Illicit Temptation

Approaching the front entry of the excellent hotel the firm had put him up in that trip, Sutton glanced up to see a man in a cheap, grey suit sprint from the front door past him into the busy street. Immediately on the man's tail came a security guard and not far behind a woman Sutton assumed was a server from the bar.

"Grab that guy!" The security guard implored Sutton, but the fleeing figure was already past the shocked executive.

"That creep drugged a woman in the bar!" the server shrieked as the darting, grey-suited man jostled through the New York City night life.

Stepping into the lobby, unsettled by the commotion, Sutton saw the front desk was unattended, the office door swinging closed slowly, as if just jostled. Movement snagged his attention and Sutton spotted his coworker Willow teetering, on the verge of falling over. Isolated in the middle of the hotel lobby, she appeared to be passing out.

Rushing to Willow, Sutton managed to catch her as she lost her battle with whatever was making her so unstable. Slumping to her right bonelessly, Willow toppled over and Sutton lunged to protect her head from hitting the marble floor. At the last possible moment for her to save herself, Willow threw out a foot and managed to halt her headlong fall enough that Sutton was able to brace her and hold her upright.

As Sutton adjusted her weight in his arms, Willow appeared to realized someone was holding her. The drugged woman flinched away from him with a lurch, but she was so feeble and uncoordinated she only managed to start falling away from the person holding her up. Forced to grip her tight and wrap her in his arms, the uncomfortable executive whispered to her in a soothing voice one might use with a child.

"Its ok. It me. Its Sutton. you're safe now."

Whirling her head around in a dazed panic, Willow tried to focus heavily lidded, uncooperative brown eyes on her captor.

"S'ttn?" she mumbled.

"Yes. Its me."

"Take meh t'my rmm. S'Sleepy" and she passed her key card to Sutton.

There was no staff left in the lobby, the security guard, server and front desk person had all left. The obviously drugged woman was abruptly his responsibility. They had travelled there together, working on the same project and she didn't know anyone else in the City, as far as he knew. Not that any of that actually mattered right then, Sutton was deeply concerned about her well-being in that moment and wanted her to be as comfortable as possible, so he took her to her room.

It took several moments to help the drugged woman to the elevator and, as they rode up, she lost control of her legs and would have fallen if he hadn't been holding her tight. Walking down the hall was beyond her by that point, so Sutton lifted her in his arms like a groom, impressed by how light she was and how strong he felt. Adrenaline was working wonders. If he hadn't known what her room number was from check-in, Sutton wouldn't have been able to find it, but once he had her safely inside, he helped her lie on the bed and sat at the foot of the bed catching his breath.

Before he had even gotten his heart rate back to normal, Willow was unconscious. Worried about her, Sutton moved to her side and lifted her hand in his to check the pulse at her wrist. While he counted her heartbeat, he watched her chest to be sure she was breathing. When he found her pulse it seemed slow to him and she was breathing very slowly as well.

Pulling out his phone he opened the stopwatch and watched the dial count a minute while he counted her pulse. After sixty seconds and fifty eight beats, he watched her chest rise and fall gently for one more minute, counting fourteen inhalations. Looking it up online, Sutton determined Willow was in no immediate danger of overdose. If she grew nauseated, sweaty or if her heart rate or breathing slowed more, he would call for an ambulance, but given the cost and potential liability for the company, he chose to wait and see.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Sutton watched the beautiful young woman sprawled on the bed and chuckled to himself that he was in the exact situation the guy who drugged her had wanted to be in, alone, on a bed with an unconscious woman who would presumable have no memory of what happened to her.

Sutton froze as he realized Willow's hand was resting on his penis where he'd dropped it to stop the timer on his phone. It was just an accident, a fluke of bio-mechanics that he'd most comfortably held her hand over his lap as he checked her pulse. Shamefully, he'd also been staring at her breasts for some time, assessing their shape as he waited for her chest to rise with each breathe. The silk blouse she wore revealed the contours of her breasts fairly clearly given that Willow wore only a camisole beneath.

The situation had suddenly become electric with forbidden potential.

Sutton discovered to his fascinated horror that he was actually tempted to molest Willow. The pleasant weight of her small hand on his penis was heavy enough to hold him immobile, pinned to the spot by its subtle burden. Blood rushed to his cock in an illicit surge, inciting him to lechery. Lifting his gaze to Willow's elfin features, he brushed a lock of brown hair from her face and even that small act of kindness was tainted by the swiftly mounting lust he felt staring at her beautiful visage.

Before that moment, Sutton had never had any lewd thoughts about Willow beyond the briefest appreciation for her physical attractiveness. Sutton was disciplined regarding how he viewed the women he worked with. Flipping an internal switch, they either became aunties, sisters or daughters in his mind the moment they started working for the company. Sex was as far from his thoughts as he could keep it throughout any work situation.

Abruptly given the opportunity to test himself, to actually determine if he were a good person or not, Sutton found he was failing.

As his hand lowered from Willow's face, Sutton brushed his fingertips across her closest breast. The thrill he felt from the slightest brush of his fingertips across forbidden zones electrified his already filling penis, sending a swelling of guilty pleasure through his libido. Closely watching her face for any hint of a reaction to his prohibited actions, Sutton cupped Willow's breast, feeling the warmth of her skin through silk, hefting the slight weight of her flesh. Assessing the firmness of her tissue with scientific thoroughness for future recall, he fondled his drugged co-worker, increasing his anxiety as he did so.

Finally, too full of apprehension and shame from what he was doing, Sutton heaved himself from the bed with a grunt and fled to the window as far from Willow as he could get while still able to see her.

Astounded by what he had just done, Sutton looked down at the offending hand bewildered by its independence from his conscious will. In his pants a pulsating erection revealed just how excited he was by his power over Willow. Expecting his brain to be full of arguing voices convincing him to

do

or

not to do

things, Sutton found his mind a relatively quiet place as he hovered at the edge of an act that would forever alter his view of himself.

Convincing himself he did it merely for her comfort, Sutton returned to the bed and removed Willow's shoes, elegant pumps that fit her so well there were hardly any marks on her bare skin when he pulled them off and set them beside the bed. With a gentleness that flew in the face of how utterly he was violating her, Sutton caressed Willow's feet, marvelling at the warmth and smoothness of her skin. The tiny toes were adorable, with paint that matched her fingernails and eye shadow.

Never particularly interested in a woman's feet before, without having the actual woman in question watching what he did, Sutton felt free to do whatever popped into his head. Without taking any time to ponder it, Sutton began to suck Willow's tiny, little toes. The meaty pads of each digit were like peas he could almost roll around with his tongue, but were fixed firmly to the foot below.

Willow's feet had a salty, savoury taste, that was pleasant, the hint of the long day at work she'd had hovering at the edge of his senses as a sweaty odour. Even the minuscule repulsion he felt about smelly feet incited more lechery, so Sutton licked a long stoke of his tongue up the full length of Willow's sole. Delighted by the fact that he could do something a conscious woman would recoil from, giggling and flinching, while Willow didn't so much as twitch. Sutton felt his lust grow more keen still.

Inspired, Sutton began to tickle Willow's feet with light feathery touches of his fingers. At last the drugged woman reacted, her foot flicking ever-so-slightly to escape his tickles. Emboldened by her mild reaction, Sutton pressed her arch to his erection and rubbed Willow's small foot along the length of his throbbing hard on. Awestruck by the freedom he had to indulge his perversion, Sutton pulled out his cock and used Willow's feet to stroke himself.

The emotional stimulation was far richer than the physical. The warm caress of her soles along the shaft of his pole was nice, but the view of her lolling on the hotel bed, her skirt rising up her thighs as he did whatever he wanted to her was arousing in the extreme.

Reaching for her waistband, Sutton found the zipper and unzipped Willow's skirt. Pulling the grey wool down her legs, he stripped her, tossing the dress on the floor as if a drunk woman carelessly undressed beside her bed before falling asleep.

The lacy, burgundy panties she wore covered her sex, but left pretty much everything else exposed. None-the-less Sutton pulled them off her lean legs and revealed her tidily trimmed sex. A small landing strip of well-trimmed brown hair grew above the beautiful pink slit of her sex. Resuming using her feet as a masturbatory aid, Sutton gaped at Willow's wide open legs, groin and the gleam of her sex while humping his hips back and forth moving his erection through the arch of her feet.

Soon, however Sutton's perversion demanded he see her whole body revealed. Tucking his penis back into his pants, leaving the zipper undone, Sutton proceed to strip the drugged, young woman. Starting with her blouse, he carefully unbuttoned it, teasing himself by going slow. When the buttons were all undone, the much larger man lifted the petite woman and pulled her shirt straight back, away from her body. Balancing her with a knee, he tossed the shirt beside her skirt, then lifted her camisole over her head, mussing her hair, but baring her entire torso.

Resting her back on the bed, Sutton ogled her breasts, marvelling at the fact that he was given the gift of being able to see Willow nude. The slender woman was gorgeous, her proportions ideal as far as Sutton was concerned. The smoothness of her unblemished skin, the delicate contours of her muscles, the fineness of her bone structure all incited him, however it was the fact that he wasn't supposed to be seeing Willow so vulnerable and exposed that made the situation utterly, erotically compelling

While he felt a vibration of anxiety about her waking up or the police smashing in the door at any moment, Sutton simply sat and watched Willow breath again. The fact that she was completely nude, displayed perfectly for him to fully memorize stunned him and Sutton found himself holding back from touching her further. Feeling utterly overwhelmed by the awful thing he was doing and how very arousing he found it meant his brain was too full for more stimulation. Touching her would fry his circuits.

Instead Sutton took in every detail as he would a finely crafted artwork. Willow was an elegant woman, even in her drugged state. Suspecting she had taken ballet at some point, Sutton had always appreciated the smooth, graceful way Willow moved. Seeing her sprawled lewdly on the bed took nothing from her innate classiness. The fingers of her hands were artistic and recently treated to a spa day. Slender arms bent at the elbow spread from her narrow torso like she were taking flight. Willow's breasts appeared ripe and plump with tissue, the pale nipples soft and coral coloured on her alabaster skin as her chest rose and fell gently.

For several moments Sutton gazed in fascination at Willow's breasts as if they were mysterious treasures revealed to modern humans for the first time in millennia. Taking in the tiny moles dotting her skin, the amazing zone of transition from flesh to areola and the tissue of her nipple waiting to stretch as her body responded to a lover's touch, Sutton memorized his coworker's nudity.

Things might have been different if Sutton had a crush on Willow, or even knew her very well, but since she was an acquaintance whose inner world had no connection to his, Sutton seeing her naked was so much more unlikely that he wanted to really take everything in. The fact that Willow was easily the most attractive woman he'd ever seen naked in person, impelled him to savour the moment.

Fear of his desires also made him hesitate. Would going any further alter him internally in any way? Would crossing such a forbidden boundary taint him as a person? How would that manifest?

Finally his fascination with her breasts released him enough to allow Sutton to finally study her delectable vulva. Willow's cute, little landing-strip style pubic hair appealed to him and what hair remained was short, brown, tidy and well maintained, perhaps even professionally done. The colour of Willow's flesh at the transition zone between her skin and puffy labia majora was subtle, the pale skin growing brighter pink and the flesh swelling to protect the delicate petals of her labia minora. Delicious little folds protected her sensitive clitoris, the pale, pink flesh resting softly between her labia majora.

When revisiting the memory of that night, Sutton was never able to recall how long he stared at Willow, terrified by the possibilities of having her incapacitated and at his mercy, but the image of her lying on the hotel bed was burned so clearly on his mind that it was among the last things he saw in his inner vision when he died decades later in his eighties.

Eventually the beauty of her pussy drew him closer. Prying open her lips, he looked at her inner opening, pink and smooth. Pulling back her clitoral lid, he ogled her tiny button and began to rub the sensitive little nubbin with one gentle finger pad. Watching her face for a reaction, Sutton didn't notice the hardening of her nipples for some time, the flicker of her eyes behind her lids and the twitches of her lips snagged his attention first. It was the increased breathing making her chest rise and fall faster that caught his eye and Sutton noticed the obvious reaction of her body to his stimulation.

Getting feedback was keenly thrilling, so Sutton licked his finger and resumed rubbing Willow's clit, enjoying the sensation of her firm button under his highly sensitized finger. Entranced by the subtle responses of her body to his touch, he continued until compelled to finally insert a finger into what turned out to be her steaming wet vagina.

The heat and moisture galvanized him, a jolt of primal energy filling him as he felt that special, erotic, wet heat engulf his finger. Willow moaned and Sutton froze, his finger thrust deep within her, his body absolutely electrified by the grip of her sex. No further reaction to his invasion followed that soft moan, so with each slowing beat of his heart, Sutton regained the need to move his finger in and out, indulging in the violation of his co-worker, delighted by the feeling of her soaking wet sex caressing his middle finger.

Easing his digit in and out, scanning her face, for signs of waking, but also ogling her gorgeous form as she lolled before him, the older man did something he would never have believed himself possible of. With each further violation of the woman he otherwise respected, Sutton found himself more surprised at his own behaviour. Was it because of Willow herself, or would he have done this to any woman he found in this situation.

Even as he impulsively added a second finger to his invasion of Willow's vagina, Sutton decided with bemusement that it was likely only woman who he found as powerfully attractive as Willow- the kind of woman that the average man would never have the pleasure of sleeping with- that could have compelled him to so profoundly abandon his normally rather solid morals.

In his mind, he related it to the concept of money. How much would be tempting? At various points in his career, Sutton had opportunity to access money he shouldn't have been able to, both physically and digitally and he'd never encountered an amount high enough to tempt him. How much would it have to be? A life changing amount.

Willow was life-changingly beautiful.

For the rest of his life he would have the memory of doing anything he wanted to Willow sexually, and it appeared as if he would not have to face the consequences of his actions. If he exercised some self control, Willow would never face any consequences either, which mattered, he was happy to discover. Apparently he hadn't fully fallen to the dark side.

The glorious, spicy musky smell of Willow's sex wafted to his nose and Sutton felt his mouth squirt saliva, as if smelling a delectable meal after starving for some time. Lying face down on the bed, lowering his mouth to her sex, Sutton began to softly lick her lips, working his way up and down the thicker outer lips first, teasing himself by denying himself the ultimate goal.

Exploring each and every fold individually with great care and attention to detail, Sutton worked his way closer and closer to Willow's clitoris, taking his time. Parting her legs by pushing her knees up and away, Sutton made himself comfortable and settled in to fully satisfy his passion for eating pussy.

It had been a few years since Sutton had been with anyone and he felt it was likely to continue that way given his terrible work/life imbalance. Committed to climbing the corporate ladder, he had given up on romance after a series of unsuccessful short-term relationships following his divorce. Suddenly finding himself with the opportunity to fulfill all the ignored sexual impulses he'd been forgetting meant he wanted to soak up and savour each and every sensation.

When he had thoroughly delved between her lips and ravished every inch of her sex except her clit, he finally pulled up her tiny hood and exposed it. Proceeding to delicately tickle it, slowly adding pressure and delighting the tip of his tongue with the feeling of her nubbin, Sutton enjoyed playing with her clit with his tongue while she lay still, her faster breathing the only sign of life except the juices leaking from her burning hot sex.

It wasn't until his tongue grew sore that Sutton at last relented, by that point he had been rubbing his mouth and face all over her sex for so long his lower face was slippery with secretions. Rubbing himself on the blanket, he dried his grinning face, feeling gleeful that he had so fully gratified his nearly forgotten desires for oral sex.

Sitting up, he looked at Willow's flushed face, heaving chest and erect nipples feeling a flush of pride that he could effect her so obviously even though she was drugged. Recalling his fascination with her breasts, Sutton moved to her side and began groping her chest with possessive greed, yearning to intimately know the unconscious woman's breasts as well as he now knew her vulva.

With the subtly of a teen-aged boy drunkenly copping a feel, the middle-aged man fondled Willow's titties greedily, mauling her and tugging her nipples, disbelieving that he was getting away with such behaviour. Leaning over, he nibbled, suckled, licked and rubbed his day's growth of stubble all over her chest until he remembered he should not leave marks she would notice later. Scanning her chest for bite marks or raw flesh, he spotted red skin and little bruises she might feel the next day. Regretting being so overwhelmed by her breasts, Sutton winced at the marks his passion had left.