(In which she tells me all about her camping holiday)
The next morning I was thinking what the hell I could say to Rachel. To tell the truth I was embarrassed about it. Watching her having sex with her husband, I thought, was excusable as she had initiated it but I felt a bit uncomfortable about wanking off in front of her.
Rachel, of course, was already in her office and greeted me with her big smile. I passed through her office and into mine, smiling back but without speaking. After a couple of minutes my phone rang and it was her. "It's a good thing it rained or it would have taken me ages to clean up the patio" she said laughing." I just wanted to thank you for putting on a show as well. I haven't enjoyed sex with Don that much in ages until last night." I thanked her for the compliment. I was still embarrassed and didn't really know what to say but I was feeling a little more comfortable with the situation.
A few days passed and we almost carried on as if nothing had happened. I was still a little unsure of the situation and put the other night down to Rachel having had a few drinks too many. After all, she had never displayed any signs of her sexual adventures before and I had only found out myself through Danielle.
She was unaware that I knew about her flings with other employees so I just assumed that the other night was a one-off that would never have happened without the alcohol.
On Friday afternoon, Rachel had taken the day off and, at around twelve, my phone rang and it was her." Fancy doing lunch" she asked, "Sure" I replied. "Where?"
"At my house" she said, "See you soon" and, before I could reply she put the phone down.
Believe it or not, I was quite nervous about this invitation. I was a married man and was pretty much faithful. I say pretty much because I had slipped a couple of times but mainly just messing about, oral sex etc and, like president Clinton, I could tell myself that didn't count.
I tried to call her mobile to tell her I couldn't make it but it was switched off and I didn't have her home phone number. I decided not to bother ringing personnel to get the number and thought what the hell? Maybe it was just an innocent lunch.
As I drove to her house a thought suddenly crossed my mind. Perhaps it was just an innocent lunch and her husband would be there. Nothing would surprise me after her performance the other night and maybe she was playing another game, lunch with her and her husband, maybe, just to see how I'd react.
When I arrived, however, I realised I didn't know what to do with the car. I couldn't hide it as, if her husband was there it would seem a strange thing to do. However, if he wasn't home at least the driveway was secluded enough so my car wouldn't be seen from the road anyway so I parked it in the drive and rang the bell.
Rachel opened the door and, as soon as I saw her, I immediately realised her husband wasn't home. I was used to seeing her in her work clothes which were pretty staid which is why I hadn't realised what a great body she had until I saw her naked the other night. However, the clothes she had on today showed off her figure to perfection. She was wearing a tight white lambs wool sweater that hung a couple of inches above her short tight blue denim skirt. The sweater was thin enough for me to see there was nothing underneath as her fat nipples, even their flaccid state were quite obviously pushing against the thin material. Her large firm breasts were rising and falling and, as she breathed in, they pushed the sweater out away from her tummy by several inches so, had I knelt in front of her the bottom of those delicious tits would be clearly visible. Her skirt was tight and finished several inches above her knees and she wore open toes high heel shoes with red painted toenails.
She caught me staring at her tits and she smiled and wiggled them at me. Before I could show my embarrassment she leaned forward, said "Hi" and lightly kissed me on the mouth. Our first kiss, and there was a faint smell of alcohol on her breath. "Come on in" she said before turning and walking into the lounge. I followed her and she gestured for me to sit on the same sofa where I had watched her fucking her husband.
In front of the sofa was a coffee table which had a couple of plates of sandwiches and a bottle wine which, I noticed, was two thirds empty. "Help yourself" she said "While I just tidy up in the kitchen. She poured us both a glass of wine, finishing the bottle, picked up her glass and went into the kitchen.
I sat there and munched my way through the sandwiches and I could hear her washing up in the kitchen.
After about ten minutes she walked into the room and I watched those beautiful breasts bounce and sway as she made her way over to the sofa and she sat down next to me.
"I hope you don't think I'm a huge slut" she said. What could I say? “Of course I do and I think it’s fantastic” is what I wanted to say, "Of course not" is all that came out. "People get turned on in different ways and yours happens to be being watched."
"I get turned on by sex, period" she replied "But I get really turned on if someone is watching, unfortunately it only happened a couple of other times. The first time was when I was camping with my best friend, which was when I first realised what a turn-on it was.
“And the second?” I enquired.
“Well……” - Rachel seemed reluctant to tell me.
“Go-on” I said, wondering why her voice trailed off.
“I’m a bit ashamed actually”
