So much can change in a day, Kendra thought, as she moved to her desk that morning. Thanksgiving was over, the Christmas season had begun, and so did the mad rush for the realty company she worked for as it tried to tie up all the loose ends and finish the year on a high note.
On the way through the underground parking, Kendra had found out her boss had taken an indefinite leave of absence due to family issues. And in the elevator, Kendra discovered his temporary replacement was going to be Chris, the guy she had been working very closely with recently. So closely that she had developed an unhealthy obsession over him. She hadn't done anything crazy like stalk him, but he was married, and even though he shared Kendra's attraction, he tried to be faithful. Besides, any affair at work was an unhealthy one.
And on top of all of this, Kendra was told that their company was suddenly being put up for sale. A number of buyers were already interested, including a major client. The rumors had already spread talk that if said client got what he wanted, then everyone at the office would have to start looking for new jobs.
Kendra tried to remain level-headed about all of that. She knew it was all talk at this point, and any kind of deal could take months to finalize. Besides, while her coworkers and employees might have had nothing better to do than come up with conspiracy theories about the new potential owners, Kendra had something much more pressing on her mind.
Specifically it was what had happened to her on Thanksgiving evening. At first she'd been thrilled that Chris had invited her over for dinner. Kendra would've been alone on the holiday anyway, and it was not hard for her to get excited about spending a quiet evening away from the office with the 35 year old handsome hunk whose contagious smile could melt any woman within forty feet of it. Chris had the face of a guy who would've made the top ten in any magazine's "most beautiful people" list, but he was also quiet, kind, and charming.
When he asked her about Thanksgiving, Kendra immediately recalled the time not long ago when, late and alone together in the conference room, they had masturbated in front of each other. He'd pumped that big cock of his and cum on her breasts. And then he'd palmed her pussy and made her climax so hard she didn't think she'd ever be the same again.
And she wasn't. Kendra wasn't the type to fall in love or lust. She'd had her clingy moments and her weaknesses, but those incidents had stemmed from her getting what she wanted, and then not knowing when to quit. This thing with Chris was different. He was hot, yes, but so was she. At 28, she was still young, but carried herself with a more mature, erotic confidence. She was 6 feet tall, with a thicker but still athletic body, and very tan from her full, perfectly rounded ass to her firm, high sitting D-cup breasts. Her face alone left most girls even half her age in the dust, and her long brunette hair sparkled as much as the rest of her.
Kendra usually got the man she wanted. And that was what made Chris so different. She had tried and even come close, but she couldn't have him.
When she realized that, after he'd invited her to Thanksgiving, Kendra was left disappointed and confused. He made a point to remind her that his wife would be there. Why? Was this his way of giving her a final "not going to happen"? Or was he trying to remind himself that both women could be in his life, but he could only really have one?
Whatever the reason, and against her better judgment, Kendra had accepted the invite. The result was frustrating and embarrassing to say the least. She didn't want to remember the details of what she'd heard and seen that night before she raced out the door, but Kendra had basically been subjected to a little lesson from Chris' wife, a lesson that said "I've got him, and I'm going to keep him, and you don't have a chance". And though Kendra was sure Chris wasn't in on the planning of that performance, there was no doubt he agreed.
Kendra had spent all weekend thinking about that, and though she knew Chris' wife had every right to be mad and stake her claim, Kendra couldn't help but get upset. Yes, Chris was married, and he didn't want to cheat anyway. But the way his wife just flaunted him almost literally right in front of Kendra as if to say "ha ha, look what I have and what you'll never get" really pissed Kendra off. She wanted revenge, but more than that, Kendra just really wanted to show Chris that his wife could never give him the pleasure she could.
By the lunch hour, Kendra was surprised she was still feeling bold enough to go through with her plan. Since the break room was still being remodeled, everyone in the office left for lunch. Everyone except Chris, who never ate lunch, and Kendra, who knew this was her chance to get him alone.
The office was empty, and not wanting to waste precious minutes, Kendra hurried to execute her plan as soon as possible. She walked by Chris' new office, which had a large window looking out onto the rest of the office floor. He wasn't in there, she saw, and for a moment she panicked. She hadn't seen him in the last hour, and feared he was doing something she hadn't predicted. But then she saw the light under the door of his new, personal bathroom, which was perfect. She figured all she needed was about sixty seconds.
She let herself into his large office, happy to see that his interim promotion was so unexpected that he didn't even have any pictures of his wife up yet. Then she stripped, removing her professional suit and revealing black, thigh-high stockings, garter belt, panties, and a bra that made her enormous breasts look even fuller. She ran a brush through her long hair a few times, slipped her heels back on, then reclined in his leather desk chair, feet on his desk and ankles crossed. She watched the bathroom door seductively, her body so eager for what was to come that she had a tough time keeping her fingers off her big, hard nipples or out from under her moist panties.
Then the door opened, and he stepped out.
"Hey there," she said in a throaty voice.
But then she stopped. It wasn't him. It was the major client, the guy that could very possibly be buying the company. The guy that had her career and her future in his hands whether he became her boss or not.
His name was Harold Parker, and he was an older gentleman at about 60. Like many men his age, he was overweight, but not by much, and he actually had a very handsome face. Compared to Chris, Mr. Parker was a troll, but compared to a regular guy at the same age, Kendra knew she could easily do much worse. He actually resembled George Clooney in a distant sort of way. Like a beefier Clooney that hadn't aged quite well as the real thing.
Noticing that made Kendra feel a lot better, because when she saw Mr. Parker's jaw drop and his eyes lock onto her everywhere at once, she knew there was only one way out of this situation. Normally she never would have even considered this kind of thing, but she knew she had brought this upon herself. Even though Mr. Parker wasn't the guy she'd planned on seducing, she was horny, he was attractive, and since he hadn't become outraged yet, that meant she still had a chance to save, if not enhance, her career.
