Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Big Fantasy She can feel Sean's eyes on her from across the room. Her breath catches in her throat. Would tonight be the night? She smiles to herself in anticipation. The first day on the job, she couldn't believe her luck. He was so hot, had such a magnificent body. She could see the muscles rippling in his arms every time he had to reach across the desk. He was her boss, but it didn't matter. Until she was ready to go out on her own, he was going to be sitting by her side every day. She could feel herself blushing, her pussy getting wet as she thought of the innocent glances, the way his hand touched hers when she handed him the pen, the way she touched his thigh to get his attention when she had a question... little things like that. Any normal woman will look at a hotty like him and wonder what he looks like with his clothes off. Would they have ever started the affair if they hadn't been laughing over that stupid magazine article? It was a slow night, the phones hardly ringing at all. Everyone else was wrapped up in their own work and not paying attention to them. He was reading a magazine, some article, like "How to Know When Women Want It" or something dumb like that. They were chuckling over each item, until he came to number 12. He pointed and laughed, then showed it to her. "If she touches your arm, she wants you. If she touches your leg, she wants you tonight." She could feel herself turning scarlet. Oh My God!!!!!, she thought. She could tell her thoughts were written all over her face. Bottom line... if he wanted her, he could have her. All he had to do was say the word. And now he knew it, without a doubt. She knew he was married. And so was she. A girl can dream, can't she? And boy, had she been dreaming about what it would be like to get her hands on him. She excuses herself, goes to the ladies room, cursing quietly. He's just playing with you, she tells herself. There is No Way he wants that. No. Way. "Are you okay?" he asks after she returns. She clears her throat nervously. She has never been put in this position. She was married, and had never cheated before. "Uh..." She says cleverly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little... ummm... disturbed." "Disturbed!" he exclaims. "Boy, that's insulting." "No, no, I didn't mean it that way. I mean, I'm a little... uhhh... disturbed..." Disturbed by what??, she thinks. That you think he's hot, that all you can think about is how you want to get your hands on that hard body, run your fingers through his hair? Or disturbed because your innermost feelings were out there on the table, for him to step all over??? Her head is spinning, her eyes blurring. "Uh... how about distracted. Yeah, distracted!" Good cover. "Distracted, huh?" he says, looking at her with those beautiful brown eyes. "Well, put yourself in my shoes! You basically know what's going on in my head already. I'm kind of at a loss for words." He leaves it at that, until it was time to go. She sees him writing on a piece of paper, which he hands to her as he walks out the door. She opens it slowly. "How do you know the answer to the question if you don't ask?" Such a simple sentence, with so much meaning. Her stomach flops. She folds it and slips it into her pocket. She goes outside and takes a deep breath. Her cel phone rings. The caller I.D. shows that it's Sean. "Yes?" She says coolly. Calmly. She gets into her car and drives away from the building. "Don't get all stressed out about this," he says calmly. "Okaaaayyy...." She says. She's thinking, Yeah, RIGHT! "Just, you know, letting you know that this is an option that I'm willing to persue." How could he be so calm??? She was freaking out. "Okaaaayyy...." "What do you think?" he asks. "I don't know. This is new territory for me," She says. She's shaking, driving with one hand, cel phone glued to her ear. "Yes, I know. Just... you know... think about it." "Okaaaayyy...." She was thinking about it! She had been thinking about it for a while! It had been making her wet on a daily basis, ever since they had met. She shakes her head. "Are we really having this conversation? Because I'm a little tired, and, well, I have a very vivid imagination. I could be imagining it." "No, this is real." That's what she was afraid of. She decides to go for broke. What the hell!! If nothing else, she'd be left with a few good fantasies and leave it at that. She takes a deep breath and speaks: "Well, I sure wish you had brought this up the other day during lunch, because we sure as hell wouldn't have discussed the quarterly report!" She says. "Really!!" Pause. "Where are you now?" "Almost to First street," She says, scanning road signs. "Meet me at the parking structure on First and Main," he says, then disconnects. She pulls into the first parking spot she sees. She is shaking. She's terrified. What the HELL was she doing??? She sees him pull in to the spot next to hers. He reaches over and unlocks the passenger side door. She gets out of her car and gets into his. "So..." he says. "So." She says. They look at each other. "So, what did you have in mind?" he asks, looking directly into her eyes, something he rarely does at work. She looks away, embarrassed. "I don't really know. I don't know what I am doing here," she says honestly. "I guess, then, you can just think about it. Think about what you want." She looks back at him, directly at him. "Oh, I have been. For a while now. But like I said, this is new territory for me. I've never done anything like this before." She's shaking. In anticipation? In terror? Both. "What are you thinking?" he asks. "I can tell you what I'm thinking." He puts a hand on her thigh. Moves it up a little, towards her soaking pussy. She sits there and shakes. She looks away nervously. He takes his hand away, and she is disappointed. "I'm thinking, what should I do? Should I leave her alone? Should I touch her again? If I do, will I offend her?" "I'm thinking the same thing. But I'm terrified!" The tension in the air is thick. He puts his hand back on her thigh. "Offended?" "Nooo....." He moves his hand higher. Wiggles his fingers. "How about now?" "No. Just terrified." He moves his hand still higher. Very close now... any higher and he will be able to feel her wetness through her thin pants. She's still shaking. "How about now?" She sighs. "Nothing you do would offend me. But I'm still terrified." He takes his hand away. They both sit there, involved in their personal thoughts. Her head is spinning. "Think about it. Let me know." She gets out of his car, gets into hers, starts the motor. Her phone rings. It's Sean. Her stomach does a slow roll. "Yes?" She answers. "You know, you don't have to feel guilty. We didn't do anything for you to feel guilty about." He is matter-of-fact. "I know," she says. "I just have a lot to think about. At the very least, you've given me something to fantasize about tonight when I get home. I'll call you when I've made a decision." "Okay. Just let me know." Pause. "And, by the way, you can always touch me. I won't be offended." And with that, he disconnects. She goes home, can't eat dinner... husband is out of town *again*... her mind is full from the earlier conversation... she can't concentrate on anything else. She goes to bed... and still all she can think about is Sean, his hand on her thigh, the way he makes her feel, and her pussy is so wet... she touches her clit, rubbing... rubbing... her fingers are slippery with her love juices... she hasn't been this turned on in a long time... rubbing... fingers going inside, touching that special place that feels sooo good... Thinking of Sean... oh yes... she moans softly as she starts to come. She opens her eyes, stares at the ceiling. She is startled by the intensity of her orgasm. She rolls over, closes her eyes, and has a less-than-restful sleep, her mind still filled with thoughts of him. * * * * * The past few days have been a blur. All she can think about is their conversation, their secret conversation that took place inside the parking structure. She hasn't told anyone, *can't* tell anyone. It's Wednesday. Her husband is still out of town. She's been thinking of nothing else for the past two days. She makes a decision. She calls Sean. "Are you still going to that meeting tonight?" she asks. "Yes, I'm leaving soon," he says. "Why?" "Well, I know it's up north, and, well, my house is right on your way. If you want to stop by. My husband isn't here. And I'd like to talk." "Hmmm. Very tempting." He pauses. "Okay, give me directions, and I'll let you know when I'm almost there." She smiles, her stomach doing flops. Her pussy is wet again. He makes her so hot! She gives him directions, and he'll be there soon. She can hardly wait. She lights some candles, dims the light. He calls her an hour later, he is right down the street. She directs him to a discrete parking spot, and he comes inside with her. They sit on the couch, close but not touching. She is shaking. She doesn't know what to expect. She doesn't know what she is doing. "So, what did you want to talk about?" he asks. "Just some guidelines." She takes a deep breath. "This is what I want. I want fun, I want excitement. No emotional shit, because I get enough of that in my 'real' life. Just some good sex." He looks at her, directly into her eyes. "Okay, I can handle that." "And, of course, this will not be something that will be discussed with anyone at work." "Of course not." He reaches for her hand, which is resting on the back of the sofa, places it on his thigh. "You can touch me. I won't be offended." Her fingers trail up and down his hard thigh. His hand is behind her back. "So," he says casually. "What did you have in mind for tonight?" "You know, I don't have the slightest idea. I just wanted to get you here, talk things out." She's still shaking. Scared, but not as bad as she thought she would be. He's so hot, he makes her so horny... She wonders what he'll do, what he has in mind... "Well, it might just be better if I just break the ice..." he leans in, cups the back of her head, kisses her... his lips are so soft... she can hardly believe it, she's in her own house, making out with a guy who isn't her husband... his hand is on her breast, it feels soooo good... her hands roam over his back, his flat, hard stomach... he pushes her back and is now lying between her legs, his hand under her shirt, cupping a breast... she is so wet and hot... his hand roams lower, touching the waistband of her pants, then goes back up to her breast... she's no longer shaking, but quivering with desire... He leans back, looks into her eyes, an intense look, one that he only gives her when they are alone. "Still terrified?" he asks. "Actually, no," she says, surprised. "I'm actually fine with this." She looks away. "That probably makes me a bad person." He smiles, and leans down to kiss her again. His hard, lean body feels so good on top of hers. She can feel his engorged cock against her thigh. He smells so good, feels so good. He's a great kisser and is really making her hot. She is disappointed when he leans back and looks at his watch. "I have to go." "I know," she says. They get up slowly. She walks behind him to the back door... but before he walks out, she grabs him by the hips. He stops and pulls his shirt out of his waistband, pulls her hands around his waist... she caresses his skin, his flat belly, his chest... she presses her forehead against his back and closes her eyes, relishing the feel of his hard body... they stand there, just touching... she is too shy to slip her hand down his waistband and grasp the cock that she knows is hard and wanting to be touched. He sighs. "I really have to go." She takes a deep breath and removes her hands. She walks him out to his car, shivering again, the cold night air on her rosy skin. "Get inside before you freeze." She goes in, reluctantly, wishing she could go to his window, kiss him goodbye. But this is her neighborhood, and someone might see. It was risky enough having him come there. Her cel starts ringing almost before she can get the door closed. It's Sean. Of course. They talk until he gets to his meeting. She'll see him tomorrow at work. She can hardly wait. * * * * * She can feel Sean's eyes on her from across the room. Her breath catches in her throat. Would tonight be the night? She smiles to herself in anticipation. Her pussy is wet, hot, ready. She was enjoying this way too much. Shamefully too much. Her mind was filled with thoughts of another man. Her husband returned from his business trip today. He didn't suspect anything, and that made her feel even worse. Not that she had anything to feel guilty about. A few kisses, that's all. Not really cheating. Not yet. A few clandestine meetings after work. He is very suspicious, won't meet with her unless there is absolutely no chance of their being caught. She doesn't mind the risk... that adds to her excitement. She will go anywhere, do anything with this man. It's been a long time since she's felt this way, hot and horny, ready to go whenever he says the word. They've haven't done anything but kiss and touch. She's still too shy to make any real moves. They exchange few words throughout the day. She doesn't want this affair to be obvious to anyone they work with. She looks at him across the room, their eyes meet. He knows what she's thinking. She wishes she knew what he was thinking. The workday is over, it's time to go home. Will tonight be the night? He's working out in the training room after work, just down the hall from the office. There's never anyone there this time of night, except him. You've fantasized about meeting him down there... you've told him about it in one of your late-night conversations. Maybe tonight... She leaves the building, puts her lunchbag in her car. Shuts the door. Starts the engine. Swears. Turns off the ignition, gets out. Goes back inside through the side door, so as not to be seen by anyone in the office. Walks down the long hallway to the ladies locker room, all the way through to the back door that goes into the training room. He sees her come in. Their eyes meet. He doesn't have to say a word. Neither does she. He walks over to her, pushes her back into the ladies locker room... he grabs the back of her head, forces her head back, kisses her savagely. Pushes her up against the lockers, the handle is digging into her back but she doesn't care! She moans... his other hand caresses a breast... his mouth trails down the side of her face to her neck, to that spot she told him about, the one that makes her weak in the knees. He sucks lightly, bites gently... her head whirls, her eyes blur. His hand leaves her neck, caressing a breast as it travels down, down... he pulls up her skirt... she moans, she knows what's coming. He eases her panties down, lifts her leg up, pushes it back against the wall. With his other hand, he reaches between her legs, rubbing her clit, feeling her hot, slippery juices... his fingers slip inside her, and she gasps... his mouth, still fastened on her neck, teases her as do his fingers... she grasps him to her as she starts to come, her hot cunt clamping down on his fingers... her eyes start tearing as the wave breaks over her, her forehead resting on his shoulder, panting, moaning, gasping for breath... his mouth continues to tease her neck as she throws her head back. Their mouths meet in a steamy kiss. He pulls back to look into her eyes, smiling at her, knowing how much pleasure she just received. His hand is soaked with her juices, and he brings it up to her mouth and she licks and sucks his fingers until they are dry. Her skirt falls back down, and she quickly puts her panties back on, just in case someone comes in. She knows that he needs a release just as much as she did. It was time to get over her nervousness. Her hands slide over his chest, down his belly... she enjoys touching him like this, he has such a fabulous body. Her hands snag the waistband of his shorts and she slips a hand inside. She grasps his hard cock... she wants to see it, to taste it. She pushes his shorts and boxers down and they fall to the floor around his ankles. She kneels down and takes her first look, then her first taste. He tastes good, he smells good. His hands rest on the top of her head, stroking her hair... she sucks, she licks, she rubs... he is getting harder, she can tell he's about to come. His breath is coming faster, encouraging her to greater effort... his hands fist in her hair and he groans softly as he starts to spurt... warm, salty... she takes in as much of him as she can and sucks, licks, sucks until he too is dry. She stands up, pulling his shorts up. He kisses her one last time, then goes out for his other workout. She leaves, sure that no one is the wiser about their brief encounter. She leaves the way she came, and drives home.