Kevin kissed his wife, Julie, and made his way out to the car. The forty one year old executive had it all: good job; good family; nice home. Every woman between thirty and fifty that saw him at the health club bemoaned the fact 'the good ones are always taken.' As usual, he had little to worry about on this day. It was expected to be fairly quiet at work with the holidays coming and the big bosses gone. Maybe he'd be able to get some uninterrupted work in for a change.
Kevin rolled into his parking spot and walked the short distance to the office building. It was colder than normal and he lifted the collar of his jacket to offset the wind. Once inside, he acknowledged the receptionist and took the elevator to the ninth floor.
It was unusual for him to see anyone in the building prior to reaching the area around his office. But today, as the elevator doors opened and he stepped out, his eyes were drawn to a nearby female in a bright red sweater. Instantly, he knew it was Erica. He knew her petite figure and her blonde hair. She turned to face him and he knew the blue eyes, the nose, the mouth.
"Oh, hi Kevin."
"Hello, Erica. It's awfully early for you, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Kind of. Mr. Emmons had work for me."
"Good. It will keep you out of trouble."
Erica gave him a playful finger and Kevin smiled. He'd never cheated on his wife. But if he could pick one woman...one temptress...it would be Erica.
In her early thirties, he guessed, Erica was everything he'd ever dreamed of in a female since his teen years. Fly-away blonde hair. Great little tits and ass. Long legs. A little facetious.
Erica would always be the dream girl for Kevin because he could never have her. Until today, that was equally his choice and hers. They joked with each other, but never more. Never even a simple touch on the arm. Until today.
Kevin got settled into his office, turned on his laptop, grabbed his coffee cup and sought out the coffee machine. He turned the corner of the hallway leading to the small kitchenette and nearly ran into a step ladder. Erica stood on the top step, reaching high above her head for some files on a shelf. Kevin's eyelevel was about even with the back of her thighs, which were amply displayed under a short, tight skirt. A few inches of bare skin separated the top of the skirt with the bottom of the red sweater that caught Kevin's eye earlier.
Erica groaned and stretched out one leg behind her, bending it slightly at the knee as she snatched hold of a file folder. It took all of Kevin's willpower not to sneak a peek of the luscious ass barely covered by the back of her skirt.
Just then, Erica shrieked and dropped the folder. She appeared to be in the process of tumbling from the ladder and Kevin instinctively reached out for her, letting go of the coffee cup at the same time. Amid the crashing of paper and cup, and high-pitched screeching, Kevin found himself clinging to Erica's leg as she steadied herself again.
It was the awareness of the hem of her skirt sliding across the top of his hand that finally made him let go.
"Oh my God! Kevin, you saved my life," Erica said dramatically.
"Well, maybe a few broken bones at least," he said, watching her climb off the ladder.
They simultaneously bent down to pick up their respective property. This time, Kevin was presented with a view of the front of Erica's legs, nearly up to her pussy, as well as a quick glance down the front of her v-neck sweater. His level of discomfort was maxed out and his nervous grin had to give it away.
"Thanks, Kevin. I'm sorry for keeping you from your coffee."
"No problem," he replied. "Be safe. Worker's comp doesn't pay well."
Erica giggled and Kevin proceeded to the coffee machine where he spent the next thirty seconds trying to erase from his mind the sensation of Erica's leg in his hands. In his office, images of her thighs, abdomen and cleavage swirled around his head. As a final reminder, his cock twitched involuntarily.
'Get to work,' he scolded himself silently.
In Erica's two years at the company, she never intentionally pursued a man. Especially a married man. She had plenty of dates to choose from without stirring up the pot at work. But for the past few weeks, Kevin had been on her mind. Sometimes she enjoyed the hunt for a man as much, or more, than the actual capture. And since he was married, Kevin was a particularly inviting prey.
Erica was self-confident to an extreme. She didn't take 'No' for an answer and she loved getting her way. The prospect of having a good-looking man who ostensibly belonged to another woman intrigued her.
Worse yet, she had a plan.
It was close to noon when Kevin saw Erica again. She presented herself at his office door and strolled in, her only invitation being Kevin's welcoming smile. She closed the door, walked over to the couch against the wall opposite his desk, and sat down.
They chatted for a minute before Erica said, "I may not have broken any bones this morning, but I have a hell of a bruise."
Her legs were crossed and she pulled the bottom of her skirt up even higher and looked down at the side of her leg. Kevin certainly didn't see any signs of a bruise, but the prolonged glimpse he got of nearly her entire right leg up to her hip made up for it.
"Do you think you'll live?" Kevin asked.
Erica rubbed the alleged injury, letting her fingers extend down practically to her ass. "Probably. If you hadn't been there..."
She looked up at Kevin and he promptly averted his eyes from any further staring at her leg. Still, he couldn't miss the little tug on her skirt as she attempted to put it back in place.
"You're welcome," he said. "You owe me a chore next time I need something done. How's that?"
"Deal. Anything you want."
She slouched back on the couch as they continued to talk. Kevin tried to concentrate on anything besides the throbbing between his legs. He listened, but his eyes shifted from her tits to the tops of her legs. It was becoming agonizing the longer she stayed.
Erica judged that the time was right and she rose from the couch. Kevin prayed she was about to leave. Instead, she was walking toward him, around the corner of his desk. He swiveled in his chair to face her as she approached him from the side.
"I still hurt a little," Erica said in a whiny voice.
She turned so her hip was closer to him and lifted up the skirt.
"Maybe if you kiss it for me it'll be better."
She had the skirt high enough that the strap of her thong and a hint of her ass were visible. Kevin looked up at her and frowned.
"It looks fine," he said.
"No really. I think it will help. Please."
Now she sounded like a teenager wanting the car keys and Kevin was fighting the urge to look back down with every ounce of self-restraint that he owned. She inched closer.
"Just once."
Her thigh was inches away from him. The soft curve of her ass beckoned him from under the tiny skirt. Kevin's cock pushed against the inside of his pants and his pulse quickened. He couldn't take his eyes of her body.
"Please."
Kevin leaned forward and, without ever touching her with his hands, put his lips on her leg. A second later, it was over.
"Now, how hard was that?" she asked. "I feel better already."
"Good. Don't you have to go now?" Kevin said.
"Not yet. I need to find out how hard something else is."
Erica bent over and put her hand squarely in Kevin's lap. He attempted to pull away but she said quietly, "No, don't."
Her palm was rubbing the obvious erection that was starting to form. Kevin was staring at her luscious tits and she provided him with ample proof that she was not wearing a bra. He saw everything but the nipples before looking up.
"Erica. Stop it," he begged.
"I owe you more than a favor, Kevin."
Her fingers were wrapping around his cock, stroking it the best she could through the pants.
"I want you to touch me. Anywhere. Just touch me," she pleaded.
"I can't do that, Erica."
"Yes you can. Who'll ever know? And you want to. I've seen you look at me, Kevin. I can feel how hard you are. Please touch me."
He wanted to slide under the desk and disappear; make Erica go away. But she was so close to him. He could smell her and see every curve under her sweater and skirt. Her skin looked so soft and smooth.
Kevin reached out and put a hand on the side of her ass, on top of the skirt. He slid his hand up just an inch or two, stopping before becoming a full-fledged grope. Erica tightened her grip on his cock.
"Touch my skin, Kevin. Put your hand inside."
He was just staring at her ass, unable to make any logical decisions. Her voice was like a recorded message, commanding him to do what it said. He put his hand on the back of her leg and reached higher. It was under her skirt, touching the crease between the bottom of her ass and the top of her leg. He still didn't feel any panties.
"Higher."
"Erica, you've had enough fun..."
She reached back and took hold of Kevin's wrist, forcing his hand onto her ass. "Do it, Kevin."
His fingers spread apart and his hand covered almost the entirety of her cheek. Finally, he felt the strap of a thong as he approached the crack in her ass. He closed his hand around a large portion of her ass and massaged it gently. When Erica returned her hand to his cock, she found it twice as hard and long as before.
"That feels so good. I want you to touch my tits now, Kevin. Touch them just like you did my ass."
Kevin shook his head as he withdrew his hand.
"No, Erica. That's all."
Erica scowled at him. "But your cock says you want more. C'mon, Kevin. Just this once."
He tried to back away from her, but Erica just moved with him and, once they were settled again, she began to lift her sweater with one hand.
