You look so nice today

The Kiss – Day Zero

Alessandria looked up from her coffee, letting out a sigh as she found herself not alone, her thoughts still lingering on the recent breakup last night with her fiancé, finding out anonymously in a note and with photos of his infidelity.

"You okay, Sweetie?" Trevor asked, trying to catch her attention, his voice a raspy whisper that suited his aged appearance and belly paunch.

Alessandria sighed again, this time more loudly, and nodded her head. "Yea, fine, thanks."

She dabbed at her eyes with her sleeve, trying to mask her tears.

Trevor sat down. "I heard you and Dean broke up," he said.

She looked at him, her eyes reddened. "Yeah, he cheated, Trevor." She spat out the words, her voice shaking with anger and sadness, and she was unsure why she had shared her news with a colleague who she had always tried to avoid.

Trevor reached out and put a hand on her hand, around her mug. "I'm so sorry, Sandi," he said, using the shortened version of her name that she secretly hated.

She looked at him, her eyes meeting his. She could see the genuine concern in his eyes, and it made her think again about correcting him.

Trevor sat and listened to how Alessandria had found a brown envelope on her doormat, how it contained a note and photos of Dean's indiscretions.

"I don't know who left it, and Dean tried to say he had no idea why he cheated, just like it wasn't him. She was so much older than him..." she explained.

Trevor let her vent, let her get it all off her chest.

Alessandria began to feel really bad that she had always avoided Trevor; here he was, really listening and comforting her. He was so sweet.

"I'm sorry for dumping all this on you, Trevor," Alessandria said softly.

Trevor reached out and put his hand on her knee. "It's okay, Sandi, I'm here for you," he said.

Alessandria pushed past the urge to correct him on her name for a second time.

She looked at her knee, where Trevor's hand was, then back up at him. As she did, Trevor leaned in; his lips met hers.

Alessandria pulled back, eyes wide with disbelief and disgust. "What the fuck, Trevor?"

She shot up from her chair, knocking it over. "You're old enough to be my fucking granddad! And you know I'm going through shit."

Trevor just sat and watched her storm off.

The rest of the workday, Alessandria was just as angry with Trevor as she was with Dean.

When she got home, all she could do was replay the kiss. What was Trevor thinking? How a man had betrayed her and how another tried to take advantage.

The Kiss – Day One

Alessandra got ready for work, her focus still on the kiss with Trevor; maybe she had given him the wrong idea, she thought.

She hated to admit it, but she was a little flattered. The way he looked at her made her feel wanted, bringing a little confidence back to her. The time he had spent consoling her – it was unfair to treat him or judge him in the same bracket as Dean.

She decided to leave her hair down and apply a little extra make-up.

Alessandria went about her day; she purposely tried to avoid Trevor, the awkwardness of their kiss fresh in her mind, although she was a lot less angry about it. Everyone offered her sympathy about the breakup and how surprised they were with Dean.

After lunch was the first time that she saw Trevor; she pretended to be engrossed in her work, a stack of papers balancing precariously on her desk as she shifted through them with no real intent.

"You look lovely today, Sandi," he said.

She froze; she intended to chastise him about the abbreviated version of her name, but when she looked up, the way he gazed at her made her stop. His eyes devoured her, leaving her feeling embarrassed, yet with a small hint of excitement.

She flustered and smiled weakly. "Thanks, Trevor."

He smirked and sat down on her desk, his legs spread wide, causing his pants to pull tight. Alessandria saw the bulge and outline of his penis and quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing.

Alessandria let him talk but busied herself in work, her cheeks a little flushed at his compliment.

When she got home, she had another ten calls from Dean, which she ignored, but they brought her down from the compliments of Trevor.

She poured a bath and a glass of wine. She slipped into the warm water, sipping her wine, and closed her eyes and lay back.

Her mind wandered to Trevor; she couldn't help but think of the compliment he had offered throughout the afternoon. Ok, it might have been a tad creepy, some of them, but still the compliments felt so nice. She took another sip of wine. As she placed the glass back down, her hand slid down her body, over her flat, toned stomach; her fingers danced over her clit. She let out a soft moan, her back arched slightly, surprised by her actions. She opened her eyes and looked down past her soaped-up breasts; they looked full and firm as she looked down past them, her painted toenails pushing against the bottom of the tub. Then she shrugged and closed her eyes again as her fingers began to move in a circular motion, her other hand caressing her breast, her hard nipple slippery under her touch.

She could feel her body responding to her touch despite her mind still being unsure if she should be.

She heard his voice in her head, "You look lovely today, Sandi."

Her fingers rubbing gently, just enough to send a spark of pleasure as she gripped her tit.

Alessandria moaned softly, her head falling back against the bath's headrest. She rubbed her clit more firmly. Her legs splayed open farther, the water lapping at her skin.

Trevor's words echoed in her mind, "You look lovely today, Sandi." She couldn't help but moan; his voice intertwined with the pleasure, making it all the more vivid. She imagined him watching her at her desk, his eyes filled with desire, his gaze on her hands, exploring her.

She moved her other hand from her breast; she replaced her other hand on her clit as she slid the other down and slipped her finger inside herself.

Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, her body tensing at the sudden intrusion as her ample breasts rose up and down in the warm water, coated in bubbles.

She rubbed her clit with more urgency, her fingers slipping and sliding, creating a delicious friction. With her other hand, she began to finger herself, slowly at first, pushing a digit inside her slick and ready pussy, her hips moving in time with her hand.

As she did, she imagined him perched over her as he sat on her desk, the only time he would have towered over her as she stood a good six inches taller, without heels, his attention on her. She imagined his pants tented with his erection, watching it grow against the material of his trousers. She moaned again, louder this time, her fingers moving faster, her body begging for release as she closed her eyelids tight.

She could see his cock, imagining it growing thicker and harder, straining against his trousers and stretching, coming to life as he ogled her, imagining how it looked beneath the grey fabric. Was the tip leaking precum? Was it eager for her touch? The thought of him, someone wanting her, pushed her over the edge. She cried out, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her, her orgasm consuming her completely. She leaned her head back, her eyes closed, and her body shook as she rode out the climax.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the steam from the bath had fogged up the mirror, and she realized how much time had passed. She smiled to herself, feeling both satisfied and slightly guilty. She stood up, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, and stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel to dry off.