Lisa 38

Navigating the maze-like second floor of our office building, I turned the corner into the records room with a handful of folders to refile. It wasn't until I completed the turn that I realized I was on a collision course with someone leaving the room. Without thinking, I raised a hand to buffer the impact.

A fraction of a second later, I found myself face-to-face with a woman I'd never seen before, my hand on her left breast.

Her large bedroom eyes gave me a slow once-over before her face broke into an amused smile. "We've got to stop running into each other like this!"

She looked to be in her late twenties and stood about five-ten.

A short navy skirt showed off thick, shapely thighs. Her white blouse's three top buttons were undone, a deep valley running between two large pear-shaped breasts.

"I don't know," I finally said. "I enjoyed it!"

She laughed as she ran a hand through her dirty blonde hair which fell past her shoulders.

Having taken a small step backwards after the collision, I inched closer and held out my hand. "My name's Luke. I work in billing."

"Lisa," she said. "Pleased to meet you. I'm not exactly sure what I do here yet. They've got me in customer service for right now. This is my second day."

"And already you've found the records room! I'm impressed."

When she laughed I thought I might have a chance with her, even though being in my early forties probably put me out of her league.

But then my inner klutz sabotaged even that improbable chance as three folders slipped from my grasp onto the floor, their contents scattering.

When I knelt on one knee to retrieve them, she quickly joined me, our faces close enough I could take in her minty breath.

"Can I help?" she said.

My cock had a few ideas regarding how to answer that question, and when I looked into her face I had the impression she'd read my mind. Otherwise, how to explain her wicked smile?

"Thanks," I said.

We spent far more time than necessary retrieving the scattered folder contents, then, drunk on the aroma of her perfume, I helped her to her feet. Her grin seemed to confirm that she'd noticed my erection.

"You're big," she said.

Before I could respond, she grabbed my arm. "What I meant to say was you're tall."

"So I've been told."

She laughed. "I'm stating the obvious, aren't I? How tall are you?"

"I'm six-three, and based on your physique, I'm guessing you played a sport in college?"

"Softball. You look like you work out some."

"I do. I like to keep in shape. I'm not getting any younger. Like to keep what I have working well."

Her gaze traveled the length of my body. "It looks like you keep everything in very good working order."

"I don't get any complaints."

"I'm guessing you have a very satisfied wife?"

"Never tied the knot."

Her smile widened. "Then a very satisfied girlfriend, no doubt?"

"At the moment I'm between girlfriends. So what about you? Satisfied boyfriend, perhaps?"

She grinned. "Not presently, but I'm thinking maybe my luck will change with this new job."

"Well, if there's anything I can do."

"Actually there is," she said, allowing me time to fantasize before she continued. "Tom says I should tone down how I dress." She was referring to the manager of our family-owned insurance company. "I'm curious what you think."

Her query allowed me an opportunity to ogle her body again. Mentally undressing her, I imagined those thighs pressed against my waist as we fucked each other's brains out.

"I love your outfit," I said.

"Thanks, but do you think I need to tone it down like Tom says?"

"I'm just a mere underling around here."

"I don't think so."

"I think you look just fine."

She grinned.

"Better than fine, even. Way better than fine."

She laughed. "You're funny!"

Just then, someone I recognized from human resources approached. I guided Lisa down the hallway to get out of earshot.

"The layout of this place confuses me," she said. "Particularly how the records room is just stuck in the middle of nowhere."

"Does that mean I can look forward to running into you again?"

She put her hand on my shoulder. "Luke, you can run into me any time you'd like."

**

It turned out Lisa worked in a part of the building that I rarely needed to visit. Although office romances weren't prohibited officially, they were discouraged. Thus I was wary of arousing suspicion. Our mating ritual, if that's what it was, proved frustrating to continue. Either Lisa was with another worker or else absent from her desk. The best I could manage were a few brief 'hello's.'

Then we ran into each other again. This time I was leaving the records room when she suddenly appeared. In the split-second before we collided I raised my hands in front of me and thus got another feel of those spongy orbs.

When my fingers lingered on her breasts for a second longer than necessary, her eyes widened and a grin appeared. I took a step back. She grabbed my arm. "We really DO need to stop meeting like this!"

Her legs peeked out of a grey skirt whose length was minimally longer than the one she wore that first day. Her blouse clung to her breasts in a way that made her look even more alluring, even with the top's modest neckline.

"On the contrary," I said. "We don't run into one other often enough!"

She chuckled and brushed something invisible off her blouse, my eyes tracking her hand's movement over her breast.

"Where have you been hiding?" she said.

"I could ask you the same question. It seems you're hardly ever at your desk."

"Tom keeps me on my toes," she said, giving me a sly grin.

"I bet he does. And no more comments about your dress-for-success outfits?"

She smiled. "No. Could I ask you a personal question, Luke?"

"Fire away."

"You said you weren't married."

I nodded.

"And you're not seeing someone."

"Only you, but very infrequently."

She blushed and my nether regions stirred. She gave me a playful slap on the shoulder. "Just about every guy, including a couple of married ones, have hit on me."

"As well they should!"

That comment earned me another slap, harder.

"What I want to know is," she said, "why haven't you?"

"Asked you out?"

She nodded. "I know you like me."

I pressed my finger into her chest, where the outline of her bra cups came together.

She grabbed my wrist, but did not try to pull my hand away.

"I more than like you, Lisa."

Her eyes widened. "But you don't know me."

"I think I do."

Her eyes widened even more. "Then you should know I'm not a softie."

I chuckled. "So what are you saying? You're hard?"

"I am. What about you? Are you hard?"

"Very hard."

She made a thing of glancing at my crotch. "I bet you are. From all that working out you do at the gym."

"And from thinking about working out with you, hopefully sometime soon."

"Are you playing in the softball game next week?" Lisa was referring to our summer last-Friday-of-the-month softball games and picnics. Next week's event was the first of the season.

"I am."

"Are you doing anything after the game?"

"Yes. I'm going to the picnic."

"And after that?"

"Are you trying to ask me out, Lisa?"

She stuck out her tongue and walked away.

**

The following Friday, game day, everyone came to work dressed to play ball. In my case that meant a tee-shirt advertising my favorite college football team and a pair of canvas cargo shorts.

The few people actually at their workstations exchanged comments about the game. As was the case for most people who play only occasionally, our office competition was cutthroat.

For the past few years I'd been assigned to play shortstop. My place in the batting order seemed to drop each year. I wondered if Lisa was on my team and what position she'd play.

The break room had lots of people milling around the bulletin board opining about the batting order and which team was more likely to win. I was listed to play shortstop and bat eighth for the Orioles; Lisa was pitching for the Tigers.

I didn't see her coming. As a result, the collision was almost full frontal, catching us both by surprise. At the last minute, I raised my arms to avoid touching her breasts. Instead, her soft orbs pressed into my chest.

She put a hand on my shoulder to steady herself. "Oh my god, Luke! Really?"

I grabbed her arm. "Face it, Lisa. You just can't keep your hands off me."

We stepped into the hallway to remove ourselves from the crowd. Her perfume sent erotic signals to my southern region.

Lisa wore a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved, tight fitting, tee-shirt advertising--hold the phone--MY favorite college football team!

She yelped when she finally looked at my shirt. "Did you actually go there?"

"I actually did."

"When did you graduate?"

Now came the moment of truth. If age was going to be an issue between us, better to know now. I told her the year. She told me hers. Seven years separated us. She didn't react.

"You're pitching," I said.

"And you're playing shortstop for the evil empire!"

I nodded.

"How good are you at the plate?" she said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"There's other venues where I perform better."

"Other venues? Name one."

I put my arm around her waist. "It's a long story best told over a few drinks."

She gave me an appraising look. "Are you asking me out?"

"I might be."

She squeezed my arm. "I might agree if my team wins."

"I'm not that easy, Lisa," I said in a teasing voice. "You should prepare yourself for disappointment."

She squared herself. "I'm not that easily intimidated, buster!" she said in mock outrage, jabbing a finger in my chest.

Her face was flush with arousal, and her nipples hardened against her tee-shirt. We both knew we weren't talking about softball.

Her eyes widened, her voice quavered. "I was a second-team all-conference pitcher."

"We've got a few guys who played college ball too."

"I hope they're a little younger than you!"

"Ouch!" I said. "You know what they say about competition between young and old."

She gave me a puzzled look.

"Youth relies on talent and physical prowess."

"And?"

"Old farts win with experience and guile."

She laughed. "Well, you're going to have to be on top of your trickery game today, I guess."

My eyes drifted to her chest. "I just want to say how nice you look in that shirt."

She shook her head before giving me a wicked grin. "Did I ever tell you I'm not that easy?"

**

Since my team was designated as the visitors, we batted first. I found myself sitting next to Bill whom I knew to be full of himself.

"You check out the pitcher?" he said, chortling. "Jesus Christ, what I wouldn't give to go a couple of innings with her. Those tits never sit still, you notice that?"

I nodded.

"You know her name?"

"Lisa," I said.

"Man I'd like to fuck her until the second coming, pun intended." He broke out in a long, loud laugh, pleased with himself.

I nodded again. "I hear you."

"Course my wife," Bill said, "she might feel differently about it."

"She might, or she would?"

Bill sneered. "She'd never find out. I'm a smooth operator."

"Of course you are."

The thought of further conversation with Bill made me nauseous so I strolled to where the extra bats lay and pretended to warm up. The way Lisa was pitching it was doubtful I'd be batting anytime soon.

By the time she got to the plate in the bottom of the first, Lisa's team led 3-0 with runners on first and third and two outs. When she got into her batter's crouch my heart fluttered. I didn't take this game seriously, but I realized I took her at-bat very seriously.

Our pitcher was careful to keep the ball away from the strike zone. Nevertheless, she drove the first three pitches beyond the outfield fence in foul territory. Before the fourth pitch, she stared straight at me with a playful sneer on her face. Something devious was up.

As soon as the pitcher released the ball I charged the plate. Lisa had already committed to bunting and executed a beautiful one. But I was there to grab it. A routine toss to first base and the inning was over.

That's what was supposed to happen, anyway.

But the first baseman bobbled the ball which rolled into the outfield. The second baseman scooped it up and tossed it to me as Lisa rounded first and headed for second with me in hot pursuit. We arrived at the bag more or less at the same time.

In the collision that followed, I dropped the ball and toppled on top of Lisa. I took my sweet time getting to my feet and then offered her my hand.

"Nice heads-up play," she said. "Too bad your first base can't catch."

"The way it is," I said, lightly touching her arm. "You okay?"

She nodded. "Yeah, but we really have to stop running into each other like this."

"We've had this conversation before, Lisa. You know how I feel."

"I told you I'm not that easy. You'll find out when I pitch to you. I can't wait until you're up."

"Up in what sense?" I said as I trotted back to my position.

She stuck out her tongue at me.

With two out in the second I finally faced Lisa. Our team trailed 6-1 with a runner on second base.

"Skill versus experience!" Lisa shouted to me.

"What did she say?" said the catcher.

I turned around to look at him. "I didn't understand what she said."

It being slow-pitch, I didn't have to worry about any 60 mile-an-hour fastballs. What I was looking for was a mistake, a pitch delivered low that I could drive.

Experience had taught me patience. And so I took three pitches for balls. If Lisa was as good as she claimed, her next pitch would be a teaser--something just off the plate yet seductive enough for me to take a swing. And sure enough the next pitch came in away, but also low. I drove it over the fence for a two-run homer.

As I rounded second base Lisa stuck out her tongue at me. I blew her a kiss. When she laughed, I knew I had her.

**

My heart warmed to her when the picnic got underway and she rebuffed Bill's offer to sit next to him.

"Nice game," I said. "Too bad nobody brought any crow. You could have fed me some."

"You did well for an old geezer," she said, patting my back. "A homer and two-run single. You did your part."

"Old geezer?" I said, feigning hurt feelings. "What about respect for your elders?"

She laughed, resting her hand on my thigh. "You know I'm kidding, right? It's not like you're that much older than me."

I nodded.

"So why don't you tell me about those other venues you claim better performance in."

"This isn't the time or place."

She shot me a look that I could only interpret as playfully seductive. "And what would be?"

I put my hand on her thigh. "Since your team won, I think you should buy me a drink at MacDonald's." Referring to a nearby popular bar, not the 'do you want fries with that' franchise.

**

MacDonald's was loud and crowded. We ordered drinks. When the band started a fast tune, we hit the dance floor. My eyes darted between her swaying hips and her breasts which bounced every which way as she did her moves.

During a slow ballad, Lisa put her arms around my waist and pressed her body into mine.

"I like the way you dance," she said. "And I like feeling how excited you are being with me."

My cock jerked a couple of times as if ready to ejaculate. She grinned.

When the band started another fast tune Lisa excused herself to powder her nose. I drained my beer at our table.

Her face was flush when she returned. Rather than taking her seat, she stood behind me, draping her arms over my shoulders. "Do you want to get outta here?"

Once outside, she pulled me toward her car in the back of the parking lot.

"Get in?" she said.

I slipped into the passenger seat. We came at each other like two rutting animals, her kisses deep, wet and probing. Eventually we stopped to catch our breath.

Lisa shot me a lecherous grin. "Is this one of the venues you were talking about?"

I put a hand on her breast. "I was thinking more along the lines of one with pillows and sheets."

She leaned toward me for a kiss. This time when we came up for air, she started the car and pulled out of the lot.

**

The tour of Lisa's apartment ended in her bedroom.

"I'm going to need a little time to get myself ready," she said. "You can use the shower in the hall bath if you'd like."

"Okay," I said, trying to keep the disappointment from my voice.

She ducked into her walk-in closet and returned with a robe. "I know this isn't quite you, but it's better than a towel, I guess."

With the thin floral print robe draped over my arm, I made my way down the hall.

After showering, I checked the mirror to see how I looked in the robe. It fell to mid-thigh and definitely wasn't me. But my cock stiffened when I picked up her scent on the robe.

In the living room I surfed the cable channels until I found a baseball game. After half an inning, I got bored and turned off the set.

Meandering into the kitchen, I opened the fridge, less out of curiosity than simply to give me something to do. I found lots of fresh vegetables and fruits. She apparently did a lot of cooking from scratch.

"Hungry?" said Lisa.

I jumped, not having heard her come up behind me. Closing the fridge, I turned to face her.

"Didn't mean to startle you," she said.

Her black satin chemise showed almost all of her legs. Lacy triangle cups overflowed with her breasts.

It took me a second to find my voice. "You look--"

"--good enough to eat?" she said with a wicked grin.

My robe fell open as I reached to embrace her. She took a step back, her eyes riveted on my crotch. "Jesus Christ, Luke!"

Taking my hand, she led me to the couch where she gestured for me to remain standing while she sat on the middle cushion. She had to bend over only slightly to kiss the tip of my cock and then she rubbed the mushroomed head against her cheek.

She kept her eyes on my face as her lips slowly enveloped my shaft. I gasped when her tongue caressed it. More and more of my cock slipped down her throat until her lips pressed into my pubic hair.

I growled.

With my cock still in her throat she winked before slowly releasing it until a thick ribbon of saliva was all that connected her mouth to my shaft.

"Goddam, Lisa!"

"A little appetizer before the main course."

I grabbed her chin and planted a deep kiss on her mouth.

She went down on me several more times, then I pushed her against the back cushion of the couch.

"I'm getting hungry," I said.

She giggled, pulled the chemise over her head and spread her legs.

"Goddam, Lisa. You're beautiful."

She smiled, cupped her breasts. "You don't think my boobs are too big?"

I shook my head. "I like them. They're the perfect size and shape."

"Thank you."

"And I love what you've done with your hair," I said kneeling between her legs and running a finger over the narrow strip above her slit.

"I'm glad you approve."

"Luke approves. Luke likes. Luke thinks it's very sexy!"

She giggled.

I massaged her inner thighs using just my fingertips.

"Oh my god. That's so good," she said, spreading her legs wider.

In small increments, my strokes moved closer and closer to her opening until finally my fingers grazed her outer lips.

She moaned. "Oh fuck!"

Using my thumbs, I separated her wet pussy lips. "You look delicious! And so sexy!"

She put her hands on top of mine. "You know how to arouse a girl."

I slid a finger between her lips and penetrated her canal.

"Fuck!" she said.

She leaned forward and after spitting into her palm, stroked my cock.

In didn't take us long to fall into a rhythm, my finger fucking her pussy as she stroked me.

When she started moaning, I stuck my tongue into her mouth.