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The following is a work of fiction (actually, "FANTASY"). Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental and rather farfetched, if you ask me.
This is a story that describes some sexually explicit situations (albeit not too graphic) in a fictional (remember fiction?) setting. The target audience is adults (people over the age of eighteen) with broad minds. This audience is getting harder and harder to find each year.
Final disclaimer—I doubt that any of the people would act in the way described herein. This is just fantasy, and should be treated as such. This fantasy takes place in the late 1970s or early 1980s.
"Jim, I need to speak with you."
I looked up from my desk. It was Bobbie, standing at the entrance to my cubicle in that cute white jump suit with the thin lines in a checkerboard pattern. I didn't know if she knew that whenever I saw her in that outfit, my internal temperature rose a few degrees. Maybe she did.
"What's up, Bobbie?"
She drew in a breath. It was obvious that what she was going to ask wasn't easy. "We're short of cash this month. We need to get some money."
I looked around the office. Nobody was staring at us; our conversation was pretty quiet. However, this wasn't the kind of thing I liked to discuss at the office.
"I'm going to the mall across the street for lunch. Why don't you join me there—my treat—and we'll discuss it?"
She paused. I don't think she had considered a "lunch date" was in the cards. However, a group of us sometimes walked across the street and had some fast food at the mall once or twice a week. It wasn't as if this was anything really that different.
"All right," she answered, her voice barely a whisper. She left my cubicle.
I smiled to myself. Bobbie was a cute girl... actually a woman, her being about eight years older than my twenty years. I was the youngest employee in the office and single. I was making a little more than she was, and didn't have many expenses to speak of. Only a little studio apartment that set me back less than $200 a month. A good portion of my take-home just went into my savings and some certificates of deposit. I wasn't rich, but compared to most of the married people in the office, I was pretty well off.
Bobbie had started at the office a few months earlier as a junior analyst. She really didn't have the aptitude for programming, and always asked me questions. She did work hard, and that what was important in the end. She didn't expect other people to do her work, and she usually managed to get her work in on time.
She was a slightly chubby brunette, although not really overweight (although as a female, she probably would think she was). She was also a newlywed, having gotten married about six months before she came to work with us. Her face, however, was her best asset. It was round and always wore a smile. Her blue eyes twinkled when she laughed. She was, in a word, the stuff of my fantasies ever since she started working here.
She was the only female in our programming project. She seemed to be a trooper, not getting offended if she overheard a couple of the guys telling racy jokes to one another. She even joined us a few times for our occasional lunches across the street, and was also a regular at our weekly Friday night at the pub parties, although she always just had one drink—a white Zinfandel—and always left early to meet with her husband.
I took mental inventory. I had about $200 in cash in my wallet, so if she only needed that much or less, I could easily accommodate her. I figured that a small loan right now could cement our burgeoning friendship. I mentally shrugged that it was probably money well spent; if she really needed the money, she might look to me as her hero. I had nothing really to lose.
It was 9:30 AM. Lunch was in another two and a half hours.
I glanced back at my terminal and picked up my programming where I left off.
She coughed lightly. "Jim?"
I shook my head. I was so engrossed in my work, that I had forgotten about our little date. A glance at my watch showed me it was five minutes after noon. I looked up at her and said, "Sorry, Bobbie... I sort of got engrossed in my work."
She smiled, causing dimples to appear on her rosy cheeks. "No problem. We're going to the mall for lunch, right?"
"Yup," I confirmed. I saved my work and disconnected my terminal, pushed back my chair and got up. "Let's do it!"
We left the office, and walked silently across the parking lot to the crosswalk that crossed the busy highway between our office and the mall. I stole a few glances at Bobbie, and she looked a bit nervous. She probably doesn't like asking for money, I thought to myself. I know that I'd probably feel the same way in her situation.
As the light turned green and the "WALK" sign beamed its green message to us, we still hadn't said anything to each other. We started across the highway, and made our way through the mall parking lot.
She started heading toward the door closest to the fast food court. I was fantasizing about her thinking of me as her hero, and suddenly decided to head toward the full service restaurant at the other end of the mall.
"Bobbie, if we go to the food court, we'll be in the middle of hundreds of shoppers. We'll never get any privacy, and I don't think this is something you will feel comfortable about discussing in public. Let's go to The Station for a salad or sandwich, OK?"
She looked at me and thought. She smiled and thanked me, and started heading toward The Station.
"Still my treat," I assured her.
We got to the restaurant a few minutes later, and other than that one exchange in the parking lot, we still hadn't said much of anything to one another. The place was just starting to fill, but we had no trouble getting a table. As luck would have it, it was pretty secluded from the other tables.
The waiter arrived a few minutes after we were seated, and Bobbie ordered a Cobb salad and I ordered a turkey sandwich. After the waiter retrieved our menus, and departed, Bobbie decided it was time to talk.
"Jim, I want to thank you for the lunch. You are so sweet." She paused, uncertain as to continue.
"Thanks for joining me, Bobbie," I answered, filling the awkward gap.
"Henry was laid off a few months ago," she began, referring to her husband. "right after we got married. We still have the mortgage and our other bills. I don't think we'll be able to pay them off this month. Henry has found another job, but it won't start for another few weeks. So, a small loan right now would help us out, and we'll be able to repay you after he starts getting paid for his new job."
I nodded at her in understanding. Even though I wasn't an accountant, I wrote many programs for them. It wasn't difficult to see that a loan could help her in that situation, and wouldn't just be postponing a future default... it was definitely a "good risk."
"So, have you figured out how much you are going to need?"
She took another deep breath. This was the part that was difficult for her... actually asking for the money. "Um, well, yeah. I had done some calculations a night or so ago, and we're short..." She paused again, sighing.
"We're short about $600." she began again, quickly. "If I had that much more right now, I'd be able to pay this month's bills and the late ones from last month, and with Henry starting his job on the first, we'll probably come out even next month, and be back on the positive side the month after that. I could start paying you back then." She looked at me, hopeful.
I could see that she had figured this out. Six hundred dollars wasn't chicken feed, but it would hardly cause much of a dent in my savings account.
After a few moments thought, I responded, "You sound like you have it all figured out, Bobbie. It really sounds like a good plan. Of course, I don't have $600 on me right now. I'd have to go to my bank and make a withdrawal."
"You mean, you'll lend me the money?" she asked.
"Of course, Bobbie. You have a good plan, and since you will be back on the plus side in just a month or two, it doesn't look like there's any problem that I can see."
Her look of apprehension changed to joy. "That's wonderful, Jim!" she exclaimed, and got up out of her chair, and crossed to where I was sitting. She bent down and put a kiss right on my lips.
I was a bit taken aback from this. It had happened so quickly: she was thanking me, and all of a sudden, her lips were on mine.
I opened my eyes, and she was still kissing me, her eyes closed. I breathed in deeply through my nose, savoring her wonderful perfume.
She broke from the kiss, looking a bit embarrassed. She quietly returned to her seat, and said, softly, "Um, I didn't mean to embarrass you, Jim!"
"Um... oh, no! It was just a bit unexpected, Bobbie."
The waiter arrived with our lunches, and the moment was gone. I must have had the biggest grin on my face, though. She smiled at me in return. I was her hero. I just knew it!
Bobbie and I made small chit-chat during the meal, Bobbie knowing my disdain for discussing work stuff outside of work. She talked about Henry's new job, working for some security firm. I talked to her about my upcoming weekend, which would be going on a camping trip to the beach. All the while during the meal, one thought kept going through my head: "She kissed me! She kissed me! I'm her hero! I'm her hero!"
When the meal ended, and the waiter came, I already had my American Express card out. I had promised that it was my treat, and I wanted to remain her hero. Bobbie asked me if I wanted her to pay the tip, but I told her that it wouldn't be a problem.
After I signed the receipt, I put my copy and my card back into my wallet. I remembered that I had $200 in there already.
"Bobbie, I have about $200 here." I counted it out. I put it on the table and told her that I needed to run a few errands during the remainder of the lunch hour, and also had to visit my bank for the rest of the money I was going to lend her. "Why don't you meet me in Don's office after work," referring to our manager, who, along with about half the office staff, was out at some boring trade show for the week. "We'll settle everything then. Tell Henry that you'll be a half hour or so late coming home."
She nodded at me, and took the money with an embarrassed smile. She took my hand in hers and thanked me again. It wasn't a kiss, but it didn't matter to me.
I didn't really have any errands that couldn't wait until after work, and my bank had one of those new-fangled auto-teller machines where I could get some money. Unfortunately, $400 was over my daily limit on the machine, which I found out when I tried to withdraw it. I looked inside the bank, and the teller line wasn't long, so I just got on line, wrote myself a check for $700 (Hey... I needed some cash for myself!).
I walked around the mall, thinking to myself. Thinking about Bobbie kissing me... how lovely she looked in that jump suit... I'm her hero! Thinking about how nice she smelled when she kissed me...
I was killing time, trying to get into the office just as the lunch hour concluded. I wanted to spend some more time privately with Bobbie. Maybe I'd get another kiss.
Walking around the mall, it was probably the first time in years that I failed to look at all the females shopping. My mind was on other things... that kiss from Bobbie... being her hero... her jump suit. I soon found my thoughts straying... Bobbie taking off that jump suit... Bobbie's lips around my cock...
I must have looked a sight, since I found myself with a rather large hard-on. Luckily the rest rooms were close by, and I stepped inside to relieve myself. I emptied my bladder, and started to force myself to start thinking about the project I was doing at work. A few minutes later, I was back to "normal."
At work, I found it difficult to pay attention to my coding. I kept on thinking of Bobbie. We both got off at 4:30 PM. I couldn't believe how slowly the hours went. 1:15... 1:20... 1:30...
I had a lot of fantasies that afternoon... all of them starring Bobbie and, of course, me as her hero.
Finally, it was 4:25. I couldn't really wait any more. I disconnected my terminal and got out of my cubicle. Bobbie was still in her cubicle. I walked down the hallway silently, and entered Don's office.
Don's office was spotless. He was one of those "neatness" fiends. His desk was totally uncluttered, except for a blotter, a phone, a stapler, and a pencil box with a couple of pens in it. His desk had a comfortable swivel chair, and I sat in it.
Across from his desk, was a sofa—or more accurately, a love seat. A lot of us in the group used that sofa for catching some Zs when we were pulling an all-nighter, trying to meet some near-impossible deadline.
In my wallet, I had my $900. I counted it. Seven one-hundred dollar bills. I put the wallet back in my pocket.
And started to worry about loaning her the money... why not just give it to her? I started tossing the idea back and forth in my mind...
At exactly 4:30, the office door opened, and Bobbie exclaimed, "Oh, hi, Jim!" Apparently, she was surprised to see me already there.
"Hi, Bobbie," I replied, asking her to shut the door so we could be more private.
She did, and sat in the love seat facing the desk.
"Bobbie, I was thinking about the loan this afternoon, and I had a little misgiving."
She didn't say anything, but there was a little disappointment in her eyes.
"I don't really like lending money to people, mostly because I find myself too embarrassed to ask people to pay it back when they forget to do so, and have found that people who cannot pay back loans get embarrassed themselves, and what used to be a nice friendship gets turned into a very uncomfortable situation."
She closed her eyes, fearing the worst.
"Bobbie," I continued, "I know that you are encountering a hard time, and I also don't want to ruin our friendship by not lending your the money. You can see that I am in a bit of a quandary."
She opened her eyes, and gave me a look of understanding. "I under-" she started.
I interrupted her, knowing what she was going to say.
"Now, Bobbie... the easiest thing for me to do is just give you the money, and ask you not to repay me ever. That way, I won't have lost your friendship by not giving you the money, and I won't lose your friendship if, for any reason, you cannot repay it."
I paused, waiting for her reaction.
"I... I'm sorry, Jim. I cannot take $600 from you... a friend... and not offer to repay it back to you! I'd feel like I owe you something!" She paused, listening to what she just said. "I mean, I WOULD owe you something, but if you don't allow me to pay it back, I'd feel very guilty!"
"I had a feeling you'd say something like that, Bobbie. That's another part of the problem!"
She looked at her watch, and said, "Oh, shit! I forgot to call Henry!" She picked up Don's phone, and dialed a number. She waited about thirty seconds, and then said, "Hi, honey. It's Bobbie! I'm gonna be working a little late tonight... something just came up at the last minute. Why don't you put the chicken in the microwave and I'll be home at..." she looked at her watch, "no later than 6:30."
She hung up, and said to me, "Henry wasn't home, so I left a message."
I nodded, "So, where were we? I don't want to make this a loan, and you think that you'd feel guilty if I just gave you the money, right?"
She nodded.
"How else can we do this?" I asked.
She went silent. She was thinking this through. I guess she realized that this might take some time, hence her message to Henry.
"Jim, I think you are very sweet to want to just give me the money, but if Henry were to find out, he'd feel guilty as well, knowing that he wasn't able to earn our mortgage money this month."
I nodded in agreement.
"Why can't you allow us to repay you? I don't care if you don't want interest, but I cannot take $600 from you without repaying it back."
"Hmmm... what if you both took me out for a night on the town when you get more solvent?" I asked.
"You mean, like a dance club, or something?" she asked.
"Maybe that's not a good idea," I said. "I mean, if you are just getting back on your feet, Henry might not want to spend money on something like that... and invite me as well as have you pick up the check!"
She shook her head. "Yeah, I don't think that would work."
We sat in silence, trying to work it out.
"Bobbie?" I asked.
"Yes?"
"You know, I really liked that kiss you gave me at The Station this afternoon."
She turned red in embarrassment. "Oh, Jim, I was just so happy that you'd said that you'd lend me the money! You have always been such a sweet person."
"I know, but..." I paused, no knowing how to continue.
"But?" she asked.
"But... for some reason, I've been having a hard time keeping from thinking about it. I really enjoyed it."
She looked at me. "Well... I guess that I enjoyed it, too."
A sudden inspiration hit me. "I have an idea. How about $100 for each kiss you give me! It won't be like I'm giving you the money for nothing!"
She looked at me without saying anything. She thought it over and started to shake her head. "No... I don't really like the connotation of that."
"What connotation?"
"Kissing for money. It's like..." she paused, looking at me.
"OH!" I responded. I hadn't thought of that.
This is about as far as I thought it would go... maybe if she were to sleep with me for money... but I had never thought it through. She'd just be a prostitute if she did that. A whore. I didn't want to think of her that way.
"That's not what I meant, but..." I tried to get my thoughts together. "I think you are too nice for me to think of you that way!"
She smiled at me. "You really are sweet, aren't you." She looked at me. "Jim, I like you, but I can't cheat on Henry," she took a breath. "You don't want me to do that, do you?"
A sudden inspiration hit me. It was all I could do to keep from grinning. If I played this right...!
"OK. Kissing for money is out of the question. It was just a thought." I paused for a bit, thinking how I was going to word the next part.
"Bobbie, I have an idea. Let me finish this and then think about it before you answer. OK?"
She nodded her head.
"OK. I gave you $200 at lunch today, promising you that I would lend you the money, right? OK. Then I will lend you that $200. You can pick out your own interest rate and terms. Just sign an I-O-U for it before you leave here today.
"But I won't lend you the entire $600 you asked for. You don't want me to give it to you as a gift, and I understand that." I slowly counted out six one-hundred dollar bills. "This is the money that I want to give you... $600. As far as I am concerned, it is a gift, and I do NOT want it repaid. If you take it, you will have $800, which will not only get you past your difficult time, but give you a bit of a cushion to fall back on" I could see her head give a tiny shake "no" but I continued. "Since you don't want this gift, and since you don't like the idea of selling kisses to me, I think that the only thing else that I could do is..."
I looked her straight in the eyes. "I will purchase all the clothes you are wearing right now. For the $600 on the table. Right now. Take it or leave it."
It took a couple of seconds for the words to sink in. She looked at me, shocked.
I could see the wheels spinning in her head. I wasn't asking for a kiss, or for any sexual favors. But she'd have to be nude with me. Did she think she could do that?
I saw her head nod slightly, and I knew that I had her. But she wasn't going to make it too easy.
"Jim, you can't be serious." She looked at me, and knew that I was serious. "I cannot undress in front of you!"
"Bobbie, I don't want to lend you the money. I want to give it to you. You don't want it as a gift, and you don't want to sell kisses. I can see your points, and I think that they both have merit. However, if you want my money, then sell me your clothes. I promise that I won't think any less of you."
I could see that her will was being beaten down. I decided to press my advantage.
"The money is on that table. Pick it up and take it as a gift, or as the sale price for your clothes. It's your choice. If you don't pick it up, you can look elsewhere for the money. I still want an I-O-U for the $200, though. I've already given you that money, and I won't take it back."
She was still thinking it over, but her right hand was subconsciously playing with one of the bottom buttons on her jump suit. I could see her answer.
Staring in my eyes, she got up from the love seat and stood up at the desk. She slowly dropped her left hand and picked up the money.
She then turned and started towards the door.
My heart dropped. She was going to take it as a gift. Time to try to pick up any dignity that I had left.
"Fine. I had hoped that you'd take it as a gift. Please give me an I-O-U for the $200 on my desk as you leave."
When she reached the door, she didn't open it. She turned the lock.
"No, I'm not taking it as a gift. I'm going to let you buy my clothes. But the price isn't $600. The price is $800, including the $200 you already gave me. Deal?"
My heart stopped. She wanted in her own terms. I don't generally like dickering over a price, but I knew that I wanted what she was offering.
"Deal."
Bobbie stood there at the door. She realized that she had just sold her clothes to her co-worker.
Her hand started to fumble with her top button, and I said, "Wait!"
She froze, looking at me. Was this a sudden reprieve, or was I going to change the deal?
"You've taken the $800, right?"
"Yes," she answered, unsure of my point.
"So, as of right now, those clothes are mine, right?"
"Um..." she paused. "I guess so..."
"Then I want to be the one that removes them. After all, they are mine now, to do whatever I please with them."
She was unsure of herself now. Would she let me take them off her?
"Umm..." she was wavering again.
"C'mon. I offered you $600. You asked for $800. You can at least allow me to take them off myself, Bobbie."
"Oh. All right," she said slowly. She thought to herself. "First... I need to stop at my desk. I want to put this money in my purse, and... you know, get the rest of my stuff ready to go. OK?"
She was asking permission. I liked this.
"Fine. I need to go to the bathroom myself. Let's meet back here in five minutes." I glanced up at the clock above her. "Let's say, 4:55 by this clock."
She unlocked the door and hurried to her cubicle. I walked down the hall to the men's room. About thirty seconds later, I heard the door to the women's room close. That must be Bobbie. I grinned to myself. She was going to make sure that everything was presentable!
I flushed the urinal, and walked slowly back to Don's office. Bobbie wasn't in her cubicle, and she hadn't come out of the lavatory.
I entered Don's office, closed the door, and sat on the love seat.
And waited.
At 4:55, exactly, I heard the door knob turn. It was Bobbie. She entered quietly, put her purse next to the love seat, and locked the door.
She stared at me in the love seat. "Um, Jim. I'm not sure that I can go through with this."
I cut her off. "C'mon, Bobbie. A deal's a deal. But I can see you might be nervous. Shit, I'm nervous as hell as well. But wait, I have an idea."
I got up, walked around Bobbie, unlocked the door, and left. I went to my cubicle, and got out a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc that I had received as a Christmas present a few months ago. I found a couple of paper cups in my office, and returned to Don's office, locking it as I came in.
"This should calm down your nerves, Bobbie. Want some?"
She looked at the bottle, hesitated, and then nodded.
I dug into my pocket and retrieved my keys. I had a small Swiss army knife on the key ring, and flipped out the cork screw. After about a minute, I had the wine uncorked, and poured about five ounces in each of the cups.
"Jim... maybe a little more for me?" she asked.
I poured each of us another three ounces, and handed her one cup.
She took the cup, and swigged it down.
"A little more, Jim?"
I was a bit surprised. I had never seen her drink so quickly before, and never more than a single drink. I poured her some more, about five ounces, and looked at her. She nodded for me to add more. I poured a total of eight ounces, and handed it to her. She swigged that one down, as well. I decided not to offer her any more; I wasn't trying to get her drunk!
I sipped my glass and laid it on Don's desk.
It looked like she was going to ask for another glass of wine, and I decided that she was probably just trying to postpone the inevitable.
"Bobbie, if you drink any more, you will be in some sorry condition when you come home to Henry tonight."
The mention of her husband's name caused her to jerk herself. She realized that I was right.
"OK... but..." she was looking around for something else to stall her disrobing.
I started to reach for the top button of her jump suit, and she stepped back, falling into the love seat behind her.
I sat next to her. "You want me to wait, Bobbie?" I asked.
She nodded.
I leaned over toward her, and kissed her softly on the lips, just as she had done to me earlier that day, but without all the vigor she had put into kissing me earlier.
Instinctively, she returned the kiss, her mouth opening slightly. I could feel her tongue touching my lips. I opened my lips, and touched my tongue with hers.
Her breathing started to slow down. Either the kiss or the wine was calming her down.
I pulled my face away. Her eyes were still closed.
I stood up, facing her. I bent down and put my hands under her arm pits, pulling her to her feet. She came up, willingly.
I took a deep breath, and started to unbutton her top button. She didn't pull away, or even open her eyes. Her lips were still in sort of a pucker from the kiss. I could see her tongue still playing between her lips.
The next button unfastened, and then the next. Her arms were at her sides, and a plain white bra was slowly being revealed. I unbuttoned the final three buttons, down to about her belly button.
Her bra was now revealed, covering her breasts. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing, and her eyes were still closed. I was mesmerized by the sight.
After a few seconds, I gently pushed the top of the jump suit off her shoulders, and it fell down to her waist. I tugged it over her hips, and pulled it down to the floor. As I pulled each leg, she would lifted each one up to remove the suit. She was now standing in her bra, panties, and a pair of sandals. I placed the jump suit carefully on the love seat.
Her bra fastened in the back, so I turned her around to unhook it. It took a couple of tries, but I finally got it unclasped. I slowly slid each strap down her shoulders, her breasts holding up the cups in the front. I reached around her, and gently cupped each breast, fondling them gently for about twenty seconds.
Her breathing started getting a bit faster, and I thought I saw a shiver go through her back.
I pulled the bra cups away from her breasts, and she moved her hands forward for the straps to follow. I removed the bra, and placed it on top of the jump suit.
I turned her around. Her eyes were still closed, and her breathing was getting slower again. I put my hands on her backside.
Her eyes opened. She looked at me, and there was some emotion in her eyes. Her head nodded just a bit slightly, as if to give me permission. I kneaded her buttocks through the panties, and then moved my hand to the top of her panties and started to pull them down.
As her panties came down, I started to see her pubic hairs. They were soft and brown. I almost lost control and started to touch them, but remembered that I only owned the clothes... not her!
I moved my hand between her thighs and felt the material of her panties right below her crotch. It was a bit moist—not wet. As I pushed up, just a tiny bit, I heard a slight gasp from her. I looked up at her face; her eyes were closed again. I thought I could detect the slightest moan.
I touched her again, rubbing gently. The moaning was a little more pronounced. I squatted down to her pussy level and moved my hands to the top edges of her panties. With a sudden move, that caused her whole body to jerk, I had moved them down her legs, her knees holding them up.
I inhaled the aroma of her pussy. It smelled pungent with a slight whiff of perfume and talc. I closed my eyes, inhaling her for a minute or so.
She moved her knees closer, causing the panties to fall to her ankles. I took that as a cue, and brought each foot out. Bobbie lifted each leg in turn to free the panties. I deposited them on top of her bra.
I put my hands on her backside, and slowly guided her to the love seat, being careful to not have her sit on the clothes. As she sat down, I removed each of her sandals, and placed them on top of her clothes.
I looked at her sitting there, totally nude. Her eyes were open now. I wondered what she was thinking... Did she think I'd force myself on her?
After drinking in the beauty of my nude co-worker sitting in the love seat, I reluctantly turned my attention to her... rather, my... clothes. I put the sandals on Don's desk, and then picked up each item of clothing, folding them carefully.
I walked to the other side of Don's desk, and sat down in his chair. She was looking at me curiously. What was I going to do next? I smiled to myself, another inspiration hitting me.
I opened one of the side drawers in the desk, and found a couple of empty grocery bags that Don kept there. I pulled out one, and opened it. I put her sandals into the bag, followed by her jump suit, when Bobbie decided to talk for the first time.
"Jim... what are you doing with my clothes?"
"What do you mean, YOUR clothes? You sold them to me. Don't you remember?"
She looked at me in astonishment. She had thought that the deal was that she would undress (or be undressed) and that was it. A look of concern started to wash over her face as she realized that I had intended to KEEP the clothes!
"But... but... I cannot go out of the office... like THIS!" she said, looking down at her nude body.
I shrugged. "A deal's a deal. You agreed to sell them, didn't you?"
Panic started to cross her face. "But... Henry will KILL me... I cannot leave here NAKED!"
"Hmmmm... we have another quandary here, don't we?" I said, looking her straight in the eyes.
She thought about the $800 that she had in her purse. "OK. I'll buy them back for $100."
"No, Bobbie. I bought them for $800. And I don't want to sell them. Ever!"
"$200?" she asked.
I shook my head. "Not even for a thousand. I've always loved seeing you in that jump suit. And now, whenever I look at that jump suite, I will remember you out of it. This is a memory that I will cherish!"
"$300?"
I continued to shake my head. "Bobbie. I promise you, I'm not interested in selling these!" I shook the bag with my new acquisitions.
Her eyes had a pleading look.
"What do you want? Another kiss? I liked that last one," she pleaded.
I shrugged. She decided to take the initiative. She got up off the love seat and walked around to the other side of the desk. She bent down and kissed me. I kissed her back, and our tongues played with each other again. It was as if they had missed each other in the ten minutes they had been away.
Emboldened, I reached out and cupped her buttocks. She shook a little, and then let out a bit of a sigh. Her tongue never stopped playing with mine.
The position of my head was such that I could only see her left breast. Her nipple was standing out, erect. I brought my right hand off her butt and gave the nipple a tweak. She let me play with her nipple, giving me another soft moan.
Suddenly, she took her head away from mine, and took my right hand and placed it back on her ass. She then moved her left breast to my lips. She pushed it into my mouth and I started to suck.
I flicked the nipple with the tip of my tongue, and started to knead her backside at the same time.
I was in heaven. Here I was, sucking the breast of a woman who just twenty minutes ago, refused to sell me six kisses for $100 each!
I pulled away from her left breast.
"Well, Bobbie, you can be pretty persuasive," I told her.
She went to pick up the bag with the clothes in it, and I stopped her.
"Wait. I didn't agree to sell you these!"
"But... but, you just kissed me! I thought you'd sell them back for a kiss. And I let you touch me..."
"No! I didn't. You just asked me what I wanted and then started kissing me. I never agreed to anything more."
She looked like she was ready to cry. "Huh???" She sniffed a bit, and her eyes actually started to tear. It was a look that almost broke my heart. "So, what do you want. You KNOW that I cannot leave here without my clothes!"
I closed my eyes. I made it look like I was thinking deeply.
I felt her lips on mine again. I opened my eyes, and she pulled back slightly, and said, "That's OK. This is for free, Jim."
She kissed me again. Our tongues did their little dance once more. I enjoyed the sensations, savoring her taste.
I felt a tug on the zipper of my pants.
My eyes shot open.
"Is THIS what you want? I can tell that it's excited!" She continued to pull the zipper down. "If I suck you, will you give me back my clothes? Huh? I'll suck you today, and any other time you want to do it!"
My dick got even harder, if that was at all possible. It was straining against my boxers already. She already had the zipper open, and was starting to unbuckle my pants.
"Wait, Bobbie! No! Wait!" I couldn't believe I was hearing myself turn down a blow job from a gorgeous co-worker. My dick was incredulous as well, but remained hard, hoping against hope.
"Listen, Bobbie. I really want those clothes. I wasn't lying to you when I told you what they mean to me."
She was getting desperate. "What do you want? Do you want me to fuck you? I'll fuck you. C'mon, Jim!"
"No, Bobbie. We can't do that. Please, wait!" She looked at me. The tears started to well up in her eyes again.
"What?" she asked. Her whole face was about to explode into a cry.
"I have a compromise! I'll keep the clothes AND you can still wear them."
Her forehead crinkled in confusion. "Huh??? What are you talking about?"
"You want to buy back your clothes, right?"
She nodded, still very confused.
"Well, what if I rent them to you?"
"What do you mean, 'rent them?'" she asked, suddenly wary.
"Exactly what it sounds like. I keep ownership of these things," I said, tapping the bag. "And you get to wear them... for a price."
"What price?" she asked.
I thought for a moment. I closed my eyes, thinking of how to word this properly. I had done very well so far, and didn't want to fuck things up completely now.
"OK," I started. "I told you before that I wanted that outfit so that I could remember what happened today. I meant it. Whenever I see that outfit, I will remember today. I'll remember taking it off you, and I'll remember you kissing me." I stopped, not wanting to get into things that would embarrass her, but I had to continue.
"Now, you offered me oral sex, and even intercourse, 'as often as I want,' if I remember correctly."
She grimaced as I said this. I continued.
"Now, intercourse is TOTALLY out of the question. You told me when you first came in here that you didn't want to cheat on Henry, and I don't want you to cheat on him. You have my assurance on that."
She looked a little more relieved now.
"You still need something to wear tonight, and I don't want you to get in trouble with the police or with Henry, so, listen to my next proposal:
"First, I retain ownership, plain and simple. That outfit is MINE. I bought and paid for it. Agreed?"
She nodded her head. This didn't sound too bad. Yet.
"Next, you want to wear the outfit home, or Henry will know something is up. I don't want you to get in trouble. Still with me?"
Another nod.
"OK. I'll let you wear this outfit, which is mine now, home. I still want to be able to see that outfit. You can satisfy this requirement by simply wearing the same outfit... the EXACT SAME OUTFIT... once a week or every two weeks—sort of like how you do now"
She looked at me, surprised that I knew her dressing habits. It didn't really really hit her until then that I REALLY liked that outfit. This may be weird, but it didn't sound too bad yet. She nodded slightly.
I continued, "However, since the outfit is mine, every time you wear it, I retain the option, as the rightful owner of the outfit, to 'inspect' my property. To make sure it is in, um... good condition, of course." I winked a bit at her. She smiled back, self-consciously.
She then realized that she would have to undress... or be undressed... again. She wasn't nodding as much now.
She had a thought. "But... Don will be back in this office on Friday. We won't be able to do this again."
I smiled. She was actually considering the idea. I decided to continue.
"We can do it wherever it is most convenient for the both of us. Some place where we can have our privacy. It will be my responsibility to come up with an appropriate place, and you have to approve the location or offer another suitable location as an alternative. OK?"
She nodded again, still a bit unsure.
"And we now come to the rental fee..."
She was now really unsure. She didn't think of fees... just a little harmless undressing occasionally. "What do you mean by 'rental fee?'" she asked.
"Within the bounds of what we agreed to before, about you and I both not wanting you to cheat on Henry, you will grant me one wish each time I perform an 'inspection' on your outfit."
"One wish?"
"Something that you will agree to, within the bounds that I mentioned. A kiss, perhaps. A suck on your tit. Remember that you already offered to suck me before. Something that you and I agree to at the time."
"I have approval as to what you can wish?" she asked, still not quite trusting.
"Yes. If you don't approve of something, you can suggest something else, until we both agree on something. OK?"
"That doesn't sound too bad."
"OK. Final terms. We both know that this cannot go on perpetually. The outfit won't last forty or fifty years, for one thing." We both smiled at that. "So, let's just guarantee a rental period of three months, and we can renegotiate after that for a longer period."
"Renegotiate?" she asked.
"Yes. Things can change. I want us both to be able to think of better and different terms."
She nodded. It made sense.
"And, at the end of any three-month terms, you may cancel the rental contract completely by returning the outfit, and undergoing one final 'inspection,'" I said.
"You make it sound like a legal contract," she commented.
I nodded. "Well, as far as I am concerned, it's legally binding. I would expect that your pride and honor would make you live up to your end of the deal."
"OK. You have a deal, Jim," she said.
"One more thing. Our friendship remains. Despite this rental agreement, and any other future agreements, we both must agree to remain friends, or else this contract is terminated right here and now. I don't want to lose your friendship, which I cherish more than anything else."
"Awww, Jim," she cooed. "You are so sweet. It's a deal, then!"
"Deal it is," I responded. I automatically offered a handshake to seal the deal.
"No handshake, buster!" She smiled at me. "Let's seal this with a kiss!"
I smiled.
She said, "Close your eyes, Jim!"
I closed my eyes, expecting her lips to meet mine, and our tongues to resume their wicked dance. My lips were already parted. All of a sudden, I felt a warm tickle on my lips, and I puckered up, expecting to give her another kiss.
I was surprised to find something else there... a nipple. I opened my mouth a bit more, and started playing with the nipple with my tongue. I could feel her chest move with each breath she took.
I felt another stirring in my loins. My eyes were still closed, and I was basking in all the sensations once more. This was heaven.
Her nipple left my mouth, leaving my mouth puckering for more.
I kept my eyes closed, trying to remember each an every taste and all the sensations.
Then I felt her hand surround my cock. I didn't remember my cock being out... did she pull it out while I was sucking on her breast?
A new... warm... feeling wrapped around my cock. It was exquisite. My dick felt wonderful... more wonderful than it had ever felt before.
I felt her hair against my thighs as her head bobbed up and down, sending wonderful chills throughout my body.
A stirring started in my loins, and I realized that I didn't have too long to go. I didn't know if she wanted me to cum in her mouth... and I was too mesmerized by the experience to get a word out.
She seemed to know what was cumming... and she increased her tempo, sucking deeper and harder. I erupted into her mouth. I wasn't watching to see if she had swallowed it all; I promise you that it really didn't matter at the time.
I must have passed out from the sensation, since the next thing I know, I saw a goddess wearing a lovely white (with black and red check stripes) jump suit and sandals.
"Wake up, Jim!" She shook my shoulder.
I was on the love seat... how did I get from the swivel chair to there?
I glanced at my watch. It was about 6 PM. I couldn't remember anything past about 5:20 PM.
She gave me a small kiss. I cringed inwardly, suddenly remembering that she had swallowed my jism before, but gave her a tongue in return. I didn't taste anything different... just Bobbie. Her tongue waved bye-bye to my tongue.
"See ya tomorrow," she said, as she unlocked the door and left the office, shutting the door behind her.
I saw the grocery bag still on the desk, and went around the desk to return it to Don's drawer. There was something still inside it. I reached in, and found her panties and bra, as well as a note:
Dear Jim,
I still think you are the sweetest man that I've ever met. Keep these as souvenirs.
You can pay a visit to your new purchase next Tuesday.
Love, Bobbie
I smiled, and put them all back into the bag, folded it up.
I walked out of the office and turned into the hallway that led to the elevator. Bobbie was just entering the elevator car. She held the "door open" button for me, and I ran to catch it.
The car was empty, as it usually is on a weekday evening. And it was notoriously slow making its nine floor crawl to the main lobby.
She had a cold look in her eyes. She said, with a stern warning in her voice which made my heart sink.
"Jim, if I EVERY catch you alone with me again..." she started, "I'll SCREAM if I don't feel your hands on my tits, ass, or pussy within ten seconds. Nine. Eight..."
It took another couple of seconds for what she said to completely register. I grabbed her ass with my left hand, and her left tit with my right hand. She started kissing me while rubbing my once-again hardening member. I counted the rings as the elevator passed the seventh floor... sixth...
We were both hot and bothered by the time the second floor bell rang. We rearranged ourselves just in time for the doors to open in the main lobby, where a security guard, looking bored, was sitting, waiting for us to sign out.
She signed first, and as I picked up the pen, she called back to me. "See ya tomorrow, Jim. And remember our project on Tuesday."
I would love to be able to say that we stuck to that "rental agreement" for the next few years, but that would be a lie.
When I met Bobbie the next Tuesday, I was surprised during my "inspection" that she was wearing the jump suit and sandals, and nothing else. Bobbie told me that since I still had possession of her panties and bra, she felt that it would be "going against the spirit of the agreement" for her to wear other ones.
Our rental agreement did last for the first three month period, and we both enthusiastically agreed to another three-month extension.
However, just a month into the second rental period, I was given a great job offer at another company that I couldn't turn down. It was very hard deciding between the better pay and benefits, versus the "special benefits" I was earning with Bobbie, but in the end, even Don, my boss, urged me to take the other job... it was just a better milestone in my career path.
In keeping with our agreement, my "wishes" during this period were usually pretty simple... a kiss (my tongue had a longing for hers)... a massage (sometimes she was receiving, sometimes it was me)... a relaxing suck on her breasts. Occasionally, she would veto a request, and instead make me agree to oral sex (both giving and receiving), and the last time before I moved to my other job, we "said our farewells" with a classic sixty-nine.
I did see Bobbie after that. I paid the old office a visit once or twice, and even though I never had planned or announced any of those visits in advance, each time I visited, Bobbie was wearing that same jump suit and sandals. And she'd insist on having lunch with me, and asking, no... demanding me... to "inspect" her—once in a semi-public place—and I must tell you that she was never caught wearing any underwear ever.
When we talked, I knew that Bobbie and Henry's marriage was still going strong. She had a profound love for him, even though she seemed to have an equally profound lust for little ol' me.
I never really had any girl friends, devoting most of my time to work. I had found an accountant that help me invest most of my savings into good investments, mostly in tech and software stocks, which gave me an unbelievable rate of return... I figure that I will be able to retire in luxury at the age of forty-five... unless I still feel like working!
I received Christmas cards from Henry and Bobbie every year without fail (even though I never send them out myself). Bobbie always wrote about the things that were happening in her life, and usually put in some cryptic message about our rental agreement. I wondered if Henry ever knew what she was talking about.
A couple of years ago in May, I received a card in the mail from Bobbie. I was surprised, it not being Christmas season. It was a simple card telling me that Henry had passed away after his second heart operation, and wondering if I could pay my last respects to him. His funeral was only a couple of days away.
I was shocked. Bobbie had never told me anything about Henry's declining health, and it made her coy sexual references in her recent Christmas cards seem rather callous. But despite that, I really wanted to see Bobbie again; I had only met Henry once or twice before, but never after we started our rental agreement.
When I got to the funeral home, I saw Bobbie, dressed in a black suit (I must admit to you that I had fantasized that she'd be wearing that white jump suit the the check lines... ). She talking with some friends or relatives. I walked up to her and offered her a handshake in consolation, but she grabbed my hand and turned it into a kiss (even poking at my lips with her tongue). I was shocked at this display at her husband's wake!
I broke off the kiss, and she smiled at me. I saw Sam, a person I knew from the old office, and made some small talk with him. Apparently, Sam had known of Henry's failing health. Bobbie came over, and took Sam away, talking about something or another.
I was feeling out of place, and a bit guilty. Bobbie came over, and clasped my hand like an old friend. She quickly reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out another card that had my name on it. She asked me to read it while she attended to her other guests.
The handwriting wasn't Bobbie's. I opened up the letter, and read:
Dear Jim,
My wonderful Bobbie has told me all about you. She is a wonderful doll, and a joy to be with, as you must know, yourself.
You see, the day that she arrived home late from work, she told me all about her financial arrangement with you. She wanted to borrow money from you, but you wouldn't hear of it and offered to give it to her free and clear. She also told me that she could not take something for nothing, and then explained about the rather unique purchase/sale and your equally interesting rental agreement. I must say, her description of what happened got me excited and we had the most wonderful sex we had ever had. I won't bore you with the details, though.
She was also very forthcoming about each of your little rendezvous ever since. I knew whenever she wore that outfit that I was going to be in for some hot times that night. Apparently you have never failed her—or me!
I know that I am in ill health, and the doctors haven't given me that much longer to live. I just wanted to let you know that I have appreciated everything that you have done for Bobbie, and that you had done some wonderful things for me as well!
Fondest wishes, Henry
I was stunned, to say the least. I stood up to visit the casket, and pay my last respects to this interesting man. I knelt at the casket, and found myself at a complete loss for words. There were tears in my eyes.
I was aware of somebody else next to me. I didn't look, but in just a few minutes, I recognized Bobbie's memorable perfume. I heard her say, in just a whisper, "Here he is, Hank. Now he knows that he made the both of us very happy."
I was too dumb struck to say anything, so I got up silently and left.
I attended his funeral the next day, staying in the back and keeping a low profile. I decided to not go to the cemetery.
A few months later, I received a registered letter for me from some attorneys whose names I didn't recognize. In the letter, they asked me to contact them about an inheritance.
I thought this was a scam, but the registered letter looked official. I looked up the attorneys' names in the phone book. They had a listing, but there was no large advertisement. I was still a bit unsure when I got the great idea to call my accountant at home (I was a rather profitable customer, so I was afforded those kinds of luxuries). Yes, my accountant had heard of them. They were a very high-brow partnership, usually dealing in personal matters.
I decided to call the number. I was a bit surprised when the lady at the other end answered by telling me my full name by way of a greeting (even including my middle name, which I no longer use).
"That would be me," I answered.
"I have an unusual bequest here from an inheritance. I am supposed to read this bequest to you. I can do this on the phone if you will verify your identity to me," said the lady at the other end of the phone. "Alternatively, I can visit your house to read it to you in person, or if you would prefer, you can visit our offices and I can read it to you there."
"I have not had a relative die recently. This cannot be about me," I answered.
"I assure you that it is, if your full name is———-," she answered, giving my full name again.
"That is my name, but I am not aware what you are talking about."
"It says here that you will understand when you hear the bequest," she answered.
"OK. Who is my benefactor?" I asked.
"I'm afraid that I am not at liberty to tell you that. In fact, this part of the will was appended as a special codicil that was specifically requested not be made public to anybody except the beneficiary, which would be you, and the executor of the will, which would be me," she replied. "I can also assure you that this codicil does not in any way enhance nor negate the remaining value of the estate, so it will not be challenged."
I decided that I'd play along. Who knows what would happen?
"Thank you. The bequest states: 'To the one person that offered me and my family money without any strings attached, and from whom I refused that offer, I leave a rental property, for him to do with as he chooses. He will know what I am referring to,'" the lady quoted.
"Is that it?" I asked.
"Well, sir, the rental property in question has no liens on it, and it comes with no strings attached. You do not need to do anything if you wish to exercise your claim. If you do not wish to exercise your claim, the property becomes available to anybody interested, with no income or penalties to be assessed to the estate or the beneficiary."
It still sounded like a scam. Offering somebody something, but not telling him what it is. People like me with lots of money tend to get these sorts of 'proposals' all the time. 'Just send some money and get your inheritance.' It's too good to be true. Only, I didn't hear the request for money yet.
"Is that all? Nothing else?" I asked.
"Yes, sir. You will receive no more communications from me or the estate whether or not you wish to exercise your claim," she said. "You will be informed shortly on how to exercise your claim, if you so desire."
"Well, thank you very much. I'm sure you have made somebody's day," I told her in a slightly annoyed voice. I didn't want to play any games, really.
I hung up the phone.
If this was not a joke, and there was real property involved, I'd eventually put my accountant onto it. He'd either sell it if it wasn't a good deal, or keep it. Either way, it was no bother to me.
I started to walk to the kitchen. Just at that moment, I heard the door bell ring.
I opened the door, and there was Bobbie, in that wonderful jump suit.
"Hi, Jim. I was told to deliver to you the rental property in question." She looked down at her jump suit and then flashed her pretty blue eyes at me.
She's been living with me ever since. It was as wonderful as the old days, and even better... since we are able to do just about anything and still keep our agreement "to not cheat on Henry."
** THE END **
Hope you enjoyed this—JiMC