In the front seat were Jim and Peggy-- her best friend and she was so drunk she could barely keep her head from falling in Jim’s lap!
And then taking Bill’s hand and taking him into the back bedroom and undressing for him (whereas Bill just threw his clothes off, Sheri had planned every step, what she would remove first, etc.), Bill just kept groaning, as he stroked his hard little dick, "Come on, baby, get naked!" And then he was on top of her and he pushed hard and she felt the tearing inside her and he was jerking violently and then he started coming. And some of it got inside her and some of it got on her mound and some of it got on her thigh. Bill rolled over and passed out.
She lay there for a few minutes and kept thinking of a song. Vicky Carr, "Is That All There Is?"
That’s it? Sex is just this ‘surrender’ and then it’s over?
After slipping into the bathroom, she washed herself off and slipped on her sexy little night shirt she had bought for this night—this special night! It was red and ended just below her bottom. She found the sexy pair of panties, French cut, that she had bought, also red and slipped them on and stepped back into the hallway. She went down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Everybody else had paired off and gone to separate bedrooms so after she got her water she slipped out of the back door. And she walked down to the little dock, where the group planned to swim the next day. She sat down on the dock and let her bare feet dangle in the cool water and the song came back, "If that is all there is, then let’s keep dancing". Sheri shook her head, she had so hoped that sex would be special, that giving herself to Bill was right, that tonight would be perfect.
"Hey, need some company?" came a voice out of the night. It was Jim. Sheri felt a bit self-conscious, after all she only had on a night shirt and panties,
"Wh..what are you doing out here?" she asked as he sat down next to her, dropping his feet in the water as well.
"Ah well you know, Peggy and liquor!" he laughed quietly. Sheri looked over at Jim. The football star, rugged, handsome and big, at least 6’4" tall with big wide shoulders which were quite nice right now, cuz they were uncovered. He was sitting next to her in his boxers!
"Yeah," she said quietly, "Not any worse than Bill!"
He looked at her and put out a big arm and wrapped it around her, "Ah, don’t tell me that it didn’t happen tonight?" he said pulling her smaller body against his bare chest. Sheri felt her nipple brush his chest, his hand wrapped around her other side, brushed against her nipple. She felt both of them harden quickly in the night air.
"God," she said, "Does Peggy tell you everything?"
"Pretty much!" he laughed, holding her close, "So, did ole Bill get it up and take your flower?" he said a little mockingly.
She glared at him, "Don’t be such an ass!"
Jim’s smile faded, "Aw shit, I was just teasing, you guys did do it, didn’t you?"
Sheri’s face blushed in the moonlight, "Of course, it was very…nice"
"Nice?" he laughed quietly, "Shit, girl, it should be anything but nice!"
"Yeah, well….." her voice trailed off.
"Ah jeez, Sheri, you are the sexiest girl I know, don’t be that way. I’d hate for you to think badly about sex!"
"No, it was fine, really," she said too quietly, a tear escaping her eye and falling on her little nightshirt.
"Aww, babe I’m sorry, really," Jim said and squeezed her again, but this time, the hand near her breast lightly brushed back and forth across her nipple and then he turned her head toward him.
He kissed her softly at first, but then with more passion, his tongue pushing into her mouth. She struggled briefly, but the kiss was so soft and so right. And she felt herself pull her leg up slightly, turning to kiss him more and when she did, his hand wrapped around her breast.
But not like Bill, more firmly, but so well. His fingers traced over her nipple and she found that unlike the rough pawing she got from Bill, it was turning her on.
He broke the kiss and Sheri’s eyes fluttered open. Jim was smiling down on her as his other hand reached under her little shirt and lightly grazed her skin up until he was squeezing her other breast.
"No, this isn’t," she began.
"Oh no, this is!’ Jim grinned as he kissed her harder, their tongues lashing each other, the heat of the moment building more and more.
Pushing on his big strong chest, bare in her soft hands, she said, "Jim, this is cheating. Cheating on my boyfriend and your girlfriend and we…" but she didn’t continue, because Jim was raising her little night shirt off her body and laying it out behind her on the little wooden platform. And he gently pushed her back down and kissing and nibbling on her breasts, nibbling, not biting, like Bill. And his hand slid lower and slipped under her panties.
She could have stopped him. She could have gotten up right there and picked up her shirt and gone back to Bill. She could have stopped him. But his fingers felt so good on her mound as he parted her with his big strong fingers. And it felt so good when his thumb rubbed across her little hood for the first time. And it felt so good to feel her panties slide off and land next to her. And it felt so good to see his boxers land on her panties next to her. And.God. His cock. His thick cock. His hard cock opened her wetness. And she felt her lips open. She felt herself getting very wet and felt the head of his penis press. A little pain and, "Awwwwww" she whispered as she felt Jim’s cock, his dick, his penis, his hard, hard cock slide in…in….in…god, in!
And she knew. She knew as she wrapped her legs around him as he began to fuck her. Yes fuck her. Fuck her pussy. "Fuck me!" she said quietly which Jim saw as the right thing. The best thing. And as he picked up speed and her legs wrapped around him, tightly urging him on, feeling his heat, his lovely cock stretching her virginal pussy, "My pussy!" she moaned. She knew.
