From my point of view, nothing had changed.
I mean, even if I am a smart-ass, I've always been a nice guy. So when I left work one night, and Angie from the Parts Department had a flat tire, I didn't think twice about offering to help. No, she isn't some hot, young woman that I was trying to impress. She and I are both in our late forties. Sure, it was cold out, and the snow was going to make it tricky to place her jack, but I wasn't going to leave her to do it herself.
Besides, I knew there was a floor jack and a t-handle in the Maintenance Department, and I had no qualms about borrowing them.
It didn't take me ten minutes to put the spare on for her. She even had a full-sized spare, so she was going to be safe driving home. She went on her way, and as far as I was concerned, that was that.
I had all but forgotten about it when our Shop Floor manager, Nancy, came to my office and threatened me.
If ever there were a Work Mother, Nancy is one. Even though she is in her thirties and most of the shop guys are older, she manages them with a perfect blend of discipline and reward to get things done. Her strong character allows her to mother over the rest of us, sometimes even beyond work responsibilities.
No one else was around when she stepped into my cubicle and glared at me. She waited for me to finish what I was doing, so I hurried.
"What's up?" I turned and asked.
She continued to glare. "I've never had to talk to you about your extra-curricular activities," she said in a menacing tone. "You had better think twice if you think we will tolerate anything like that here."
She somehow managed to not stomp her foot, but she angrily turned and walked away before I could say anything.
I had no idea what she was talking about.
Well, that's not true. I mean, I knew what she was talking about, but I didn't see the relevance.
It was not a secret that my wife and I are swingers, and that we allow each other the freedom to explore. For some guys, that might be a license to kill. I'm a nice guy, and I always have been. There are places and situations where exploring that freedom makes sense. There are places where it might be questionable. There are places where it would just be stupid.
When I travel, I would never hit on a hotel clerk, or a waitress, but women wearing red dresses at the bar are open game. I would never flirt or even be suggestive at the gym, but if one of the women there asks to meet somewhere afterwards, I would agree. I would never flirt with anyone from work and I never have. I am fairly certain I would find an excuse not to meet with any of the women from work, even if they asked. That's not a problem that has ever come up.
It had been a couple of weeks since I had helped Angie with her car, and I couldn't think of any other interactions that I might have had that would have set Nancy off. I knew I hadn't done anything, so I let it go.
That night, I discussed the whole thing with my wife. She usually has pretty good insights that help us steer clear of trouble. She was as puzzled as I was.
Even more puzzling for me was that things at work were just as normal as can be. In addition to my other responsibilities as Chief Engineer, I interact a lot with Manufacturing, Customer Service, and Parts Sales. That means that I work with Nancy a lot, and I have to chase down parts or drawings for Angie fairly regularly. My interactions with them and with everybody else at work were just normal. Nothing had changed.
And then, in a heartbeat, something changed, and I had no idea what or why.
About a half hour before quitting time, Angie walked into my cubicle. She was wearing a jacket and carrying her purse like she was about to walk out the door. She walked over and set an envelope on my desk.
She gave me a hard look. "I won't accept 'No' as an answer," she said with a quiver in her voice.
She tried to calmly turn and walk away, but I could see that she was nervous. With a puzzled look on my face, I watched as she walked out of my department and headed toward the front door.
The envelope didn't even have my name written on it. Inside I found a note and a hotel swipe card. The note simply had the name of a hotel, a room number and a time. The hotel wasn't that far away, so if I left work at my regular time, I would get there at the correct time.
The first thing I did was to sit there and stare stupidly at the note for thirty seconds. It was absolutely clear, and yet it made no sense. The second thing I did was call my wife, hoping that there was some female logic that I was missing. My wife laughed at me for being blind, and then suggested that I should call if I didn't think I would make it home that night. Her advice was clear, and yet it didn't help make sense of things at all.
There are a handful of duties that I have to handle at the end of each day. I managed to do them all, and I don't even think anyone noticed that I was distracted. The whole time I was trying to decide what I was going to allow to happen.
In my perception, Angie was pretty, but not gorgeous. She wasn't skinny, but she and I had talked about our gym workouts, so I knew she went fairly often. More often than not, she wears clothes that hide her shape. I am fairly certain that she isn't flat chested or overly endowed, but beyond that, I couldn't guess. She doesn't wear overly tight jeans on Casual Fridays. I'm sure she has a butt, but I've never had reason to take notice of it.
I guess my point is that while she is a pretty and nice woman, she wasn't so spectacularly great that I would risk trouble at work to hook up with her. My wife didn't seem to object, but then, she wouldn't have to face Nancy's wrath. It took me a while to wrap my head around it, but I decided that I would stop at the room, apologize to Angie, and then head home. I will take teasing from my wife over ridicule from Nancy any day.
I arrived at the hotel on time. I parked in the side lot, used the swipe card to get in, and took the stairs to the fourth floor. Of course, I was on the wrong end of the building, but the walk down to the room gave me time to catch my breath. With a final deep breath to relax, I knocked quietly, and then let myself into the room.
The room was a standard hotel room, with a short entry hall past the bathroom, two queen size beds, a desk, and a television. Other than that, the room was empty. As the door closed behind me, I saw that it wasn't completely empty. There was a small suitcase of clothes on the chair. I also noticed some women's toiletries on the counter in the bathroom. The angle of the bathroom door looked suspicious, so I reached out and gently pushed on it.
"You were supposed to walk all the way in," an almost shy voice said from behind the door. As the door swung out of the way, Angie stepped into view.
She was shyly looking at the floor, but she had to have felt my eyes as I stared at her. She was wearing only a matching set of bra and panties, with a very sheer robe hanging open off her shoulders. The bra lifted and nicely displayed her breasts. The straps and lower cups were a black satin material, while the upper cups were open lace that barely hid her dark nipples. The panties were made the same way, with black strapping to perfectly sculpt the curves of her hips and an open lace panel that accentuated the neatly trimmed landing strip of pubic hair.
"Angie," I started to say, hoping that she would accept my apology, but she interrupted me.
"Don't," she said sharply as her eyes raced up to mine. The hardness around her eyes immediately softened, and she swallowed hard.
Even as I saw all of that, I couldn't stop my eyes from bouncing down to her chest, and then below her waist, before slowly climbing back up to her face. The slightest bit of a smile touched her lips, and she took a step toward me.
"You weren't going to claim you were tired, were you," she stated. Her eyes were locked on mine. Her hand touched my chest, and then slid up to my neck. "You aren't going to claim you have too much on your mind, either." Her other hand touched my ribs, and she lifted her lips to mine.
My apology evaporated, and I couldn't stop myself from catching her body and pulling her close. Her kiss started out sensually tentative, as if seeking my approval. I let one hand slide down to her ass as the other slid up her back, and her kiss became aggressively demanding. I held her close and matched her style.
She finally broke free to kiss her way down my neck as she concentrated on unbuttoning my shirt. For a half of a moment, I remembered that I am a nice guy. I had to offer her one more chance to reconsider before I devoured her.
"Angie, are you sure this is what you want?" I asked gently as I kissed her temple. Her hair smelled heavenly so I slid my hand up to feel its softness.
She pushed her head back into my hand and looked up at me. There was a hardness in her eyes, even though she was smiling.
"I need that hunger in your eyes," she purred. "Just keep looking at me like that and feast on me!"
Her eyes stayed locked on mine as she pulled my shirt off my shoulders and trapped my arms at my sides. She continued to smile and hold my eyes as she leaned forward and bit my chest. She growled in pleasure as her eyes closed, and she bit and kissed her way back up to my lips. My shirt fell to the floor and I caught her in my arms again.
I accepted her hungry kisses, and then used my fingers in her hair to pull her head back. Her body flexed in need as I nibbled and kissed my way down her neck to her breast. I used patented move number thirty-one to release her bra without her knowing it, and she actually shrieked in surprise when my lips and teeth found her nipple. She struggled with herself as she tried to pull me closer and push me away at the same time. As her nipple hardened up, I let her push me away.
She nearly looked embarrassed by the noise she had made, but she was panting in need, and she tried to smile for me to continue. I gave her a wolfish grin as I let my eyes drop to her other nipple. As my eyes returned to hers, I lifted an eyebrow and slowly leaned forward. She groaned in need as she lifted her breast and pulled my head down. She pressed her lips together to try to hold in her shriek of joy as I caught her nipple with my teeth.
She threw her bra aside and let me tease her flesh for several more seconds before she pulled my head away. She gave me a quick, hungry kiss, and then dropped to her knees in front of me. She stared intently at the bulge in my pants as she scrambled to loosen my belt. I kicked my shoes off, and then when she pulled my pants and boxers down past my knees, I was able to kick them off as well.
She stared at my erect cock for three excruciatingly long seconds. She gave me her impish smile and then held my eyes with her own as she leaned forward and caught the shaft with her teeth. Her eyes drifted shut as she replaced her teeth with her lips and tongue, and her hands folded around the shaft and balls. She nibbled and kissed her way to the top, where she swirled her tongue around the head, and then she nibbled her way to the base again.
I didn't even realize that my eyes were closed until I had to open them to see why she had stopped. She was still holding me, but she had pulled back until her lips were barely off my skin. She gave me the impish smile again.
"Tell how much you want this," she said. Without waiting for a reply, she said, "Tell me you're eager to return the favor!"
"Yes!" I answered, letting her hear my willingness to give her anything she wanted.
She almost let her lips touch me again, but she pulled back with the most demanding of smiles yet.
"Tell me you're not going to stop fucking me until I say I'm done!"
"Oh, yes," I said with a smile that told her I expected to exceed that expectation.
Her eyes flared in surprised pleasure, and then she pulled my cock forward and she swallowed it. I grabbed her hair and started flexing my hips and knees to move with her. We both groaned in pleasure.
I'm not quite sure what she did next, but it almost made my knees collapse. Part of it was how she unexpectedly used her lower hand to push a couple of fingers back to probe my ass. At the same time, she did something in the back of her throat that pushed pure electric pleasure into the head of my cock. I had to squeeze her hair and pull her away to keep from falling on top of her.
"Too much?" she laughed as she flickered her fingers between my butt cheeks.
I clenched those muscles to deny her entry, but I laughed with her as I pulled her to her feet.
"I'll show you 'too much'," I threatened as I kissed her and pushed her backward towards the bed.
She laughed with me as she returned the kiss. She tumbled onto her back on the bed, and then let me pull her panties down and off as she scooted up toward the headboard. I caught her ankles and lifted them together straight up.
I gave her body a hungry look, and she shivered in need. I parted her legs and then made angry growl noises as I quickly planted several fake bites from her ankle to her knee. She laughed and tried to spread her legs wider.
"The thighs taste better," she laughed.
"The breasts were awfully tasty," I rejoined as I turned and attacked her other leg.
"You promised to taste all of me," she laughed as she managed to spread her legs some more.
I attacked her thigh, and she threw her head back in anticipation. She quickly lifted her head when I turned and attacked her other leg.
"I need..." she started to demand, but her words stopped short as I wolfishly attacked between her legs.
I growled and shook my head as I speared my tongue in as deep as it would go. At the same time, my nose pressed down on her clit. She stared at me with her mouth hanging open as the air was silently pushed from her lungs. She threw her head back as she took a deep gasping breath and then her whole body squeezed down into an orgasm. She gripped my head tight with her legs and hands as she growled until she was out of air again. Another shuddering breath followed, and she nearly sobbed as she let it out.
I felt her grip my hair to push me away, so I eased off. She relaxed into the bed and simply let herself breathe as I gently enjoyed licking the flavors that flowed from her. She smiled at me as I lifted up to my knees. She smiled in puzzlement when I stood and walked away. She laughed when I returned with a couple of towels. She gave me a questioning look as I first wiped the sweat from my brow, then wiped my chin clean.
"Did I taste that bad?" she asked. She truly sounded worried.
"You taste incredible," I answered enthusiastically.
"What's the other towel for?" she asked skeptically.
I smiled as I folded the towel in half, knelt between her legs, and pushed the towel under her butt.
"It's more polite to try not to destroy the bedding," I teased. "I suspect things are about to get even wetter."