All members in this story are over 18.
It was a quiet Friday and thankfully the office work was slow and it was just me and Stacey working today. The small office staff had several working out of town and others scheduled PTO for an extended weekend. Stacey had arrived at work wearing stretch pants, boots and a large pullover sweater that barely covered her ass. Casual Friday's were very casual today it seemed.
I never mix business with pleasure, work dalliances usually end up in disaster or worse a lawsuit. Lately I had been thinking about making Stacey an exemption as she had been sending signals that made my cock stir. Stacey was blonde, had 38 D boobs, 34" hips and a tiny waist all packaged on a 5'3" frame. The men in our organization were often drooling over her normal work attire of above the knee skirts, tight blouses and high heels. Yours truly included. However, being her direct supervisor was a no-go for me.
She had recently separated from her husband of 5 years about 6 months ago. She came into work one day without makeup (not that she needed any) her clothes disheveled and extremely distracted. I could tell she was upset all day but when I asked her, she said she was fine just not enough sleep the night before. I knew there was more to the story but didn't pry.
The next several days wasn't much better and she made a lot of mistakes. This was out of character for her. One afternoon I called her into my office, shut the door and sat her down for a talk about her performance. She broke down and said she had left her husband and I listened for the next hour to her tell me the details of her downward spiraling marriage and cheating husband. In the end I offered her my consolation, the number of an attorney buddy of mine and that she should take some time off to get her affairs in order.
She took everything I offered with the exception of the time off. She said it helped to stay busy and that she appreciated my listening and patience. She apologized profusely for her performance and I assured her that her job was not in danger and that she was a tremendous asset to our team. As I stepped to my office door and placed my hand on the door knob to usher her out, she wrapped her arms around my neck and placed a sweet kiss on my cheek thanking me again.
The hug caused my cock to stir and I hoped that she hadn't noticed my arousal. It caught me off guard. The scent of her body, hair and the way she pressed her body against mine seemed a little more than just a thank-you hug, but I tried not to read too much into it.
Her mistakes lessened and little by little she started getting her life together. Soon enough her divorce was final and her new life as a young divorcee began. She went out with friends and partied it up, but gave no man the time of day. I did notice that she would come into my office at times and we would end up talking about her personal life. She told me things about guys hitting on her, both at work and when she went out. I reminded her that we have a zero tolerance for any kind of harassment and asked her if she was being sexually harassed from coworkers and if so I needed to address it. She said it wasn't worth any trouble and that she had taken care of it.
She also complained about the slim pickings out in the dating 'pool' and how most men were just 'boys' and that she found herself attracted to older men. When she said this, she looked me dead in the eye and I found myself in a stare down. I was not about to lose this and knew that whoever blinked or looked away first lost. As we held eye contact, I replied that I knew full well how shitty the dating prospects were being divorced myself. I also stated that she was a very attractive woman, would find the right man in time and that she just needed time to heal. She smiled and laughed, looking away. I had won as her face flushed and she shifted in her seat. It seemed that I was no longer just her boss, but her confidant as well.
As she got up to leave I noticed she kept her hand on the back of her skirt and it looked a shade darker than the rest of the fabric and damp. She kept her front towards me as she side stepped toward the door. She reached for the handle and as she opened she asked me why I haven't gotten into any serious relationships since my divorce. I replied that I focused on work and just didn't think as old as I was anyone would interested in me. I told her that, like most middle aged men I was attracted to younger, better fit women and not the pudgy walruses in my age bracket that had a baggage train and were looking for a meal ticket. I said that young women I found attractive didn't want an old man like me.
She giggled and closed the door and asked if she could tell me something and keep it to myself. I replied 'of course.' Stacey then informed me that the women in our group called me the Silver Fox and that I could pretty much have anyone I wanted. She elaborated that I stay fit, dress nice, have my shit together, a gentleman and that I should pay better attention to the signals women send me.
Stacey gave me a wink and walked out the door. I sat there for minute and contemplated her remarks. Then I walked over to the leather bound chair she had been sitting in and placed my hand where her ass had been planted. It was still warm. Impulsively I checked to make sure the door was still closed and leaned down placing my face where her ass had been. This was not like me. I inhaled and could smell the sweet scent of Stacey's cunt still on the leather. It was dissipating but still lingered. I immediately got a raging hard on and rubbed myself through the fabric of my pants.
I licked the leather seat where the warmth was fading and tasted Stacey's cunt off the moisture her cunt had dripped onto the seat. She had been wet the whole time we were talking. I now knew what she smelled like and what she tasted like. Her cunt was sweet and all I could think about was burying my face in it.
For the next several weeks Stacey had been a little more touchy when no one was around. By that I mean she would hand me things and her fingers would linger touching mine. When I would have her look at a spread sheet she would rest her hand or arm on my shoulder, and would casually brush against my body. Her eye contact would linger a little longer than necessary and there were other signals such as when sitting across from my desk she would lift and separate her legs giving me a glimpse of her long tanned legs and her thong. Several times she would lean in to show me something on the computer or paperwork and she would rest her tit on my arm or my shoulder.
The tension was hitting the red line. She was young enough to me my daughter and all I could think about lately was being her 'daddy.' I was definitely getting her vibe but continued to maintain my professionalism and distance. That was until today. Stacey came into my office first thing and asked if I could give her a hand getting a box off the top shelf in the store room.
As I mentioned earlier, Fridays were casual. I was wearing jeans, boots and a t shirt. No meeting were scheduled and it was just the two of us.
Stacey stepped up the ladder and asked me to take the box she was wanting and to foot the ladder.
Her spiked heels were not conducive to using a ladder, but she insisted she get the box. I stood and looked at her tight ass in her leggings. Stacey had removed her Cardigan and was wearing a mid-riff sports bra that barely contained her jugs. She claimed it was hot in the office and besides she didn't want any dust on the box to get her sweater dirty.
The top showed off her thumb sized nipples very clearly and she stared at me as I took in her whole look. Stacey gave me a 'come fuck me' look and turned towards the ladder to climb up to the shelf. I stared at the fabric that showed off her prominent camel toe and placed my hand just beneath her left ass cheek on the back of her thigh as she ascended.
Stacey inhaled sharply and stepped up to the next step. My hand never budged. I could feel extreme heat radiating from between her thighs. I slid my thumb to the spot the fabric was pressed into her slit and felt her gusset was slick with her wetness. Stacey moaned.
I rubbed my thumb back and forth across her slit, pressing the fabric ever deeper into her blistering pussy. I stepped onto the lowest rung of the ladder directly behind her, never moving my hand from her thigh. The angle of my hand pressed my thumb deeper into her gash and she sighed even louder. Her hands had a death like grip on the ladder and her legs parted as far as the ladder would allow giving me better access.
