Ann was delighted! She'd reached him, all right! In fact, she'd wager that the slight bulge in the front of his trousers he was uncomfortably trying to conceal wasn't perpetual. Damn, she sure had reached him, and in good style! 'Yes, I think we should use the heavy bond… takes wear better,' he managed.
'I'll help you find it,' announced Ann, looking him straight in his perplexed, burning dark eyes.
'Of course, come along… it's back here!' he finally got out, his nearly tremoring voice cracking twice. 'It shouldn't take a minute.'
'Yes, then I'll get right at it,' Ann heard herself say, while intensive, if timorous, excitement, gripped her as she followed him into the coat room.
'You… you've got typing paper in your desk. I saw it when you put your typewriter cover in there,' he hissed, his breathing short and raspy as he stared at her.
'I-I know…' Ann whispered, moving toward him, so tight inside she thought something was surely going to burst! Everything that her middle-aged husband had ever recorded concerning promiscuous wives made itself available like a sensual reference library in her erotically determined brain! She raised her arms with obvious intent, letting her fingers pressure against his broad shoulders, then mindlessly ease around his neck while he stood as if immobilized into a helpless numbness. 'I-I know…!' she huskily repeated.
'J-Jesus Christ!' he choked, his strong arm wrapping around her slender waist and drawing her tightly against him, his handsome mouth hungrily finding her warm, tongue moistened lips in an ardent soul kiss! She let her own little tongue wetly greet his, her incited brain reeling as she enveloped him with the resilient fullness of her breasts, soft belly and hot thighs, urging the erogenous swell of her yielding fleshy mound against the lengthy bulge of his thickly aroused hardness. The passionate sensation of its solid, masculine feel whipped her breath away!
'Y-You're beautiful!' he hoarsely panted, smoothing his big hands lustfully over the rounded swell of her buttocks. 'Y-You were showing your breasts out there to me on purpose, weren't you?'
'Y-Yes…! D-Did you like what you saw?'
'Good God, who wouldn't?'
His words were hot, gasping breaths against her face, the heat of his strong, sensitive hands penetrating through the knit of her dress to the tensed ovals of her rounded buttocks! It'd gone just as she'd hoped… her bit of lewd exhibitionism… but now, what? God, this was no time to get panicky, or suddenly have second thoughts! Yet…?
'Well…?' he insisted. 'When can we get together, you little ball of fire? You want it real bad, I can tell that. Is this work getting to you, honey?'
'Ooooohhhh… I-I don't know!' she tremulously whispered. 'But… I do want to, darling…!'
'Damn, you really mean that, don't you?' he croaked, his breathing filling the cluttered little room with short, sizzling sounds.
For an answer, Ann uncontrollably pressured even tighter against him, almost imperceptibly undulating her desire-filled, soft belly, loins and thighs with suggestive fervency against his hardened, rhythmically throbbing cock. A scene from a men's magazine she'd found in her father's underwear drawer raced through the archives of her sensually intoxicated mind and like the young wife in the story who was desperately trying to seduce her reluctant neighbor, she passionately kissed him on the lips, then began to tickle the end of his handsome nose with the tip of her hot, wet little tongue.
'Ummmmggghhhhh…' he huskily groaned, his heated hands stroking downward to the backs of her nyloned thighs, then up in under her tiny skirt to tease the smooth flesh of them above her stockings, and finally to caress and cup the rounded fullness of her flimsily covered buttocks! His wetly fevered mouth smothered her own as she sensually returned as much as he gave, eagerly lashing tongues with him, while his finger tips descended, tracing the deep crevice separating the tensed mounds of her ovalled, near naked buttocks. Then, one outstretched thick finger was worming its way between her trembling, full thighs from behind, the erotic sensation causing her to gasp out! Suddenly through her panties, she felt its wanted hot pressure against the desire-dampened mouth of her cunt, and an electric current rippled through her as it tried to wriggle inside the moistened, narrow crotch- band.
'No… no, darling, not here!' the hotly aroused young wife whispered, locking her strong, full thighs like a fleshy vise over his probing hand to hamper his frantic operation. 'Please… what if Carl should walk in? Please… it's too dangerous with him right out there in the other office!' she insisted, her sultry blue eyes searching his while she reached behind her and gently disengaged his lewdly exploring fingers. Then, pressing the hardened tips of her proud young breasts against his chest, she reached beyond him to the top shelf and began tearing open a ream of paper.
'What the hell are you doing, Ann?'
'We're in here getting paper, remember, Doctor?' she flirted.
'Oh, my God, I forgot. You're something else, girl, believe me…'
And then the frustration of last night's disappointing lovemaking came over her. 'Please don't tease me…'
'Me? Teasing you? Oh, that's really funny, Ann! Who the hell is teasing who?' he hotly questioned, trying to draw her back tight to him, while she wedged her hands against his chest as a buffer. Then, in defense of his actions, he quickly added, 'Believe me, if Carl wasn't in the same office right now, I'd… I'd…!'
'You'd what?' she excitedly pressed, wanting to hear him say it.
'Well, you know. Don't play coy with me. I'm a doctor, remember? I do research on sex, I know what I would do…'
'You'd fuck me right here?' the intensively fired Ann lewdly finished for him in an intimate whisper, the four letter word never sounding more exciting to her, or to him, as it obscenely tumbled from her lush lips at that moment. 'I-is that what you were going to say?'
'Couldn't have put it more aptly, you luscious creature!' he cawed, his lust-inflamed dark eyes reflecting the depth of the jolt her use of the graphic word had triggered inside him. He gushed a hot draft of breath against her face, his eyes gleaming with a frenzy. 'When, Ann? After work? After lunch? When?'
'Wait a minute, not so fast. We have a report to get out, remember?' Ann reflexively countered, something in the nature of apprehension clutching at her within. She took the ascot from his breast pocket to dab away the smear her darkly tinted lipstick had left on his mouth. It was a stall for time, her mind racing in a melee of confusion. 'B-Better throw this hanky away,' she said, tucking it back into his pocket.
'What… what about after work? My wife won't be home til later tonight since she has a late class…'
'What about work?' she interrupted, in God's name, never knowing why, unless that was a woman's natural reaction and subconsciously placing herself in the position of his vivacious young wife whom she'd only met a couple of times.
He stared at her open-mouthed, part of the expression on his handsome face and in his tormented eyes enough to make her want to climb right up on the shelf for him! Ohhhhh… she was really hot – it was a wonder that her tiny, thin panties didn't disintegrate. Maybe they had! Still, she couldn't deny the forces, whatever their source, that were restraining her, and she'd never realized how devoted to her work she'd been before. Or did it have something to do with allegiance to her dear husband Carl, who, at this very minute was dully plodding over his work.
'What the hell! Forget about work for a change, okay, Ann? This affair between you and me has nothing to do with work, and personally, I need a little time off now and then… Besides…' he added in a calculated aside, 'you can't tell me the subject of this research has nothing to do with your condition…'
Before he could finish or she could answer, Carl's voice boomed from the other room. 'How about somebody in there making me a cup of coffee?' With bated breath, they listened to him pacing back and forth, maybe shuffling through the files on her desk and lay open and waiting for attention.
'How about it? After work?' George pressed in an urgent whisper.
'N-No, I have to finish that work and get it to the photocopier. You said so yourself… isn't that right?' Ann defensively answered, hardly knowing what she meant by those words.
'Work…? Christ, girl, what's wrong with you, anyway? You're hotter than a pistol one minute, and the next you want to put me off for a Xerox machine. What's the deal?'
'Hey, anybody in there?' It was Carl's voice, louder and more insistent than before. 'We've got work to get done out here in case you haven't forgotten!'
