It had been a tough year for my business. Every time we thought we had hit bottom, some new twist would put more pressure on us, forcing round after round of layoffs until I finally closed the office and began working from home. I felt terrible about losing the friends and colleagues I had developed over the years and it was frankly depressing.
Working from home wasn't all bad though. There is a lot to be said for the freedom a one man shop offers.
During one of the many quiet moments I had early in December I wrote a quick note to many of my former colleagues wishing everyone a happy holidays and a prosperous new year.
Moments after I had sent the emails out, I received a reply from our former CFO Mary.
Mary was one of several women in our office but she was the one that I caught myself fantasizing about most often. She was tall and slim with piercing blue eyes and long brown hair that glowed with an amazing red fire when the sunlight hit it.
Being the CFO she was very conservative in manner and dress; which added to my fantasy about what she looked like underneath the sweaters which she routinely wore almost as a uniform. Occasionally she'd leave the top button undone giving me a glimpse into that secret world leading down between her breasts.
On the rare occasions Mary would have a glass of wine after work, she'd smile and laugh in a way that lit up the room, but all too soon she'd catch herself and before long she'd head home to her husband who I'd only met once, and wasn't very impressed with.
Alas, workplace propriety and the fact that she was married kept me from ever pursuing her any further than masturbation fantasies.
At first I didn't recognize the name when her response came in. The name read Mary Stone. I remembered that Stone was Mary's maiden name. I thought 'wow, I guess things have changed in the last six months'.
I opened the email and it read: I was just thinking about you the other day! Hope you are doing well too! -Mary
I quickly shot back an email saying that 'I hoped she was thinking good thoughts', almost immediately she replied 'Always...'
I tried to get some work done but it was no use. The old fantasies had crowded out any room for work, so I crafted an email re-writing it over and over. I felt like Shakespeare working on a sonnet, but my masterpiece ended up reading, simply: 'Would you like to go to lunch and catch up some time?'
Not quite D. H. Lawrence, I know.
The reply came quickly. 'I'm free today'. Four syllables that were as sweet to me, as any line transmitted via Ethernet.
Two hours later I walked into the restaurant we used to take clients to. I had shaved (first time in days) and put on a suit (first time in months) and was feeling pretty good.
There she was. Standing by the hostess station smiling. The red in her hair blazed, and her eyes dragged me in. She was wearing her usual sweater with a green and red Christmas vib, however this sweater was much tighter than any I had remembered. Her cleavage was clearly visible forced up by a push up bra that I could just see a hint of.
"Hi, wow." I stammered.
"Hi, you look great." Mary replied.
We had an awkward handshake/hug that felt pretty good in spite of its clumsy execution.
We sat at a table and smiled at each other for a moment, I was afraid to break the spell, and she seemed happy to enjoy the anticipation. The spell was broken, not by me but by the server as she asked us for our drink order. I was caught off guard and was happy to let Mary order first.
She said, "I think... I'd like a glass of champagne, the Roerder."
The server turned to me and I said "Why don't we share a bottle?"
"Why not? A bottle it is." Mary agreed.
We spent the next few minutes quickly recapping the last few depressing months. I told her how bad I felt about the company failure, and she told me about walking in on her husband with his assistant.
Her story though rather than depressing was liberating. Like the song says, she let herself go... to Hawaii. She spent time doing things for herself.
We shared the champagne as she told me stories of her adventures and as the champagne disappeared the stories became more intimate.
Mary told me that before she had married she had only had three lovers, and in the last five months she has had six. One of them she confided was a true one night stand, a man she had met in the bar across the street; she had even had to perform the walk of shame the next morning.
As she spoke she'd lean close to half whisper and her breasts would be shoved together and towards me. I could feel my temperature rise, and I could feel my cock take notice.
She went on to tell me how she felt like a new person. She felt comfortable with herself and for the first time in a long time she was really happy. She was exploring in a way she hadn't since she was a teen.
When she finished she stared at me and smiled, studying my face, still leaning across the table, still pressing her amazing breasts together.
I leaned across the table and kissed her.
I think she was surprised, but only for a moment. Her lips melted into mine and the kiss went from contact to passionate in moments flat.
I paid the bill (I think) and in moments we were opening the door to her apartment. We stepped inside and as soon as we did she turned on me and stepped close, I fell back against the door forcing it shut with a bang. We stood there kissing and hugging. Our lips pressed against each other exploring and probing. I touched her lips with my tongue and they parted. I tasted her lips; the hint of champagne and of her warmth invited me deeper. Her tongue teased mine for a moment then attacked. We tasted each other and she forced her tongue deep into my mouth I held her face against mine and I felt her hands on my chest.
She broke the kiss and began to push away. I was still leaning against the door and as she turned away from me I grabbed her hips and pulled her back against me. She let out a surprised 'ooh' as her amazing ass came into contact with my crotch. I held her hips there against me pulling them against my raging hard on. She leaned forward, arching her back and began to grind her ass against me. Her hips moved in powerful circles then up and down.
"Do you like that?" She said looking back to me.
"Yes, it's incredible, God don't stop." I replied.
She said "I went to a strip club and I saw what the girls there would do. It was a total fucking turn on."
As she said that she bounced against me.
To hear her say 'fuck' was too much. I had never heard her swear before. My hands roamed over her back. I took a handful of her long brown hair and pulled. It caused her back to arch further and increased the pressure on my groin.
"Yes" she hissed "I love that."
I pulled her hair harder, bending her towards me. I let my free hand run over her hip and her side then over the magically soft sweater to her chest. I felt the base of her tit and the hardware of her bra, and then I felt up and over, exploring the mysterious shape of the chest I had fantasized about so often.
She kept grinding as though music were playing and I kept exploring every inch of her chest.
"Come on." She said. I need to fuck you so bad.
