Reluctant Older Co-worker

[Gareman]

OOC: Looking for a female writer to take the part of Karen Hess, a 40-45 year old administrative assistant. She was raised in a very conservative household, married young and never learned to cut loose and enjoy sex. Still married, she lives a very boring life and would never dream that a man Chris' age would ever be remotely attracted to her.

My Character: Chris Madden, age 24 - 6'0" 195 lbs. Blue Eyes Blond Hair.


IC:

My first day on the job and I find myself slightly nervous as I enter the large building. Approaching the reception desk, I inform the young receptionist that I am new and need to see Mr. Fallon.
She smiles warmly, her soft brown hair accentuating a fairly attractive face.

"Sure..and who may I say is waiting?" she inquires politely.

"Oh..yeah...sorry," I reply, embarrassed by my stupidity. "Chris Madden."

She nods and calls my new supervisor who takes almost no time to come down and greet me.

Bill Fallon escorts me to my desk, introducing me to several people as we walk. I try my best to remember their names, but for some reason only one name and face stick: Karen Hess.

I can imagine that to most of the men in the building she might seem like a plain, boring, middle-aged woman. But to me, something strikes me immediately...something I can't quite put my finger on...

 

[Azalea]

OOC: Karen Hess, 45, 5'5", 140#, ample breasts and hips, well-toned abs and thighs (ballet exercises for years), brown shoulder-length hair, green eyes - admin. asst.

IC:

As Chris Madden was introduced to me, I stood and shook his hand, and was surprised by the firmness of his grip and the intensity of his eyes. The most gorgeous blue eyes I'd ever seen on a man, I thought. We exchanged pleasantries, and then Mr. Fallon hurried on to more cursory introductions as he worked Chris over to his office.

I sat back down, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of me for a moment. What in heaven's name was wrong with me, I thought.....he's just a new kid on this block, one of many promising young guys trying to hop on the fast track. But I sensed something....what was it, an intuition? Wishful thinking?

I decided to take a coffee break and gather my wandering thoughts. As I walked over to the employee lounge, I was suddenly very glad I had decided to wear my new shorter-skirted suit, with its crisply tailored cropped jacket over a sheer silk blouse. Call me crazy, but can't blame a girl for dreaming, now can you?

My kids were long gone, off to university.....hubby spent most of his time playing golf or poker with the boys.......that left one very lonesome, under-appreciated woman with a body built for pleassure and nowhere to find it.....least not at home. Well Chris Madden, I thought, you have just officially become my fantasy for the day.....maybe for the next whole week........

 

[Gareman]

Bill leaves me alone at my new desk with a stack of paperwork to complete. I scan my surroundings, a small cubicle with short walls, giving me a clear view of the entire room. My PC sits in one corner of the small L-shaped work area, giving me a view into the room that Bill described as the "employee lounge".

As I tackle the endless array of forms, I notice several employees wandering into the small room to grab a cup of coffee. Inevitably each glances my way, checking out the new "monkey in his cage".
I smile at each, in turn, and return my attention to my pile of paperwork.

Noticing another passing co-worker, I look up, but this time my eyes lock onto the subject. It's Karen....

Now I'm not sure exactly why I'm so drawn to older women. Maybe a psychologist could somehow tie it to my realtionship with my mother, or some such nonsense. But, there is no denying what certain mature ladies do to me and Karen seems to be one of that select group.

As she walks by, I notice her glance in my direction and then quickly turn away as I look up. She turns into the employee lounge and I take the opportunity to check out her shapely legs and sexy ass.

Without any conscious decision, I stand up and head in her direction. Hoping that maybe she will pity the new guy and take me under her wing, I grab a rather complicated form and walk into the lounge....

 

[Azalea]

Karen poured herself a huge mug of coffee and started to sit at one of the small cafe-style tables, when in walked the new guy.....Chris, she thought, love that name.

He noticed her sitting there and smiled, said, "Just the person I think could help me! Mind if I get a coffee and show you something....Ms. Hess, isn't it?"

He remembers my name? Lord, he can show me anything he likes...
"Please call me Karen....Chris, right?"

"Thanks, yes......where's the sugar?" He was rooting around, and Karen came over and opened a cabinter over their heads. When she reached up to get the container of sugar, Chris took a sidelong glance at the way her breasts moved inside of her tight jacket.

"Here you go...so many of us are into the articfifial sweetener thing, sometimes folks try to hide the good stuff," she smiled.
She walked back and sat, her legs crossed, which hiked her skirt up a little.

Chris fixed his cup and came over to sit with her.
"This set of forms is a bit differently laid out than I am used to. Could you go over which sections need to be initialed and which signed? First day jitters, I guess, want to make sure it's perfect."

"No problems, Chris, let me look at it with you."

They sat close enough to share the paperwork, sipping their coffee, looking together as Chris indicated the doubtful areas. He had done them all perfectly, Karen thought.....guess he really must be a little nervous.

Chris watched her read over the forms, and decided to be bold.....nothing ventured, nothing gained. His nickname wasn't "go-getter" for nothing.

"Ms. Hess...that is, Karen, where do most of you go for lunch?"

"Well,"she replied, there's a pretty decent cafe on the ground floor. There's always a good selection of stuff....salads, soups, sandwiches, and generally a plate lunch on Mondays. When does your lunch hour start?"

"Stroke of noon, how about yours? Of course, you might have plans already," he said, hopefully.

"No, nothing planned....and I get off at noon as well. Would you like me to show you this little place?"

 

[Gareman]

As we speak, I find myself drawn to this older woman. She seems like such a nice...motherly sort.

I act confused over some of the paperwork and she politely takes a few moments to go over everything with me. Moving closer to see a section that she points out to me, I take a deep breath and savor the sweet scent of her perfume. God, she smells so nice!

I study her face and let my gaze move down her neck...

Again..my strange attraction to women twice my age! I can't put my finger on what it is. But it is so strong...so overpowering.

My eyes continue lower...down to her large breasts...

I've already noticed the ring, but oddly that doesn't deter me. Somehow it enhances the whole fantasy. Maybe it's the whole taboo subject...the adultery just adding another layer to the forbidden act.

My penis begins to harden as we sit together and speak of lunch. Her beautiful green eyes brightening, almost imperceptibly, as we agree to eat together.

"Thank for looking at this," I utter, trying to sound normal. "I really appreciate it."

She smiles warmly and rises, grabbing her coffee. Again I briefly glance at her breasts and she catches me. For a second there is an uneasy silence and then I add.

"See you at noon?"

 

[Azalea]

Karen, in first person

"I am looking forward to it, Chris, yes," I replied. He seemed a bit flustered by my catching him staring at my breasts, but I didn't mind at all. In fact, the look of lust for them I thought I read on his face excited me. I returned to my desk and somehow got through the next two hours. It was an effort not to keep looking for Chris, to concentrate on my work, but I did so, just counting the minutes till noon.

********

A shadow fell across my paperwork, and I loooked up to find him smiling down at me.

"Aren't you a little hungry, Karen?" he said, looking pointedly at his watch. "By my time, it's lunch hour, and I'm famished."

As I rose to get my purse and walk with him to the elevators, I felt my heart racing. Chris was so good-looking, I was proud to be seen walking with him. There were plenty of younger, sexier women in that office......how had I been so lucky?

We didn't speak on the way down to the ground floor. the elevator was crowded, and I found myself standing quite close, our hips actually touching. When the doors pulled open and we stepped out, I pointed down the hall to a large flourescent sign.....Bistro.

"Hope you like this place, dear," I said as we entered the little cafe. There was the usual lunch hour crowd, but it was not difficult to find a table. The Bistro was a bit higher-priced than the places down the street from their building, and the patrons were generally a pretty quiet bunch. the atmosphere was busy, but with a quiet efficiency rather than a boisterous noisiness.

Chris pulled my chair out for me, which i found devasttingly sweet.
We looked at the menu together and ordered the soup and salad combination of the day. When the waitress was gone, I turned to him and asked, "What brought you to our company, dear?"

 

[Gareman]

Sitting together at the small cafe, I began to feel somewhat silly about my desires for Karen. After noticing the array of family photos at her desk it seemed quite obvious that she was a happily married woman. What could she possibly want from a snot-nosed kid like myself? If she had any idea of the vivid sexual fantasies that had run through my mind all morning, she would most certainly laugh and tell me to grow up.

"What brought you to our company, dear?" she inquires, smiling warmly.

I scramble for words to make me seem mature and confident, but draw a blank. I look into her deep, mysterious green eyes and again begin feeling aroused in a strange, evil way. She's so maternal...calling me "dear" and looking after me. How can I possibly be lusting after her?

Finally I blurt out something semi-intelligent, still trying to cleanse my mind of the indecent thoughts running rampant.

"Actually, I just needed to get my foot in the door," I offer quietly. "I'm really hoping to eventually get into the MIS department as a software developer."

I take a drink of water and wait for her reply, my eyes again betraying me and moving down to her full ample breasts. The sounds of the busy restaurant fade into the distance as my mind drifts away into another delicious fantasy:


Karen is kneeling naked before me. Her motherly eyes looking up into my own as she slides her warm, moist tongue up along the underside of my hard cock.

"Do you like that, dear?" she asks in her most polite, caring tone.

I stare down, noticing her full breasts, specked with freckles. The sensation of her tongue is amazing.

"Uh Huh," I grunt, watching her open her mouth and slowly begin accepting my thick penis between her softly painted lips.


Suddenly, I snap back to reality and realize she has said something. I have no idea what it was...

 

[Azalea]

"I said, what do you want for dessert, Chris? They have a perfectly sinful chocolate fudge cake here."

He stammered out a weak, "Yes, I'd love some," and I called our waiter over to order us each a piece. When he had taken our order and gone to fetch our cake, I noticed Chris seemed to be fixated on staring at my jacket.......my breasts were shown to best advantage by the sheer blouse I wore undeneath. I caught my breath and wondered, is this gorgeous young guy attracted to me?

The waiter brought our dessert and we both dug in and ate with relish. Chris seemed to be watching every bite enter my mouth, and his vibes were definitely coming through. I decided to throw caution to the winds and do somehing daring.

"Chris," I said, delicately wiping chocolate frosting from my lip, "I sometimes go to the little pub down the stret for a pick-me-up after work. I was wondering........would you care to join me, and talk over your first day?"

He hesitated, and I felt my face grow red......had I misread him? Was it just wishful thinking on my part?

"Karen, that sounds like a great idea," he said, and my heart skipped several beats......

 

[Gareman]

Surprised and pleased by her invitation, my confidence began to grow. What would possess a happily married woman to invite me out after work? Was she just trying to be nice and make me feel comfortable? Or was there something else going on? Maybe her happy little home wasn't so happy after all.

She seemed somewhat nervous about asking, in fact, I noticed her hands trembling slightly as she ate her dessert. An indication that maybe she wasn't totally comfortable with her decision? Or maybe a fear of appearing silly?

Seizing the moment, I waited before answering, hoping to get a better read on her. In the few moments that passed, I began to feel a familiar sensation spread throughout my being. A hunter, stalking his prey....waiting for just the right moment. The adrenaline began to kick in. I wondered if she had any idea what she might be getting herself into.

My mind flashes back to my mom's friend Arlene. Abandoned by her husband, she became my first conquest. Having known me since childhood, she had no qualms about letting me come over and help around the house. Yardwork...carpentry...etc. It was all so innocent. The long talks on rainy summer afternoons. The innocent physical contact...a brush here, a hug there...

Our first kiss was amazing...she pulled away, knowing the implications...but I pressed forward. My hands found her breasts and she tried weakly to push me away, but I knew she needed me as much as I needed her. I'll never forget the moment of penetration...her tearstained face looking up at me...my thick penis finding her moistness and pushing inside. A soft whimper as I stretch her...and then an afternoon of uncontrolled passion.

Could Karen be another? I can't help but wonder.

"So Karen," I inquire. "Tell me a little about your family."

 

[Azalea]

I was a little taken aback at his question, but then it showed a really sweet side to Chris, so I explained a little about my "
gang."

"Well, if you insist!" I smiled. "Hubby is a lawyer for a huge medical group, keeps him pretty busy....playing golf, that is!"
I nervously took a sip of water, my throat was so dry.
"He's really good at what he does, and he does have to spend a lot of time networking. This afternoon, for example, he has a huge private golf tournament to do, bunch of visiting doctors and lawyers at some kind of conference. I can't keep up with the names of all the things he has to attend."

Chris seemed interested, and I went on, dreading the next part.....talking about my kids would emphasize that I was old enough to be his mother, and I was reluctant to remind him of that right about now.

"My daughter is in accounting at State, and my son works in software development for computer gaming. They're great kids, I'm proud of both of them."

"Golf tournament, hum? Guess that leaves you high and dry....or do you like to go to those things and watch?" he asked.

"I hate golf! Dave would die of shock if he found me in the crowd. No, I will just get that drink with you after work and then figure out what to eat for supper."
Like you, for instance, I thought, and felt my face turn red,

 

[Gareman]

Hmmm, I thought to myself. Hubby didn't seem to spend much time at home.

Finishing my dessert, I grab the check and insist on paying.

"It's my treat," I say, taking out my credit card. "I owe you for your hospitality."

On the return trip to the office, there seemed to be an uneasy silence. Something had happened at lunch, but I wasn't certain exactly what. In my own mind, I had obtained some very valuable information and was looking forward to our meeting after work. But I saw something in Karen's eyes that wasn't there earlier.

Exiting the elevator and heading our separate ways, I smiled.

"I'll meet you here, after work," I said, giving her a quick wink. "Have a good afternoon."

The rest of the day dragged. I really hadn't been given much work to do, so I had plenty of time to think about Karen. Those mysterious green eyes hid something...something that I wanted to discover. Was she really just a dedicated wife and mother or was there something beneath the surface? Something begging to get out. Maybe it was my job to help her set it free...

 

[Azalea]

I literally countd the minutes until four o 'clock, couldn't keep my mind on my work. With all the hot sweet young things prancing around our suite of offices, Chris Madden had agreed to have after-work drinks with me.

It had amazed me how easy he was to talk to. So many guys were downright dull when it came to actual conversation. Their small talk seemed limited mainly to sports stats and the stock market. Chris actually had things to talk about......we shared an interest in films and books, for example, and he seemed eager to hear my thoughts.

When the time came, I was standing near the elevator, watching for him. At fifteen after four, I began to fear he had changed his mind. It wouldn't be the first time in my life I had been "stood up." My husband did it all the time, making "dates" for lunch, drinks, dinner, and then breaking them because something had come up." His clients always came before me.

Just when I was ready to give up and go home, I heard a familiar-sounding step and turned to see Chris headed my way, looking a little flustered. He started talking befoe he even got to me.

"Helen, please forgive me, I had to go over the day with my section leader......took way longer than I had planned for."

"That's qwuite all right," I said, smiling, inwardly relieved to find he still wanted my company.

He held my elbow as we stepped into the elevator, and we found ourselves alone. We were suddenly awkwardly silent, and I could feel an electric tension in the air. When we stepped out, he again took my elbow, and guided me through a sudden ruch of people all headed for the same doors.

When we hit the sidewalk, I pointed down the street to a purple neon sign......O'Flarehatey's. I loved the place.....best draft Guiness this side of Dublin, and usually pretty quiet, even when there was a crowd. The after-work rush causd us to become briefly separated, and Chris reached through a knot of people to catch hold of my hand so as not to lose me. When our hands met, I shivered a little......and when he seemed to want to continue holding it all the way to the pub door, my heart was positively pounding.....

 

[Gareman]

I noticed a sudden wave of people and grasped Karen's hand, seizing on the opportunity to make physical contact. She squeezed back and something seemed to connect between us. It was probably my imagination, but I thought I felt a sense of desperation in her grip.

Finally reaching our destination, I continued to hold Karen's small hand in mine. As I opened the heavy wooden door, I led her inside and immediately felt comfortable in our surrooundings. A place to talk, share a few beers and hopefully lose a few inhibitions.

I surveyed the busy pub and spotted a small table..semi-isolated..in the far corner.

"How does that one look?" I asked Karen pointing accross the room.

She nodded approvingly and we made a beeline, still hand-in-hand toward the chosen spot.

"May I?" I asked, politely as I pulled out her chair and gestured for her to be seated. I realized the Karen, despite her wealth, was anything but a spoiled woman. The look of joy...at my act of chivalry...proved that hubby had long since stopped being a gentleman. I had to wonder what else was being neglected.

Our waitress came quickly...a beautiful young blonde woman, just about my age. She smiled warmly, giving me an extra wide grin which Karen caught imediately. Karen and I both ordered a Guiness and away she went, glancing back twice...both times busted by my older companion.

For a second there was an awkward silence, both of us really feeling the age difference, for the first time. I knew that Karen was feeling more than a little jealousy and I was enjoying the power that it gave me. Having been with enough women, I knew that a little competition always upped the ante. How high could I get Karen to go? I was about to find out...

As I turned back to Karen, after checking out our sexy young waitress, I saw the look. Jealousy...mixed with determination...

Perfect!

"So Karen," I said leaning closer. "What do you like to do in your spare time? I mean...it seems as though you must spend an awful lot of time alone."

I waited for her answer, studying the apprehensive look on her face. Just as she was about to speak... Heather, our busty young waitress returned with our drinks. Bending down she gave me a perfect view down the front of her low-cut blouse which I was more than willing to accept.

"Thanks!" I said, handing her a twenty dollar bill. "Keep the change!"

Karen, now more frazzled than ever, opened her mouth to speak...

 

[Azalea]

Seeing Chris let the waitress keep the change on that twenty, I wondered who he was trying to impress, her or me? Why did she have to be so obviously young and blonde? My heart sank, as I couldn't help but notice how she had caught his eye.

I cleared my throat and stammered out some kind of reply to his question.
"I do have lots of time on my own, especially lately. Hubby's been busy networking with some very big clients these past weeks, and he rarely gets home before six or seven in the evening, often later."

I stopped, took a sip of my drink, and was relieved to see that Chris was giving me his complete attention, despite the comings and goings of pretty young things around the tables.

"I love movies, " I continued, "and spend lot of time watching them.......on DVD, of course, I hate to go to the theatre by myself."

"Hey, Karen, I'm in the same spot as you," Chris responded with an eagerness I hoped was real. "I love to go to the movies, but hate to go alone. Perhaps you and I might go together one afternoon?"

Now my heart was racing....did he say what I thought he just said? I tried to seem a little nonchalant about it....didn't want to appear desperate!

"I would simply love to take you up on that, Chris. Why don't we watch what's playing over the next week or two and see if we can agree on a movie and a date....I mean, time to go?" Oops, the word "date" slipped out, hope he didn't take that as too much of a come-on.

For a woman my age, I suddenly felt like a giddy teenage girl. I had to do something about my nervousness, and quick.

"Chris, would you excuse me, Hon, I need to freshen my make-up," I said, a bit clumsily, and hurried off to the powder room to catch my breath.

 

[Gareman]

Watching Karen move through the now very crowded bar, I signalled the waitress to bring another round. She nodded and smiled widely, taking no time to come over with the two fresh drinks.

"Here you are, sir," the young waitress said, placing the Guinesses on the small table.

"No...no..no," I replied. "My name is Chris...I'm not old enough to be a sir."

She laughed, standing back up after giving me another nice long look at her breasts.

"My name is Chris too...and this round is on me."

I watched her walk away, studying her tight ass and long legs. God if I had come alone, I'd be all over that...but maybe another day....

My mind returned to Karen and I chuckled to myself. She had tried, in vain, to cover up the word "date", which had slipped from her mouth. I had noticed the strange, uncomfortable look and had made a mental note to find just the right time to use the forbidden word again. Maybe after a few cold one's the concept might be a little more acceptable to her. Then again, maybe after a few cold one's we could skip the fomalities and....

Again I begin imagining Karen:



"Chris...we shouldn't be doing this..." she protests, as my hands fondle her breasts and unbutton her blouse. "Pleeeease...I'm a married woman..."

Her words find deaf ears and I peel away the soft cotton material reaching behind her to unfasten her bra. She struggles weakly, not really wanting me to stop, but feeling the forbidden nature of our actions.

My right hand slides up under her skirt....



"Hello....earth to Chris...."

I snap back to reality and see Karen seated across from me. Her image was so real...so exciting that I find my penis hard and ready in my semi-tight slacks. For a second I struggle to put coherent thoughts together...but then I begin to find my rhythm again.

"Sorry...just zoning out." I apologized. "It's been a tough day...you know...so much to learn."

Karen's smile lights up the room. It's so loving...so warm...so motherly. It's exactly what had caught my attention earlier. The mere thought of getting this "typical suburban mom" into bed and breaking every taboo in the book is my motivation. God, she looks hot...

 

[Azalea]

I was not born yesterday, and I recognized the hungry look Chris was giving that hot young waitress. I stalled a bit, letting her be good and gone, then walked back to our table and sat down. I started to speak, but Chris was in another world. I decided to quit being coy. If I was going to get him interested in spending a little time with me, I would have to lay my cards on the table, so to speak.


"You seemed to catch on pretty quickly to the routine, dear," I said sippping my drink for courage. "You fit in perfectly."

"Thanks, Karen, I think I'm going to like it there, everyone is so helpful and friendly."

Clearing my throat, I took what was for me, a very daring plunge....
"Chris, Dave won't be home till quite late, and I hate to eat supper alone. I have some steaks marinating....want to help me eat them?"

 

[Gareman]

Dinner? At her house? And Dave wouldn't be home for hours? Hmmmmm!!

To say the least, my curiosity and of course something more tangible was piqued. I studied her closely, allowing enough time to see her uncertainty...to feel her uneasiness building...and then I accepted.

"You are definitely too nice," I complimented. "You barely know me and are inviting me back for a home cooked meal. That is so sweet."

Moving together through the crowd, Karen mentions that she always takes the train downtown. I immediately offer to drive, and we quickly make our way back toward the office building and into the parking ramp next door. The sound of our footsteps echoes in the nearly empty building as we find the elevator and enter. The short ride to the 3rd level should be quick, but it seems to drag on endlessly, neither of us sure exactly what to say.

Karen seems extremely edgy. Way too edgy for a woman simply wanting to share a meal with a co-worker. Could she be contemplating what I think she may be? No...that would be so... unthinkable. She's a happily married woman with kids my age, for God's sake! I'm obviously kidding myself.

The elevator doors finally open and I lead her to my small sports car. Nothing special...but it gets me around.

"Here," I offer....opening the passenger door. "It's kind of low."

I take her hand and help her into the small bucket seat, catching a quick glimpse of her legs as her skirt rides up. God would I like to spread them nice and wide and give her every inch of my....

Moving to my side of the car, I hop in and start her up.

"Okay...Karen," I say enthusiastically. "Lead the way!"

 

[Azalea]

I felt so self-conscious sitting in the bucket seat of Chris's sporty car, my legs pretty well on display, as my skirt tended to ride up. But I also felt terribly excited, full of a mix of nervousness and anticipation. I had no idea what would unfold in the next hour or so, but whatever it was, it had to be more fun than going home to an empty house.

It didn't take us long to negotiate the freeway traffic and find the ramp to my quiet residential neighborhood. We drove up to a two-story brick with a well-manicured lawn and curving driveway. Chris whistled. "Whoa, Karen, this is quite a spread, Hon!"

"Well," I said, a little embarrassed but also pleased, "Dave is very successful at what he does."

"I'll say! If ever I get in dutch, I'll know who to call!" Chris laughed and drove up to the entrance. He came over to my side and opened my door, extending his hand to help me out. I very cvarefully managed my exit so as not to flash too much, and reflected on how marvelous it felt to be given such gentlemanly treatment.

We walked in and I indicated the living room to Chris.
"Make yourself at home, dear, there's a wet bar there to your right."
I unbuttoned my jacket and laid it over the back of a chair, and caught Chris staring rather pointedly at me. I realized the blouse I had on was pretty sheer, and my nipples were erect and plainly visible through the soft bra I was wearing. Blushing, I went over to the bar and got the silver ice bucket.

"I'll go in the kitchen and get us some fresh ice," i said, and Chris, to my surprise, hopped up and said, "Can I come?"

Bemused, I answered, "Of course you can come! I'm afraid there's nothing very exciting in there, though....just your average middle class kitchen, very boring."

"Won't be boring with you in it," Chris quipped, and I felt my heart race. Gosh, I thought, am I ready for this?

 

[Gareman]

Feeling the chemistry starting to flow between us, I follow Karen into the kitchen. Walking closely behind, I stay well within her personal space and begin to feel a nervousness...maybe a hesitancy growing within my sexy co-worker.

She moves to the large refrigerator and pulls open the freezer, the coolness of the air hitting her breasts and causing her nipples to harden even more. I watch intently, feeling strangely guilty, but incredibly horny at the same time. The guilt arises from the fact that this is her and her families space...a place that they no doubt spent many hours together...and here I am just wanting to get her clothes off and fuck her brains out. I wonder how I would feel about some kid my age thinking these things about my mother...

"There's an ice bucket in that cupboard," she says motioning across the room. "Would you be a dear and get it for me ?"

My eyes snap away from her breasts, hoping she hasn't noticed my obvious leering. I walk over and open the cupboard, finding the deep blue ice bucket and taking it to her.

She smiles warmly as I approach and once again the guilt rises. Such a nice woman and all I can think about is sex....what's wrong with me?

But my alter-ego has it's agenda set and there's no turning back now.

"So Karen," I hear myself say, not believing the words are from me. "Do you always invite men over when Dave is out...or am I just very very lucky?"

My left hand gives her the ice bucket while my right hand finds her shoulder and gives it a little rub.

My words seem to surprise her and for a moment she doesn't respond...

 

[Gareman]

OOC: I am looking for someone to continue the role of Karen....any takers??