"Good morning Roger!" Elena said brightly as she walked into my office, setting the Fedex package on the corner of my desk and leaning on it with her hands, her arms intentionally squeezing her large breasts together to force even more of the soft cleavage up for my benefit.
I hadn't known Elena all that long, maybe three years at most, since she started working at the company as a secretary. At twenty seven she will be literally half my age when I have a birthday in two days. She is a very sweet, upbeat, and playful young woman. At five foot seven she is a bit shorter than I am, but I rarely notice since she generally wears three or four inch high heels, which accentuate her muscular legs. I rarely see her in anything other than a skirt or dress, which seem to tastefully compliment her petite, but extremely curvaceous, body.
Elena had raven black shoulder length hair, an extremely pretty face that always seemed to have a smile on it, and gray-green eyes that just melted me when she gave me one of those bedroom looks. Her obvious central American heritage gave her skin the appearance of being tanned bronze, even in the middle of winter. During the summer she would darken even more as she tanned, yet nothing I had ever seen suggested a single tan line, making my imagination run a bit wilder than it probably should have.
I was extremely careful when she started, afraid that a good looking young woman might take even a compliment as an unwanted advance from an older man. Last thing I needed for either my work reputation or my marriage was to be accused of sexual harassment. That worry turned out to be short lived, when after I gave her a sincere compliment on a dress she was wearing, she returned the compliment by expressing appreciation for the bulge in my slacks that her attire had caused. After that, while our public comments were ALWAYS squeaky clean, when we were alone the comments were much more explicit. While we had never had any physical extension of our comments, we both knew that what we exchanged was intended to be a fun little playfulness between two adults. Neither of us had any desire to mess up our marriages, so the playfulness stayed very contained and private.
Elena was always quick to bring down a large pile of mail if my box got full, or one of the frequent overnight deliveries that came for me. I suspected that for the last two years she had been giving me special treatment, or at least I hoped so. While I wasn't much of a betting man, not taking part in the ritual football pool in the office, Elena and I did have a continuing side bet running. If her team won, she would stop and collect a single square of Dove dark chocolate from me, her favorite, and if they lost she had to come deliver a mini-snickers bar to me. Over the last few weeks her team had done exceptionally well and was making a run for a playoff spot, making our little side bet a bit more fun.
"So, we whipped 'em again. Just cleaned the floor with 'em!" She said as she leaned against the edge of the desk, grinning like a cat that just finished off the prize canary.
"Yeah, they had a pretty good game." I answered, somewhat disappointed. My own team had done a lousy job that weekend. I reached into my desk and pulled out one of her little squares of chocolate and reached out to hand it to her.
"Uh uh. Not this time." She said, slowly wagging her head back and forth. "How may touchdown passes did we throw?"
"Four I think."
"Uh huh. And how many touchdown passes did we beat them by?"
"Three I think."
"Uh huh. Remember all that smack talk weeks ago when you said our receivers couldn't catch a cold in a snow storm? Well sweetie, now it's time to eat those words. Remember what you said?"
"Not exactly." I answered truthfully. That had been some weeks back and I remember making some comments about their receivers dropping everything thrown to them, but not much else about it.
"Well, let me refresh your memory." She said as she pushed herself upright and stepped around the side of my desk walking the few steps it took to reach my side of the desk and then stood there, leaning her thigh against the corner. "You said if those receivers could ever manage to hold on to enough catches to get three passing touchdowns in one game you'd happily feed me my chocolate no hands."
I groaned softly, remembering making that statement. "Just how do you propose I do that?" I asked with a sigh.
"Well, the way I see it, you have two choices, you can balance it on your hard cock and let me take it off there, or you can hold it in your teeth and feed it to me. I'd prefer the first method of course. I've been wanting to see just how big that bulge really is out in the open." She said in a soft sultry voice.
"Now that is tempting." I answered, playing into our little game. "Maybe I should just let you pull it out and get it all nice and hard first."
"Ohhh yeah. That sounds fun. I bet I can find a way to get you hard without even touching you though. Maybe I'll just tease these babies out and let you see them for a few seconds." She said, sliding her hands up to her breasts and giving them a gentle heft upward. "I bet that would do it."
"I bet it would too." I answered. "But maybe we should leave them covered just the same. Wouldn't want to accidently get any chocolate on 'em."
"Spoil sport." She said with a grin. "You know, next weekend we play you guys. We are going to so whip your butts."
"Not likely. I think that you're going to revert to the team that played earlier this season and choke.
"Not likely. I think we've got your number. Last game before playoffs? We win and we're in. Lots of drive to get it done. Oh yeah, we're definitely going to kick your asses."
"I really doubt it."
"Oh? Wanna up the ante then?"
"What did you have in mind?"
"We win, in addition to my candy, you kiss my cute little tush....right here." She said turning herself and poking a finger on her skirt covered ass. "My cute bare ass. Just your lips on my hot little ass. What do you say?"
