The Account Manager (closed for IntriguedLover)

[BurningMonkey]

Ben Crawford, age 43

Ben leaned back in his chair, tiredly. One more meeting, and then his day was done, and though after-hours meetings were usually a pain, he found he was actually kind of looking forward to this one.

She wasn’t one of his direct reports, but was only assigned to him temporarily. When Henry had come down sick, his accounts had been divided up among the other administrators, and Ben had acquired three new account managers that he was to meet with weekly. But with almost a dozen reports of his own, finding room for three more regular meetings would have meant some serious schedule juggling and an attendant interruption of the normal work-flow.

And so, with his new staff members’ permission, he had set it up to meet with them individually after normal work hours; it meant he had to stay late three nights a week, but at least it didn’t seriously disrupt the department. Gloria hadn’t been happy, but she’d been mollified when he explained that it was only temporary until Henry returned from sick leave.

This one was a relatively new hire; she’d only been with the company for a month. Animated, young, strikingly pretty, she had already caused a bit of a stir among the male population. She had a nice wavy frame, too, and though she never dressed unprofessionally, still there was something almost provocative about her wardrobe choices. He suspected she would have been provocative even if she wore a burlap sack; there was something…sinuous and liquid about the way she moved, like her joints were connected with ball bearings. And he’d been around the block often enough that he recognized a woman who very much enjoyed the attention of men, and she was one.

I wouldn’t mind tapping that, myself he mused idly, but it was only an idle thought, much as it made Mr. Stiffy twich. He wouldn’t try for it, for three reasons: One, the company had a strict policy about liaisons between employees, especially when it involved two people of different rank. Any moves in that regard, even if reciprocated, could lead to termination. Two, a man had to be careful; sexual harassment charges were nothing to be scoffed at. And three, he was married. He’d seen enough men’s lives go down in flames because they let the little head do their thinking, losing family, home, and career. He wasn’t about to go down that path.

Still, she was nice eye-candy to sit across the table from, and her presence would brighten an otherwise onerous task.

 

[IntriguedLover]

Character Profile : Cassandra Jane Kingston, Age 25, Wearing and Shoes, 34D bosom and hourglass figure.

Cassandra Jane Kingston, a.k.a. Cassie to her friends, was an account manager working under Mr. Crawford. She had been asked about 2 weeks ago to cover some extra clients while a fellow co-worker was out sick temporarily. She wasn't used to the extra workload, but she didn't question Mr. Crawford's ideas. Anytime that he needed her to do the extra work, she took that as a compliment to her abilities to handle any situation.

She had studied at NYU for her Masters and Bachelor Degree, not to mention she was quite the looker. She never went out that much to nightclubs because to her, she was married to her work. She didn't mind the extra hours because it only meant more money coming her way. She knew that she turned heads in the office because of how she dressed. She was told to dress business casual, but all of the clothes that she bought from New York & Company were sexy to say the least. Mr. Crawford hadn't said any different in her choices so it had to be okay.

The last meeting of the day was fast approaching. She had to present her findings and give a presentation to him on how some of the clientele were handling her being their account manager. She walked into the board room where he was sitting alone and took the seat across from him. "Hello, Mr. Crawford," she said happily, sitting her files onto the table. "I bet Mrs. Crawford cannot wait for you to get home." She was always bubbly and happy during the work day, trying to make a great impression on him so she would be kept for extra time even after Henry came back to work.

"So, the Darrens' are thinking about recommending some of their friends and family to our office, saying that they were needing some extra help with their finances," she began, standing up to hand him one of the folders, her ample cleavage prominently showing as she bent over the table to hand it to him. "And Ms. Jones was asking about possibly combining two of her accounts to her client file since she thought the work Henry had been doing was excellent." She looked up into his eyes, knowing that he was looking her over. She shook her head and continued presenting the work she had done that day. Sure she loved the attention that she had gained since joining his workforce, but she knew a majority of the men were married and she made it a point not to cross work with pleasure. To her, that would interfere with her progress and kept her love life out of the workplace.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Ben looked over the files as she handed them to him. As she leaned over the table, he got a clear, long view down the delightful valley between her boobs. Damn, but they looked nice! He didn't see any evidence of a bra, and wondered if she was even wearing one.

He was distracted by her come-fuck-me-red dress with its tight waist and peek-a-boo lace top. And her fuck-me heels. She always dressed sharp, and her outfits always seemed to reek of sensuality and sexuality, even now with a relatively modest hemline and conservative scoop neck.

He mentally shook his head. It wouldn't do. There was business, and there was pleasure, and this was business.

"These all seem to be doing well, and your efforts are appreciated. I do have a few questions on this one," he said, indicating one of the thick folders. "Come over here and sit with me, so we neither of us have to try to read upside down."

She came around the table and sat in the chair adjacent, leaning over as he opened the file. "These figures here..." he indicated. "Please explain where they came from, and what they signify."

As she launched into the discussion and they moved pages back and forth, he was acutely aware of every casual, accidental touch, every brushing of hands, even the touch of her knee under the table. He suddenly felt warm, and unbuttoned another button on his shirt. I'm probably going to attack Gloria when I get home, he thought ruefully.

Finally the explanations and discussion was finished, and he leaned back. "Well, that all seems good. You've learned a lot since coming on board. I think the firm will be very happy that they hired you."

"I should be getting home to the missus. She's not all that happy about these late work nights." He paused, then asked conversationally, "How about you? Got someone at home waiting for you?"

 

[IntriguedLover]

She was fine with reading upside down since she had taught herself to do so when her teachers would be writing out stuff in school. Nevertheless, she got up and walked to the other side of the table and sat next to him. A man twice her age wasn't bad looking whatsoever, so yes, she did try to seem flirtatious at some points. "Well, these figures here are corrections to Henry's work. Some of the numbers didn't make sense to me, so I tallied them up again," she told him. "I contacted the clients about the amounts and met with two of them. It seems that Henry didn't add all the amounts in or added too much to the final result."

When he unbuttoned his shirt a bit more, she couldn't help but glance. "Damn," she thought to herself. She was feeling kind of hot in her down there but tried to shake her head freeing her mind of the naughty thoughts. Her senses came back to reality when she heard him ask if she had someone at home. "Oh no, not for me," she said blushing slightly. "There hasn't been anyone since High School. I'm always focused more on my work than my life outside of the workplace." She got up to place all the papers back in the case files before starting to head out the door. "Heh, seems like we're the only two here yet again, Mr. Crawford," she said jokingly.

 

[BurningMonkey]

"Wait--what?" he asked, surprised. She paused in the doorway, files in hand. "Since high school?" He looked at her, genuinely curious now. "Um, do you have a minute? Come sit."

She hesitantly walked back to the table and took a seat, this time on the other side of the table again. Just as well, he thought. Temptation, get thee behind me...

"Cassie--may I call you Cassie?--I've noticed that you're here a lot, and that's unusual for a woman your age; most young people are out the door when they can be, off to have fun with their friends.

"You're pretty, you're obviously bright, and you're very personable. So if you don't mind my asking, why no boyfriend?" It's a damned shame, something this good sitting on the shelf; somebody should be shtupping that fine piece.

"What do you do for fun? Outside of work, I mean?" You should be out sinning...

 

[IntriguedLover]

"Yeah, not since High School.." she laughed. It was pretty pathetic but none of the jocks liked her in High School. Her boyfriend at that time was a bookworm like her but she had lost touch with him when he transferred to Yale. "Yes sir, you may call me that. Most of the guys do anyway," she said with a smile. "I just haven't found anyone special or that makes me feel good, y'know." She was shy when it came to that topic, but she felt like she could open up to her boss.

When the question came about what she does for fun, she really didn't know how to answer him. "I don't really do anything for fun. After work, I'll just order food in at my loft, that's about it." She was lying to him at this point, she didn't want her credibility to be lowered while sitting here with him. She became an absolute slut after work. She would go out to the nightclubs on the Upper East Side with some of her girlfriends from college time to time.

She placed her hands on the table as she realized she couldn't lie to him anymore, leaning over slightly , "You know, Mr. Crawford, I have not been completely honest with you.." She took a deep breath before continuing, "I do go out, guys do hit on me, but I just flirt. I do not wish to get into something that would just be a one-night stand. I'm kind of old-fashioned, but that doesn't mean that I'm not a complete slut time to time." She covered her mouth, "I shouldn't have shared any of that." Her face was completely in a blush at this point. "Wait, why would you ask, Mr. Crawford?" She was curious and very interested as to why he would be asking.

 

[BurningMonkey]

As she leaned forward, the top of her dress gapped and once again he had a long view down the sweet valley between her breasts. Mr. Stiffy, who had been twitching, leapt to full attention immediately, pushing against his trousers. He shifted in his seat, trying to relieve some of the uncomfortable strain; it wouldn’t do to re-arrange himself here, in front of her.

He tore his eyes away and looked down at the tabletop for a moment. Staring was rude; the lesson had been drummed into him over the last 20+ years, by various women, his wife included. “They want men to look,” he had protested. “Otherwise, why would they dress like that?” Like this one before him now, in her bright red dress and her out-on-the-town heels…

But his protests had fallen on deaf ears, and so he had trained himself--as most men did--to “look” without actually “looking”, so to speak.

A “complete slut”? He believed it, as sultry and sensuous as she looked, though how she could be that without actually fucking anyone was a question he let pass. He looked up again to meet the dark, dark pools that were her eyes.

“Why would I ask? Because I was like you, once, I think. You’re cheerful, and friendly enough, but you seem so…focused, when you’re here, on your work and your career and all. Which is good,” he hastened to add, “but not necessarily the most…healthy attitude for a young person--at least, not to the exclusion of everything else. You miss out on so much, and then later on you regret it when you look back…” he trailed off.

And then the idea that had been skittering around in the back of his head popped out. “There’s a little jazz trio that I like playing tomorrow night at a small club downtown. We were going to go, but Gloria has a last-minute PTA thing she has to go to. I was just going to let it pass, but I’d really, really like to hear them, and I hate going places alone, so I’m wondering…would you like to go? Strictly as friends, you understand,” he was quick to add.

Danger! Danger! his better judgment sounded warning klaxons in his head. Thin ice! Thin ice! Danger! Did you actually just ask one of your employees out on a DATE!? Seriously!?

No, no, he told himself, it’s not like that…but somewhere in the back of his mind he knew: Yes, it was exactly like that. He thoroughly enjoyed the company of women, and Gloria had been so busy lately, and looking at this young thing across the table from him made his palms sweat…

He shouldn’t have done it. But it was too late, now; the words had already been said, and couldn’t be unsaid. All he could do was wait to see what happened next.

 

[IntriguedLover]

Cassie was a bit shocked to say the least when he asked her to go to the club with him, but she didn't want to put him down. He was her boss after all. "Um, sure Mr. Crawford, I'll go with you." She smiled back at him knowing full well that he was becoming quite uncomfortable in his seat. She knew all the signs when a man was starting to get turned on by something. "I'll meet you outside my loft building, say 6 o'clock tomorrow?" She stood up to leave and grabbed her things but turned back to give him what she knew he was begging for. It wouldn't be much, but it was the 'look-back'. "See you then," she said cheerfully.

She enjoyed the new-age pop and rock time to time, but she knew of jazz. Her grandmother used to play Neil Diamond for her when she was a child. She dressed in a green cocktail dress with silver heels for her date with her boss. She looked herself over in the mirror and spritzed herself with Giorgio Armani. "Perfect." She added some deep red lipstick and headed out the door. She wasn't nervous in the least, at least not as nervous as the man that stood waiting for her. "Good evening Mr. Crawford," she said. His eyes said it all, he was shocked. "I hope this is classy enough for the jazz club and isn't too much," she said with happiness in her voice.

 

[BurningMonkey]

He looked her over. “You look…stunning,” he said, and meant it. “Now I’m feeling a little underdressed; if I’d known you were going to wear that, I’d have put on a tie.” He was wearing casual slacks and a blazer over an open-collared, button-down shirt, not nearly worthy of this lust-vision in green…

“And please, call me Ben,” he continued, escorting her to the Lexus sedan and opening the door. He was old-school that way; he opened doors, held a lady’s chair, held her coat, rose when she left or came back to the table, and always walked on the street side. His mother had raised him up to what she considered a proper standard of etiquette, and he still adhered to it though it caused some amusement among most of his friends and acquaintances.

He couldn’t help from staring at the luscious legs her dress revealed as she slid into the passenger seat. He had a feeling that it was going to be a long, difficult night…

As he checked traffic and pulled out of the parking space, he said, “A word of caution: If it got around that we were out together like this, we could both be fired. The company has strict policies against this sort of thing. So this is just between ourselves, okay? I didn’t even tell Gloria; I just said I found someone at work to go with me, and she was okay with that.

“So never, ever mention it to anyone at work, and please don’t even tell your girlfriends about it, okay? I know women like to talk amongst themselves, but we need to keep this strictly under wraps. For both our sakes.”

 

[IntriguedLover]

"Oh no, you look great, Ben," she said smiling. She nodded gently in his direction thanking him silently for opening the car door. She had been taught by her grandmother that chivalry was not dead in this day and age. She listened as he told her that no soul was to be told of this evening at work or elsewhere. "Oh, I completely understand. It's just an evening out with a friend."

She looked at him and watched as he drove, 'Damn, he sure looks good.' "Perhaps we could go for some coffee or a drink somewhere after, or do you have to be home early?" She really hoped the latter was not true but if it was, then it was for the best. She knew that he was eyeing her and of course he should be. She dressed to kill always and that's how she is.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Ben was pleased and surprised by the question. He had assumed that tonight would be one-sided: Him enjoying her presence, her tolerating his.

He was under no illusions as to his position on the "attraction" radar for young women--men his age were just part of the background "noise" for women her age; there, but not worthy of note or interest.

A few years back he and his friends had been talking about it. When a young woman entered a club or bar and did the automatic scan of the room for "potentials", men his age and older didn't even register--they were just part of the furniture. "And dusty furniture at that," one of his friends had said, and that became the label they all applied to each other: Dusty Furniture.

So he had thought that she had said "yes" merely to humor the Old Guy, or because she didn't want to piss off the boss. He accepted that with a shrug; it was a fact of life. But her question got him thinking in a different direction. Maybe she was looking forward to this evening, too; maybe she liked being with him, and wasn't just going through the motions...

"Sure," he said in answer. "We can do that. I don't have to go home right away."

The club had valet parking, so he pulled up in front, handed the keys to the porter, then went around to the other side of the car to open the door and hand her out.

 

[IntriguedLover]

"Great," she said. "I know this great little eatery near my place, they serve martinis and coffee alike." There was something about him that she liked. She had always had a thing for older guys and since he honestly was not bad looking for his age, she had said yes for multiple reasons. Her last date was a man in his mid-30s, but he was just too immature still for her tastes.

When they pulled up to the valet and he opened her door, she stepped up out of the Lexus and all eyes from the valets fixed on her. She didn't pay them no mind as she took his waiting arm. She was with him for this little 'not-a-date' as he called it and that's all that mattered at this point. When they walked in, he held her seat out for her to sit down. "Thank you, Ben.." she said fluttering her eyelashes at him.

 

[BurningMonkey]

The club was small, as befitted the artists; this was not complicated, virtuoso jazz, but straightforward, smooth-listening music. The comfortable décor and low lighting accentuated the small stage, which was just a cleared space on the floor at one end of the room, barely large enough for the artists and their instruments--keyboard, stand-up bass, drums, and saxophone.

The tables were small and arranged like an amphitheater, with two chairs per table and all facing the stage. They sat close, and Cassie shifted slightly in her seat, bringing their thighs into contact from hip to knee underneath the table top. She was evidently comfortable with this level of contact, as she didn't move away. That fact oddly excited him.

When the waiter came around, he ordered his usual Maker's Mark and water. She in her turn ordered Smirnoff's on the rocks, another pleasant surprise. He had thought maybe she was one of those fu-fu drinkers--banana daiquiri, golden Cadillac, grasshopper, margarita, or some such. Maybe they had more in common than he thought.

When the drinks had been delivered the band took their places, the lights dimmed even more, the spots on the stage brightened, and the music began.

Ben felt himself relaxing. Everything combined to make him mellower than he had been in years: the venue, the music, the liquor, the lighting, the beautiful young woman beside him...

He glanced at Cassie sitting next to him. Her face in profile was even prettier than it was in full light, if that was possible. The skin exposed by her off-the-shoulder gown was enticing; feeling suddenly bold, he reached his arm around her back and rested his hand lightly on her bare shoulder, running his fingertips lightly across the surface of her skin in little circles, reveling in its silky smooth texture.

 

[IntriguedLover]

She sipped her Smirnoff Vodka on the rocks as she felt his hand touch her from behind. She smiled slightly as she sat there next to him, the mood of the room filling her with delight, not to mention the comfort of being with someone that shared her mentality. She had always felt older than she actually was and that allowed her to appreciate the finer things. Sure she was a party girl on occasion, but that was only when her friends influenced her and that was rare to say the least.

"You know, Ben, I'm enjoying myself very much," she said as she moved her chair slightly to give him more of a comfortable reach as he had his hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to be nervous around me; I'm certainly not nervous with you." The music was at a gentle tempo, the lights were at just the right setting and the feeling in the room just seemed right. She moved her hand and placed it on his knee, hoping that the move wasn't too bold for her to do.

 

[BurningMonkey]

The touch of her hand on his knee, the shift in her position to allow easier access--they had Mr. Stiffy's attention, right enough, and he was making his presence known with a vengeance.

Ben knew this seduction game, though he hadn't played it in years. She was giving him all green lights. Nervous? Yes, he should have been, very, very nervous. Nothing of outside reality had changed: He was still her boss. She was still almost half his age. He still had a wife to go home to. All of which should have been setting off four-alarm warnings in his head.

But none of that mattered, somehow. Here it was dark, and the music was good, and she was warm under his hand...

He slipped the hand from her shoulder down her back and around her waist, pulling her even tighter against him, resting his fingers in the crease under her succulent breast, moving his thumb to lightly graze up and down the side of it. How far do I dare go? he wondered. How far will she let me go?

Leaning in close beside her head, he nuzzled her neck with his nose and whispered, "If you keep that up, I might not be able to stand up when the set's over without embarrassing myself."

 

[IntriguedLover]

She chuckled silently as he nuzzled her neck, bringing chill-bumps across her skin as he touched her breast. The room was just dark enough that no one could see what was going on so they didn't need to worry. "Keep up your end and I'll have to go to the ladies' room to freshen up," she joked back, mentioning the growing wetness between her legs. She wasn't wearing underwear and that would cause an issue when she stood up as well.

She moved her hand up his leg and gently brushed his growing annoyance in his pants. She didn't linger too long there, almost teasing him as she felt him nuzzle her neck more. She knew he had a wife at home. She didn't want to be the one that destroyed their lives, but this man that is her boss seemed to be wanting this to happen or he would have stopped her advances a long time before this. "After drinks, you can take me up to my place, make sure I get home, if you wish.." she whispered in his ear. She knew he was very much a gentleman and he would do that without being invited, but she wanted to give him the go ahead.

 

[BurningMonkey]

When he felt her hand sliding up his leg, he thought, She isn't--is she? But when her hand gently brushed against his erection, he almost jumped out of his seat. She was--and she did!

He could feel his underwear getting damp--Mr. Stiffy was oozing. If things got much hotter, he'd have a wet spot on the outside of his slacks that would be hard to explain. As her hand moved across his bulge, he was afraid that he would cum right then and there. Thankfully she moved it away before that could happen.

Well, his second question was answered--she would let him go as far as he wanted. The door was open, she'd made clear--all he had to do was walk through it. His first question--How far did he dare?--was still open, and undecided. But the evening was young, and she was so very, very hot...surely he didn't have to decide right now, did he?

But things had reached a point where he either had to step it down a notch or pull her onto his lap right here in public, and that would be--unseemly. So he moved his hand back up to rest on her bare shoulder and leaned back away from her neck. There would be time. There would be time.

When the first set was finished, the lights came up a little. He rose--Mr. Stiffy was at half-mast only, thank God--and offered his hand to his delightful date. "You said something about drinks and maybe something to eat, earlier?" he smiled. The only thing I want to eat right now is you, he thought, but didn't voice it.

 

[IntriguedLover]

When he backed away from their light playfulness, she knew he was only trying to quell the erection in his trousers. When the music had stopped and they stood up, he mentioned going out to eat. "Oh yeah, it's D'Georgio Bistro on Lexington Ave.. They have a little bit of everything if you're into Italian-American food," she said with a sweet sultry smile.

They left the club and he paid for the valet. On the ride to D'Georgio, she didn't want the ride to be awkward for him, so she placed her hand on his leg while he drove assuring him that it was still alright. "Turn right up here," she said. "Parking is on the side-street." She waited for him to open her door and she stepped out. She took his waiting arm and walked into the bistro with him. "Ahh, Miss Cassandra, welcome back," the waiter said. "Thank you, Leon," she said thanking him. They took a seat in the back corner as to not draw attention to themselves. "We can go dutch, if you wish. I don't mind," she said picking up the menu.

 

[BurningMonkey]

In the car on the way to the restaurant, her hand on his leg had reminded him unbidden of an episode when he and Gloria had been dating.

They had been at a party, teasing each other all night, and during the longish drive back home he had decided he didn't want to wait; he set the cruise control and ran his hand up the inside of her leg in the passenger seat to diddle and finger her to an orgasm, after which he pulled over and she gave him the best blowjob he'd ever had before or since. Then with his pants around his knees he'd rolled over on top of her in the passenger seat, rammed it home, and ridden her missionary until they both came a second time, still fully clothed.

Thoughts of his wife should have brought him up short, but the memory of the incident only made him hornier. It had been the wildest sex he'd ever experienced--the spontaneity, the semi-public venue with headlights of cars whizzing past on the freeway as they sat on the shoulder, her writhing and moaning in abandon under him--and he wished he could repeat the performance with the beautiful young woman sitting beside him.

He had trouble shaking the memory, and it still lingered as they slid into the booth seats. They were close enough that their knees were touching under the table, which didn't help anything. As he picked up his menu, the thought ran through his head again: The only thing I want to eat right now is you...

"No, no," he answered to her offer to go Dutch. "I invited you, remember? We can go Dutch, or you can treat, some other time." Will there be another time? the voice in his head asked. Isn't once dangerous enough for you? He ignored it, and when the waitress came he ordered the linguine and another bourbon and water.

 

[IntriguedLover]

"Alright sure. Your pick of place next time and we'll dutch.." she smiled as she continued looking over the menu. When the waitress came up, "Oh I'll just have a Smirnoff and Pepsi on the rocks with the Spinach Tortellini.." She handed the menu back and bumped her knees against his. She knew he had been feeling uneasy with this 'not-a-date' and felt it right for her to reassure him it was alright.

"You know that this doesn't have to be a one-time fling.." she started. "As long as no one knows, but I don't want you to feel like it is wrong and I don't want to be the one that causes your marriage to fall apart. I don't think I could be that type of woman, it would kill me.." She wasn't sure if it would cause him to jump ship at that moment or want more, so when their drinks arrived, she took a long sip and awaited his response. She looked into his eyes and moved her legs slightly away, waiting for the worst.

 

[BurningMonkey]

And there it was, the open invitation, the ball squarely in his court. Now what? the sardonic voice in his head chuckled. What's it gonna be, Ben?

He took a long swallow of his bourbon. Yes, indeed? What was it going to be?

He looked across the table at her. She was...intoxicating. The dark pools of her eyes, the curve of her bare shoulder, the swell of her breasts in the low-cut gown...

"I'd very much like to continue our...association," he said. "And as long as we keep things very, very quiet, I don't think there will be any negative repercussions. I find you...well, frankly, I find you irresistible."

And he dropped one hand beneath the table, finding her knee and caressing it briefly. Just the one touch, then his hand came above the table again.

Damn, boy, the voice in his head said. I hope you know what you're doing...

 

[IntriguedLover]

She exhaled, sighing deeply. It was as if she had been holding her breath for his answer. When he said as long as it's quiet, she told him, "It will be quiet, most of my friends are out of town and living elsewhere. My family is back in Maine so I'm basically alone here in the city. I don't know anyone really other than those I work with and that communication is limited to work only."

Chill bumps crossed her skin as she felt him touch her leg. It felt so good. 'He's such a gentleman,' she thought to herself.

Dinner soon arrived. They ate and made small talk before he paid for their tab and they left. When they got back in the car, things didn't seem as tense as they had been before. She placed her hand on his thigh again as he drove and worked her hand up to his zipper. "You can park in the garage at my loft, no questions asked.." She really wanted him right here and then, but didn't want them to get in an accident from how excited they both were.

 

[BurningMonkey]

He damned near jumped out of his skin when her hand reached his erection. Unbidden, as if it had a mind of its own, his hand reached across the intervening space and slid slowly up and down the inside of her thigh where her skirt gapped. God, but she felt so good! And her hand on his bulge was proving a great distraction...

He pulled into the garage and found a space, pulled in, and shut off the engine. Turning towards her, he reached across the intervening gap and pulled her to him, pressing his lips against hers hungrily. Her lips parted immediately, allowing their tongues to dart in and out and around each other's like kids playing tag on a playground...

 

[IntriguedLover]

When he pulled her in for a deep kiss, Cassie returned his kiss with a tongue dance of her own. Now and then she would suck on his tongue and then dart back into his mouth like a hungry wolf. She wanted him, but it would take a lot to keep them apart while they went up to her loft. She leaned over closer to him and whispered in his ear, "We can continue this up in the loft," she said as she nibbled his ear slightly.

She pulled back and waited for him to get her out of the car. She gasped lightly as he had his hand on her ass. She pulled his other hand over to her breast for him to give it a nice squeeze. His erection was quite prominent now, proudly standing. She handed him her keys to unlock the door as she used her hand to undo his belt, slipping her hand down into the waistband. This seemed to make him work faster at getting the door unlocked.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Ben finally got the door open and practically dragged Cassie through it, hooking it closed with his foot. With one hand gripping her ass through the silky fabric he hooked the other in the single strap of her dress, dragging it down her arm to expose one luscious, creamy orb. As he had hoped, the dress had a built-in shelf bra, which slid down with the rest of the fabric. God, her tits were so beautiful! He dropped his face to the tiny, pink nipple, already hardening before his lips latched onto it.

His body was on fire. He hadn't been this horny since he was a teenager; he swore his dick was positively throbbing with lust. All other thoughts fled but one--he wanted her, and he wanted her now. As he began teasing and sucking at the delicious little pip, his other hand left her ass and moved around front, checking to see what his cursory exploration of her after curve had seemed to reveal.

Pushing her up against the door, he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh to encounter only smooth flesh, wet with her juices: no panties. He spread his fingers, ring and middle finger sliding up and down in the creases on either side while his middle finger pressed inward, parting the folds of her camel toe to glide in the slick crack of her vulva.