Dale realized he'd read the same paper top to bottom about three times now, and he wasn't going to try for a fourth.
It was dark outside in the city and he was alone in the office except for the janitors. He sighed.
Katie had been prancing through the house with her new boyfriend Chris, back after finishing college and already preparing for graduate school. She was a smart girl and had already been accepted to the University of Chicago's business program, so now she was home for the summer. And it had been a month of torture.
To her credit, Katie hadn't spoken of their sinful indulgences. He was her father again, not her illegal lover, and she playfully teased him just like she had before the last few years' madness. She said hello to her mother, stole his coffee in the morning, and was gone most of the day. She and Chris were having a grand time, and Dale hated himself for envying the long nights the two were spending together.
But Katie was twenty-three now, a woman who could make her own decisions, who already had a bright future. Maybe it was just him who couldn't put the past to rest.
Except Katie did, every now and then, give him a shifty, knowing look, and when her mother wasn't around she wore less, showing off her legs in tight shorts, drifting through the house at night in a big undershirt without a bra or anything else. But she didn't say anything to him, just let him look.
But the worst day was by far when she and her friend Alicia had come home after spending a hot day at the pool. The two of them were dripping in his kitchen in their bikinis drinking vitamin water on a Sunday afternoon. And he had to sit at the kitchen table and go over his reports while Alicia practically fell out of her swimsuit (the two had probably been drinking too) and Katie did not. Katie just swept through the house, statuesque, her full, firm breasts molding the contours of her wet crimson bra over her soft skin and her trim abdominals and strong thighs barely covered by the triangle that threatened to wedge itself inside her pussy-
Dale slammed his fist down on the desk. He couldn't think this way!
That had been three weeks ago. Two weeks ago Margaret had finally taken her vacation with her fiance. He'd promised her she could, and until the moment that Nathan had come to pick her up he'd kept her hands off her. But he needed...
* * *
Nathan actually came up to the office to pick her up from work. Margaret was carefully finishing up her work for him, wanting to make sure that nothing was out of place. He shook Nathan's hand and told him he was a lucky man. Nathan thanked him (tall, great brown hair, winning smile - the kid was a winner, no doubt) and told Margaret he'd go down to get the car.
Dale asked to see Margaret in his office. She continued tapping until Nathan disappeared into the elevator.
She came into his office with some papers for him to sign. He watched the way her tight clothing hugged her body, the way her skirt, leg and heel seemed to be one elegant unit, meant for striding, meant for straddling. Dale locked the door and took the papers. She was standing between the door and the desk. He went to her, laid the papers on the desk, and bumped against her. She looked up at him silently (she could feel him down there), and he continued to push against her until he'd forced her to back up against the door. He grabbed her hips.
"Sir..." she said hesitantly.
He ran his fingers down the slick material of her skirt and stopped at the hem. He pressed into her harder until his groin was a thick bulge against the place where her legs met.
"This is completely inappropriate," she whispered, but she smiled as she said it.
He slipped his fingers under the hem of her skirt and flipped it up over her thighs and pulled it roughly over her ass. He ran his palms over the lush, strong muscles of her buttocks and pressed her harder against the door. His eyes locked into her bright green gaze and he dipped a finger over her naked genitalia.
"You're not wearing panties," he said.
"Sue me," she whispered.
"What else doesn't he know?" he asked. He took her hands and guided them over his zipper. He fit the metal tab into her little fingers. "Unzip me," he said.
"What are you going to make me do?"
"I'm going to force you," he whispered in her ear. He gripped her brown hand in both of his and softly eased her fingers down until the zipper reached its bottom. "I'm going to force you up against this door..."
Margaret reached into his pants (no boxers) and pulled out his cock. It was quickly stiffening under her eager caress. "I'll scream," she said. "I'll scream for Nathan to come save me."
"I'll be inside of you by then," he whispered. While she played with him he traced a loving circle around her ear with his tongue. Her knees trembled against his. "You're so beautiful."
She brought the wet head of his dick up against her shaven mound and rolled it gently back and forth, tightly held in her firm hand. "I bet you say that to all the young girls you fuck."
He grabbed her chin and tilted her head up to him. She weakly fought against him as he planted kiss after kiss on her mouth. He kissed her again and again until she gave way beneath him and accepted his tongue between her lips. At the same time she let his penis go and brushed the back of her hand against his chest as he reached under her ass and angled his dick against her pussy. "Better not..." she whispered into his mouth. "I'll be gone for two weeks..."
"He's going to have you all to himself," Dale muttered. He slipped his pulsing dick between her already sopping thighs, into her lips, and drove himself up, hard, into her vagina.
Margaret knocked her head back against the door in a silent scream and squeezed his arms with her fingers. She hooked her thigh around his pants and shook like an epileptic as he slipped his dick higher and higher into her tight opening. Her shoe fell off her toes and knocked against his feet.
"You got it so bad you need to fuck me on my last day in the office?" she muttered as he pounded her against the door.
"What's your job?" he said.
"To do whatever you tell me," she teased into his face. He roughly fondled her tit.
"I'll take you on a real nice vacation," he huffed. He planted his hands on her ass and pressed her head against the door with his own.
"Too late, boss, I'm getting married." She bucked her hips against Dale's pelvis and bit his chin. She felt how hard he was. She felt his thick length cruising up to the very top of her canal and prodding playfully at the entrance, at her thick labial lips.
"You never wear the ring in the office," he grunted.
"Annh, fuck me!" She said it as softly as she could.
"Are you going to cook for him?"
She was annoyed. "If he asks me."
"You gonna have kids?"
"Aaah. Stop!" she huffed. His penis throbbed in her pussy.
