It had been a couple of weeks since my girlfriend, Kim, and her eighteen year-old sister, Katie, had hooked up on Kim's couch. Katie left town for a couple of weeks to visit family in California, and Kim and I finally got to have some relaxing time at home without the stress that Katie's general laziness put on the household. Still, I couldn't help but miss seeing her cute little ass strutting around in tight cotton panties, or her perky 18-year old tits barely contained by a tight halter top.
Kim and I still hadn't talked too much about what happened with Katie. Outside of the heat of the moment, Kim seemed a little embarrassed or ashamed, and the one time I tried to bring it up she asked if we could talk about it later. I'm certainly not going to press her about eating her little sister's pussy; when she's ready to talk about it, we'll talk about it.
In any event, we returned to our usual routine, which in both of our cases involved a few long nights at the office per week. After a week of barely seeing Kim, I decided to surprise her on a Tuesday night when she was stuck working late yet again. Whatever brownie points I was going to get from surprising her, though, were preempted by a call from Kim's secretary, Rita, asking me to swing by the office around 7 pm. Great, all my planning went for naught. At least I already had flowers.
I rolled into the office a little bit after 7 pm, flowers in hand. Rita unlocked the office door and let me in. She was wearing her usual outfit - tight blouse showing just a hint of her ample cleavage, a pencil skirt that accentuated her curvy hourglass figure, some dangerously high heels, and no hint of a panty line. Her curly black hair was tied up in the back, with just a few strands hanging down the back of her neck. Rita's a tiny one at only about five feet tall, but with her heels and her shapely silhouette she has an imposing presence.
"Welcome, sir, we're glad you could make it."
"We?" I asked suggestively, kicking off our usual flirty banter.
"Oh yes, we. Kim's been stressed out, and it's making life more difficult for everyone, so believe me when I say I'm very, very happy to see you tonight."
I almost got a lump in my throat at her sultry tone. "Well, I assure you I am just as happy to see you as well." Might as well return the favor, and frankly I was getting more than a bit aroused at her breathy tone and sexy insinuation.
"Well, then, follow me right this way."
I blatantly admired her round ass sway as she walked away. As we passed a conference room, she quickly glanced to the side and caught my reflection in the glass checking her out. I know she caught me because she did a little wiggle of her ass, like a mini-twerk.
I laughed. "That obvious, huh?"
"Quite alright, sir, I'm used to Kim's very obvious looks, so your attempt at subtlety is appreciated, if unnecessary. Oogle away."
"By your leave, my grace," I replied, bowing humbly and stopping my face just a couple of feet behind her firm buttocks. Rita laughed, slightly bending over to take the game to the next level. It was all I could do to keep my hands from running up her thighs and over the pencil skirt, stopping as they cupped Rita's round derriere.
"Well, let's not keep Kim waiting. She owes me, and I'm ready to collect," Rita said as she continued towards Kim's office. I wonder what that means?
Rita walked right into Kim's office without knocking and waiting as she normally does.
"It's time, Kim. You promised, remember?"
As I walked in I saw Kim in her chair, finishing a draft of an email. She must not have met with any clients today because she's wearing basically yoga pants with a black tank top and a loose fitting blue sweater. Her shoes were casual pumps, and her hair was up in a quick ponytail. Kim hit send and spun her chair slightly to face us.
"You sure this is what you want, Rita?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"There's nothing else that you'll accept?"
"Kim, quit trying to get out of this. I told you what I want for my silence, and I'm not negotiating!"
Kim stared at Rita for a good five seconds before her face took on a resigned expression. She looked down at her hands, clasped almost nervously on her lap. "Fine, on the condition that there will be no further threats. This is a one-time thing. You got that?"
"Of course," Rita replied. "And thank you. You know that I respect you and your relationship."
Kim flicked her eyes over to me. I was both nervous and excited, my heart beating a bit wildly as I tried to figure out what was going on. Was Kim in trouble? What did Rita have on her that made her negotiate from a position of obvious weakness? Why wouldn't Kim look directly at me?
"You tell him," Kim finally said. "I wouldn't even know what to say."
"Fine," said Rita, turning to face me. "I know what you two were doing here a few weeks ago. I know you've been fucking in the office for a while now. You're not even being that coy about it, really. I've even hinted that I've known for a while, and you didn't pick up on it."
Rita took a step towards me, a firm, commanding step that showed she was in control of the situation. "I have no power over you, sir, but your little girlfriend here? She's breaking the rules. How would the partnership respond knowing that she's making the office smell like sex? Would they like to know how Kim leaves her panties on the ground underneath her chair? What if a client saw that?"
