He had no idea who the young woman was when she walked into his office, but one thing Sean Johnson did know right away was that it was hard to take his eyes off of her.
She was a natural beauty with an enchanting smile, seductive, deep blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that fell in heaps of softly curled layers to just below her shoulders. As he watched her stride toward his desk, he took in her curvy, petite frame, admiring her smooth legs in their black leather sling back pumps with four and a half inch heels and enjoyed the sight of her hips swaying in a shapely navy blue pencil skirt, cut just below the knee. Her close-fitting, white cotton French cuff shirt was halfway unbuttoned allowing him to catch more than a glimpse of her ample cleavage and the top of her lacy white push-up bra. This was one sexy young lady.
Too bad he was married.
"And you are?" He finally managed to ask after drinking her in with his eyes.
"Marliese Richards. I'm the new temp in sales." She replied with a confident grin. "Just dropping off these files for you, mister... Johnson." She added, making sure to add emphasis to his last name.
"Sean, please." He countered with a friendly smile, dirty thoughts popping into his mind about what he could do with a woman like this one.
"Mmm, I like that." She commented with a wink.
"What's that?" He questioned, clearly taken aback by her assertiveness.
"A man who knows how to plead." She answered with a look that told him that it was her turn to check him out.
He was a handsome man, in decent shape for a man in his mid-forties, with a strong jaw line, mysterious, almost opaque eyes and short, stylish brown hair that only hinted at grey along the sides. As she gave him the once over, she admired the flattering cut of his tailored white dress shirt and perfectly executed Victorian knotted red and black striped tie.
"I, ugh..." he started to reply, shifting uneasily in his chair. "How old are you?" He was guessing no more than 26 or 27.
"Old enough." She responded quickly. "So... Sean..." she continued, moving around to the side of his desk as she spoke and leaning against it. "See anything you like?"
Unable to stop himself from glancing at the rising hemline of her skirt as she leaned back onto his desk, he could feel the bulge in his pants starting to grow. Despite the fact that he did indeed like what he saw, he was astounded by how forward she was being and knew he had to put an end to it right away.
"I, ugh... I'm not comfortable having this conversation." He told her with a nervous shake of his head.
"Is that why you're squirming around like that?" She countered with a wicked smile. "Because you're not comfortable? Or is it because you're hard?"
His jaw practically dropped at her aggressiveness. Immediately he stood and began to make his way to the door.
"You..." he stumbled, clearly flustered by her advances. "You need to leave."
A devilish grin on her lips, Marliese reluctantly moved towards the door where he stood awaiting her departure.
"You know," she whispered as she got closer to him. "I could take care of that for you." Her eyes darted down towards his crotch for added emphasis.
He said nothing, avoiding making eye contact.
"Maybe another time then." She digressed with a shrug of her shoulders. "It was nice meeting you."
And with that, she exited his office with a friendly smile, like nothing out of the ordinary had taken place.
Sean whistled a sigh of relief. His heart was racing and his cock was pounding. This girl was going to be trouble.
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Two days had passed since his first encounter with Marliese Richards, new sales temp. And despite his best efforts, Sean Johnson found himself preoccupied by the memory or their meeting.
He was a happily married man and not at all inclined to pursue any sort of adulterous relationship that would jeopardize that wedded bliss in any way. Sure, he had to admit that he did enjoy looking at other women quite often, even flirting with a few once in a while, but never had he considered crossing the line into cheating on his wife.
Regardless of how steadfast he was in his faithfulness to the missus, there was no denying that this Marliese had left a considerable impression on him. But it was not just her beauty that attracted him - it was her confidence and self-assured attitude that drew him in.
In the couple of days since he met her, he had successfully managed to avoid being left alone with her, or even interacting with her at all. Part of him was actually a bit disappointed by that success, something deep inside him secretly wishing for another one-on-one interaction with the pretty young temp.
That evening, that part of him would get its wish.
A bunch of colleagues from the office had gathered at a nearby tavern to celebrate a fellow employee's promotion. Quite a number of coworkers had come out for a few drinks after work, including Sean. Stepping out onto the patio of the bar to have a cigarette with one of his associates, he lit up and turned back towards the entrance to the pub just in time to see Marliese heading in their direction.
She looked stunning in a flirty little chocolate coloured ruched dress, cut just above the knee and with just the right amount of cling and a deep v-neck front to show off her impressive cleavage. He could not help but stare at her as she sauntered towards him, strutting in a pair of sexy, leopard print round-toe stiletto boots with four inch heels, her dirty blonde mane of loose spiral curls bouncing luxuriously with each step. She was breath-taking.
"Hello gentlemen." She greeted the pair with her usual self-confident grin.
"Evening," Sean replied somewhat coolly, trying desperately to not sound too inviting, despite the numerous wicked fantasies that had immediately came to mind as soon as he had laid his eyes on her.
"Can I have one of those?" She asked, gesturing towards his cigarette as he took a drag.
