I recently changed my career from being a sheltered kindergarten teacher to the more exposed dynamic world of sales. After just 6 months in the new job, Dave, the owner of the company, took the sales team of 5 women out to lunch to celebrate the good sales that month. Since I had brought in the highest sales that month Dave gave me a ride in his sports Mercedes to the restaurant, while the others went in their own cars.
The lunch was great fun with a lot of banter and jokes, which got raunchier as more wine was consumed. Unfortunately for me quite a bit of the banter was directed at me, once the girls discovered that my husband was away on an extended business trip.
The girls were all commenting that they would not be able to wait as long as I did for my husband's return before getting some sex. They could not believe that I did not even own a vibrator and had been always been loyal to my husband even though he travelled frequently.
"I love my husband and am quite happy to wait for him for sex," I kept replying as they teased me relentlessly.
"But Sally, I know you really enjoy yoga without getting into the full spiritual side of it. Good sex is like yoga without the spiritual element. Making love is like yoga with the complete spiritual thing. You can really enjoy both levels of involvement!!"
I tried to brush off the comments but they stung a bit -- but I had to admit that they did make me realize that I was missing out on sex with my husband.
I was quite relieved when Dave finally suggested it was time to return to the office. I wanted to get away from the girls' comments and digs at my sex life. It was good to get into Dave's car and just sit back and relax for the drive back to the office. I relaxed even more when I heard Dave tell the others that they need not go back to the office that day as it was getting late, besides the fact that we had all had quite a bit of wine to drink.
"So Sally, the girls gave you a hard time about not having sex, with your husband away," Dave said patting me on the knee as we drove away.
We chatted about it for a while, and he seemed so caring and considerate that I started opening up to him. Yes I did miss my husband and I even admitted that I was missing sex as well. Somehow the conversation was quite relaxed even though a fair bit of sex was discussed. It felt strange that I never discussed my sex life even with my closest friends and yet here I was being quite open with Dave. Probably it was the wine eased my inhibitions a bit.
As we got to the office, Dave invited me into his large corner office and offered to give me a shoulder massage to get me to relax more before I went home.
"I am supposed to give quite a good massage," he said giving me a modest sort of smile.
I thought I should be going home as everybody else had, but it felt quite special to be invited into the boss's office. Besides which, the prospect of a shoulder massage was quite attractive.
Dave pulled up a chair for me and as I sat down he moved behind me and started to massage my neck and shoulders.
"Let me help you relax and try to forget about the other girls."
The massage was great. Soon he had me totally relaxed and chatting freely again. Somehow Dave soon got the subject onto my travelling husband, and got me talking again about the sex I was missing. While chatting casually Dave dropped quite a few comments about how sexy I was and that my husband was very lucky. He made me feel great.
"Dave I don't think that is a good idea!" I reacted quickly as Dave's massaging hands moved to undo the top button of my blouse.
"Oh, don't worry. I just wanted to open up your shoulders a bit more so that I can massage them better," Dave calmly replied as he undid the second button and pushed my blouse just off my shoulders.
I didn't quite know what to do but since he did not go any further I let it ride. After all, the massage was really relaxing. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift off thinking of my husband and his travels. Dave kept me in a state of bliss rubbing my shoulders and slowly working his way down my arms. Too late I realized that Dave was sliding my partially buttoned blouse even further down my arms. Before I could react my blouse had slipped over my breasts and had trapped my arms at my sides.
"Come on Sally," he said sensing my tense reaction, "Surely other guys have seen you in your bikini before!!"
Well at least my breasts were covered up by my lacy bra. I felt a bit guilty about allowing this, but convinced myself that the situation was under control. Dave knew I was married and he would surely respect the fact. He had shown he was a caring considerate guy.
I closed my eyes again as the massaging continued, and was soon quite relaxed about Dave seeing me in my bra. It did feel a little naughty, but also a bit exciting for Dave to see me in my bra. I knew that he would be able to see my nipples through the lacy bra, but that added a small thrill element. Next I felt a gentle kiss on the inside of my neck. It felt very sexy, giving me goose bumps all over and made my nipples stand out.
"Ohhhh - that felt good" I said almost involuntarily, keeping my eyes closed.
They opened rapidly though when I felt Dave's hand drift down my chest and gently caress the underside of bra covered breasts. Instinctively I tried to bring my arms up to stop this intrusion, but I found them still trapped at my side in my partially buttoned blouse that was around my waist. Oh hell, I was not able to cover myself up.
"Dave, don't you think your massage is going a bit far now," I resorted to, as verbal protest.
Embarrassingly, my hardening nipples were clearly visible to Dave and showed that my body actually enjoyed the caressing.
Chuckling at my confusion and continuing the stimulating caresses Dave looked directly at me.
"Sally, you really have great breasts. I bet your husband loves them."
Well he still respects the fact that I'm married I thought. I knew I had nice breasts and was pleased for his compliment.
I found myself really quite enjoying Dave's gentle touching and was a little disappointed when he stopped.
"I want you to look me in the eyes and give me a few truthful answers. Will you do that?" he asked in a warm caring tone.
"Well, I guess so" I responded, not knowing what to expect.
Still being trapped in my blouse and looking deep into Dave's eyes had me feeling like he had me a bit under his control. It was a strange sensation but also gave me a little thrill.
"You look at little excited, and your nipples are hard. I would like to see you tits. Wouldn't you like to show me how beautiful your tits are?" he asked, moving his hand back to gently massaging my breast through my bra.
A bit shocked at this development and the undeniable pleasure of his touch, I looked down to see what he was doing.
"No Dave -- I don't think we should be discussing this!" I retorted.
He responded by smiling at me and sliding a hand inside my bra. He massaged my tit skillfully, giving my nipple a few tweaks. Since we had been married only my husband had touched my breasts. I could not deny the thrill that another man touch was sending through my body, and my nipples were now rock hard. But I knew it was wrong and struggled to get my arms out of the blouse.
"Does that feel good?" he said, chuckling at my clumsy struggles.
This felt very wrong! I was a married woman but had to admit that Dave's massaging of my tits was having a deep and very pleasurable effect on my body.
"Come on -- don't you want to be just a little naughty? Wouldn't it excite you to show me your beautiful tits?" Dave continued persuasively. I was getting very turned on by his fondling now and found myself excited by the prospect of showing them off to another man.
