Since I'd showered last night, I arrived at the office early Thursday morning. As I stepped from the elevator, Janice wasn't at her receptionist's desk and only a few banks of ceiling lights had been turned on. I walked past several empty workstations wondering if this was normal, Harper Apparel's employees had become a nine to five group and since no one clocked in, I assumed there would be a mad rush just before nine.
After starting my computer, I had time to think. While the anticipation of fucking Mindy for the first time had caused my hopes to be elevated, I can honestly say she didn't measure up to those expectations. Staci, on the other hand was a known quality. She had demonstrated that she is an expert at the art of seduction, a sensuous lover, and at times can prove to be rather kinky. I was very sure that tonight would surpass last night by leaps and bounds.
A few minutes later the buzz of a busy office began, someone turned on the remaining lights, and the early morning greetings of fellow employees could be heard.
I was already into reading emails I'd received when someone touched my shoulder. Fran leaned down and whispered, "Good morning sexy,"
"You're late, Phillips," I sternly said.
She knew I was kidding, and after smiling said, "I am not. I had my period last week."
Fran was wearing a three-quarter-length coat that only revealed the bottom of her flowing cream-colored pleated skirt, light-colored stockings, and of course a sexy pair of high heels.
"Did you talk to Kay?" she asked.
"Coffee's on," Janice remarked as she walked past us.
I needed some time to think about how to answer her question, so I suggest, "Why don't you grab your mug and meet me in the lunchroom."
Since I already knew that Greth wasn't into the group sex thing Friday night, if I wanted to surprise Fran that our date would be just the two of us, I'd have to continue with my little white lie. On the other hand, I could tell her that our final destination was my place, and she could imagine what would happen once I locked my door. I opted for the former, hoping I could at least hold off on telling Fran the good news until Friday.
Fran stepped into the lunchroom with a smile on her lips, what I'd thought was a pleated skirt turned out to be a dress that featured a high neckline and very short sleeves. It clung to her torso tightly enhancing her tits but from the waist down the pleats spread giving the dress an altogether different look below her hips.
As she walked towards me, I remarked, "That's a lovely dress,"
"This old rag, I've had it for years," she replied.
"Well, you should wear it more often, I love the contrast in the way it looks on the top and bottom," I remarked.
Fran grinned at me and then asked, "Do you think it fits too snuggly on my chest?"
"Yes, I do, but that's just my opinion," I replied.
She moved closer to me, placed her coffee mug on the countertop, and quietly said, "If my nipples get hard, they show through this fabric."
"That's something I'd love to see," I answered.
Fran just smiled.
"I did talk to Kay, she's all in for us to visit them Friday night," I mentioned.
She grinned at me and then said, "I'm not surprised Kay is okay with you and me joining them, but what about this Mike guy?"
"Not to worry hun, Kay will convince him it'll be fun," I lied, knowing that Mike Greth had already kiboshed the idea.
She poured her coffee, and after mixing in the creamer and a spoonful of sugar Fran looked me directly in the face, "I have a question for you."
"What's that?" I replied.
"Why are you so anxious to share me with this other guy, when you could have me all to yourself?" Fran asked.
"That's a very good question, Fran," I replied.
She giggled a little then suggested, "Maybe you're worried that you won't be able to satisfy me?"
"Do I look worried? I don't recall you ever telling me that you weren't completely satisfied," I said.
"Well, it makes a girl wonder, that's all," she said as she turned and started walking away.
Normally I'd have stood there and watched her stroll, but I decided to clear up her confusion, so I followed her to her office now that she was Richman's temporary assistant.
I stepped through the doorway and closed the door behind me. "Fran, I owe you an apology, I've been lying about Friday night." I started.
She moved back toward me, stopping inches from my face. "I knew it," she remarked.
"I wanted to surprise you, but I can't have you wondering why I would be willing to have you and Kay fuck her contractor," I explained.
"Yeah, go on," she remarked.
"My surprise was going to be that instead of turning into the lot at Cambridge Arms, I'd turn left into the lot of Kurtz House," I admitted.
A broad smile came to her lips, and she leaned against me as she said, "It's just you and me?"
"Yep, apparently Mike isn't interested in a group sex party with two people he has never met," I replied.
"I told ya so if he's seeing Kay for a second date, he's not going to be interested in anyone but Kay," Fran said.
"It'll be their third date; I saw them last night hugging on her balcony," I remarked.
"Wow, she's really turning on her charms," Fran said.
"I guess so," I replied.
"Well, you can count on me doing the same Friday night, Allen," she assured me.
"Trust me, sexy, I'm looking forward to it," I replied.
Fran pressed her hips firmly against me grinding her loins into my cock. If her office had mini blinds, I would have loved to give her a quick fuck right then and there, but she just smiled and said, "We need to get to work here, lover."
She stepped back a little and I glanced down at her chest, her nipples were poking at the tight fabric of her dress, and as I turned to leave, I repositioned my semi-erect cock so it would be too obvious as I walked to my workstation.
Over the next few hours, Fran sent me some very suggestive text messages about what charms she had in store for me Friday night, each one a little raunchier than the last. I replied to each with a broad smiling emoji.
About three my cell phone rang; it was Staci returning my call from yesterday. I'd planned on calling her later in the afternoon if she hadn't called me back. I answered her call saying, "Hiya Staci, I was going to call you in a little while if I hadn't heard from you."
"Allen, I have good news and bad news," she said.
In a good vs. bad news call, the bad is always worse, and I prepared myself to hear that she was canceling our date for tonight.
"What's the bad news?" I asked.
"I have an interview with a prospective new member of Wallmeyer Associates late this afternoon. I tried to schedule them for mid-afternoon, but they have other obligations. I wanted to be home by six, but I could be delayed until eight or nine o'clock." Staci explained.
"So, we're still on for tonight?" I asked.
