We had been seeing each other for some time now. I should say, literally, seeing, as it was as harmless as that. I was deeply and passionately in love with Sandy, but she, also was married. Although she knew how I felt, for many months now we had just been having casual lunches. A while back we would go out to various parks and have nice comfortable talks. I enjoyed several foot massages and some hand massaging to release tension. Once I even massaged her back. And several time we shared a most delightful, but chaste and platonic hug. We both knew that there was more to our feeling than these "encounters" and we each, in our own way, hungered for more. But we were loyal, at least, physically loyal. The an unfortunate happenstance caused us to forgo our "outings." We were forced to limit ourselves to the local office grounds. But one day when we had a date planned, and we both needed it very much (the mental alleviation we each felt at sharing these few moments was monumentally heart-warming, it was nearly like our physical frustrations and, well, to put it bluntly, our horniness was partially slaked by these moments), it was raining. I wanted to return to "our park" for a rainy-day picnic, but her superior will (not only was she strong willed, but she was magnificently beautiful, a perfect and exquisite creature of grace, charm and sensual charisma like none I have ever known) prevailed and she suggested my office. Now my office is small and cluttered. The only really recognizable features are the computer on a table beside my desk and the "guest" chair is in front of my desk. Sandy brought her lunch and seductively settled her lovely self in the chair so I could soak in her warmth and beauty. It was so tempting to close the door, even lock it, but the office wags would have had a field day. It was going to be bad enough with the occasional passerby, but we had no choice. Lunch, itself, could have been uneventful, as sound would carry so we had to keep our voices low whenever we spoke of relevant things, like love and sex and the like; however, I found that there was just enough room beneath the desk modesty shield for me to read her feet. A strategically placed box helped to cover up the erotic fondling that was to occur. During one particularly passionate, albeit, low-voiced exchange about the charms of sexual intercourse, I accidentally bumped into her foot with mine. The result was not unexpected when a humongous size 13 encounters a delicate, sensitive, feminine bare foot. Although it was not truly serious I felt really badly and desired to rub it to ease the pain. Sandy would not even allow that to happen, but I decided to remove my shoes to prevent a recurrence. Why it took me so long to realize that I could stroke her feet with mine I will never know. Sandy readily accepted this because no one could see. So now as we talked of sweet nothings I relieved my passions with gentle and erotic fondling of her feet. Oh, if the office only knew what was going on. But they didn't! This went on for a good ten minutes. I was having difficulty making coverup conversation as the stimulation was enormous.
Here I was virtually making mad, passionate love with the most beautiful person in the world and I had to keep up the chitter- chatter. The desk covered up my erection well, whether my voice did or not is something else. Then somehow the subject of computer programs came up. It may seem funny to be able to think of something like that on the verge of an orgasm, but it did, thank goodness. And why in the hell do I say, "thank goodness?" Well, my patient reader, I decided that it was time to show her one of my new acquisitions. Now I could have showed her some of the X-rated texts I had or some of the graphics that would justify the purchase on a computer in the first place, but that seemed like a blaspheme. I picked an innocuous program and started it. Sandy obviously could not see from where she was sitting, so our mated feet were torn apart so that the rest of us could be closer together. She glided over to my side and slowly and erotically turned towards the screen and sort of snuggled up to me and my new friend resting idly, but expectantly, in my lap. So let me describe the scene for you late comers. Here I was sitting at my desk looking a an innocuous video display with an enormous hardon sort of hidden beneath the table. (I must say, parenthetically, that my erection was hidden from the casual viewer, but Sandy was not a "casual viewer." To her, nothing about me was lost from her view, at least, I hoped.) Now I am no John Holmes, but with Sandy so close I sure felt I could give him a decent run for his money or whatever. The smile that crossed Sandy's lovely full and passionate lips almost caused me to lose my wad right then and there, as it said, "I like it that way." But let me continue before you the ever patient reader gets bored. And right, and I mean RIGHT, next to me stood the luscious, delicious hunk of femininity, just dripping with sensual passion. Her hips were so close to my face I could almost smell the aphrodisiac aroma from her genitals. In my mind I could and they drove me wild. She slightly bent down to point to the screen and rubbed her thigh seductively against my shoulder. Expertly, we continued the idle chatter about computers and such. The occasional observer would not have noticed anything. "Love accomplished miracles," I always have said, and I sure was in Love, deep, wonderful LOVE with this perfect creature. It was only natural to share my joy of being with her so I reached up and put my arms around her hips. This and subsequent actions were, of course, carefully hidden from all who walked by. At first, Sandy hesitated and moved away, slightly. Her instinct was keep her distance, probably thinking that she had encouraged something that shouldn't be encouraged. Her "encouragement" was not of her knowing. Just because she was what she was, a delightfully kind, gentle and sensitive mature woman in a most attractive package. All along I had been attracted to her even before she knew I existed. God surely had created some strange things in this world and many beautiful ones. But this time She out did Herself. (Some may think that only a male could conceive of the perfect female, but I say that men wouldn't recognize the "perfect female" if she were dropped in their lap. All they want is a good fuck.
Only a female could imagine all of the delightful traits of her sex and wish to package just one.) But I digress again. In the past I would have dropped my arm and let her "win" her battle of wills, but for some reason I was not going to allow it this time. My increasingly active lap-friend may have influenced me. Anyway, I tightened my grip on her hips and pulled her back against my shoulder. When I felt the resisting tension ease, I eased my grip. But my hand seemed to be detached. It soon began a slow monotonous "cruise" around Sandy's soft and lovely flank. Our hugs in the past had been waste-up now I was being treated to another delightfully curvaceous part of this enchanting creature. With each passage I detected less resistance. Her right hand, which had poised near mine a few moments ago, gradually fell back to her side. I felt a distinct softening ripple through her. Cautiously, my hand felt it was nearer to me, to attempt to surmount the two exquisite mounds of passion. Sandy's luscious and sensuous bottom was one of her most outstanding features, and that is from a leg-man, who had long admired the slim, trim turn of her ankle. This lady embodied perfection enough for all normal fixations. Now, as in my dreams so many, many times I was softly caressing each contour of her posterior so cruelly trapped in a dress and underwear. This was a body that deserved to be set free (and she had sent me into a frenzy once when she said she loved to fish in the nude, I have still not recovered from those mind-boggling scenes).