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Visitor (MF, affair)
by The Gentleman (gentlemansir@aol.com)
(c) 7/00
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Please, Comments are welcome.
Libby Esterbrook sat squirming in her chair, chewing on the cap of her
pen, as she poured through the large pile of prospectus she had
gathered for her new client. She knew she had the deal of a lifetime
within her grasp, if only she could put together the right package.
The 27-year-old investment banker, was by far the sales leader for
this region. With a zeal that bordered obsession, fifty to sixty hour
weeks were her choice. What she wanted more than anything was to be
the corporate sales leader not just regional. She was going to make
her mark not only on this corporation, but in the field of investment
banking as well.
"I have to get more information on their expansion plans!" she
whispered aloud to herself, as she quickly glanced at her desk clock.
"Damn! it's seven-thirty" she cursed herself for not realizing earlier
when the Corporation's offices were open. She raised her arms above
her head, stretching her naturally lithe torso and removed the clip
holding her long strawberry blonde hair in a tight bun. Shaking her
head, she allowed her hair to flow across her shoulders and back,
presenting a warm beckoning, contrast to the navy blue blazer which
almost appeared to be the uniform of her profession.
Springing from her chair, she grabbed the empty coffee cup at the end
of the desk and made way for the coffee room. She was desperately
hoping that at least some of the coffee she had made nearly two hours
before, remained.
Karl Mahan involuntarily whispered "Oh, my!" as Libby whisk past his
office door on her mission to the coffee room. The thirty year old
accountant had fantasized about wrapping himself around her near
perfect body, countless times and always fought his desire to stare
every time they were in a meeting together. Her five foot ten inch
frame was constructed like that of an active athlete and the round
form of her butt and well toned shape of her legs had caught the
attention of more men than he'd care to think about.
He was still daydreaming about her near perfection as she flew past
his doorway on her return trip, not even noticing that he was still in
the office. He closed the clasps of his briefcase and picked up the
evening paper as he prepared to head out for some fast dinner and a
well-deserved early soak in the hot tub.
Karl went around the office checking that all the doors were locked
and everything but the coffeepot was as it should be, before he left.
He knew full well that Libby would be there well into the evening. He
couldn't help but feel that it was such a waste that a woman who
looked like that, seemed to have no life, no friends, and worst of
all, no one to enjoy her beauty. He paused in her doorway just taking
in the tantalizing sight, as she sat at her desk intensely reading,
oblivious to his presence.
"Libby" he started, "I've checked the doors and turned everything off
except the coffee pot. Remember to set the alarm before you go, OK?"
Libby glanced from her report and, answered mechanically "eh, Ok.
Thanks Karl" and then dove back into the statistics of one of her
prime target's financials. She had removed her blazer and her nipples
were quite apparent through the sheer bra and the relatively low cut,
lavender silk blouse that had caught his eye earlier. "Gawd, I love
air conditioning!" he muttered to himself as he turned and walked out
the front door, locking it behind him.
He sat in the parking lot for a moment, savoring the vision of her as
he thought to himself how sweet she was "but Oh so driven". It seemed
to him, a strange combination of traits. But, she rarely even noticed
him "so why even think about it" he mumbled to himself. "Ah, well" he
thought, and drove off to feed his now complaining stomach.
Libby ran he fingers through her hair as she again stretched, arching
her back nearly popping the button on her blouse as her full, firm
breasts labored against the taut silk. She was only faintly aware of a
sweet yet musky odor, which she had never smelled before but found
pleasant and very soothing. As she reached for her coffee cup, she
felt altogether too confined by her business attire.
Turning her chair, she stood, reached under her skirt, and rolled down
her panty hose, removed them and placed them in her purse. "Ah! That's
better!" she said as she lowered her hips back into the chair,
crossing her legs beneath her. Though this maneuver had hiked her
skirt up nearly to her waist, exposing nearly all of her lavender
colored silk panties and her firm, developed lower body, "Who's going
to see me?" she thought and flipped back to the page she had been
reading.
Preoccupied, she softly ran her finger back and forth across her
nipple as she turned the page. It wasn't long before she began to find
her concentration waning. Her mind kept wandering as more basal
thoughts crept into her consciousness. It was as if a fog was clouding
her mind and she fought to focus and shake it off.
She suddenly became aware of a warm tingling sensation in her abdomen
and she nearly jumped from the seat as she brushed her nipple against
the desk while reaching for her cup. Shifting her position, she placed
her hand between her legs and was surprised to find that she was wet,
Very wet and very aroused. She instinctively caressed herself as she
tried to clear the fog from her mind. The "foggy" feeling concerned
her. "I've gotten plenty of sleep!? Why do I feel like this?"
The foggy feeling reminded her of surgery she had on her foot. Coming
out of the anesthesia, not quite awake and not quite asleep. Though
her mind became more and more entwined in the fog, her body was a
raging mass of sexual energy. Very aroused and looking for relief
from it's tension. While her right hand gently massaged her mound, her
left unbuttoned her blouse and released the closure of her bra. She
began to squeeze and pull her erect nipples and knead her firm, ample
breasts. Eyes closed, her head slowly fell back and her flowing
strawberry blonde hair hung low on the back of the desk chair as her
body sought its expression. She was filled with wonderful sensation
and unbridled animal lust.
A sound from outside her office broke her concentration. Libby
sluggishly lifter herself from the chair and moved to the door as she
pulled down and straightened her skirt. Groping for the buttons of her
blouse, she called " Karl, is that you?" Having lost all sense of time
she looked at the clock and realized that it was nearly eleven
O'clock. "Karl?" She asked again, somewhat timidly this time. A
movement and form caught her attention a she centered herself in the
doorway. For a split second, sheer terror screamed through the fog in
her mind. Suddenly, as if a flashbulb had gone off in her brain,
silence. She could only get out the words: "Who are you? What are y."
her words remained unfinished.
The scent of sweet musk hung heavy in the air and she inhaled it
deeply. She could not move and, for a reason she could not understand,
did not want to.
From the shadow, a strong arm reached around her waist and pulled her
against its body. She felt the hard, firm body press against her
nipples and soft lips caress her neck as her head swayed gently. A
hand slid beneath her skirt, lifting it and then grasping the band of
her panties as they were pulled from her firm, supple buttocks.
Through her confusion she felt fear mixed with longing. Her eyes took
in all, but her mind commanded little control. Only her animal drive
remained in focus and grew in intensity by the moment. Her body was
now in full control and it knew only desire.
It was as if she were watching from the fog. She was partially
cognizant of what was occurring but had no desire to change it. She
was completely captive of the intense stirrings of her carnal passion.
She felt warm breath on her chest as a course tongue flicked at her
nipple then softly sucked it into its mouth. She felt the hardness of
a man slid back and forth against the opening of her seething slit.
Her urges overcame her.
Eye to eye, she locked her hands behind his neck and pulled herself
against his solid form. Canting her pelvis, she pushed him into her
with one movement. "Oh, God!" she squealed as his massive organ filled
her. His hips thrust it deeply inside her and she knew he was much too
big but pulled him to her just the same. Again and again she pulled
him to her as his firm hands held her suspended in air and his phallus
impaled her striking her cervix with each thrust. She felt as if she
were going to split in half, but wanted nothing more in the whole
universe, at that moment.
With the sweep of an arm, the massive form had cleared the top of her
desk and set her upon it. Her arms scarcely able to hold on, now
relaxed and fell back over her head as the thrusts continued. Her
breasts bounced unmercifully as she felt unbelievable waves of
pleasure pulse through her. She could hear herself screaming but it
was as if it were someone else.
She lurched almost sitting up, seeing stars as she felt him pump load
after load of hot fluid deeply into her. It seemed as if he'd never
stop. She could feel movement inside her as if his seaman were one
mass, going deeper and deeper into the recesses of her body. His
thrusting had stopped but the incredibly, intense, waves had begun
again and overcame her. Her body jerked and writhed spasmodically as
darkness closed in around her. "The eyes!" she thought "His eyes!" as
darkness closed in and overtook her.
Karl pulled into the parking lot at six-fifteen nearly an hour earlier
than he normally came to work. While he had made every effort to relax
the night before, he felt compelled to finish several of the projects
that had been hanging over his head for months.
Immediately upon pulling into the lot, he saw Libby's car there before
him. He laughed to himself. "That girl lives this job! Hell, I'll bet
she's been here al night!" Only half kidding, he decided that he was
going to try to charm her with some witty comment about needing a
vacation. His mind replayed the picture of her lavender blouse and
erect nipples of the night before. He replayed the picture of her
bright green eyes highlighted by her shiny, strawberry blonde hair.
Inserting his ID into the access reader, He chastised himself for even
thinking about her like this. "Why bother?" he thought, "The only
thing in her world is work!" The door closed behind him and an
immediate sense of foreboding seized his conciseness. "Libby!?!?" he
called her with urgency. He walked directly to her office.
The sight that awaited him was like nothing he had ever seen or could
be prepared for. "SHIT!!!!!" was the only word he could utter as real
fear gripped his heart. He immediately froze in his tracks.
There, on the top of her mahogany desktop, lay Libby. Sprawled as if a
rag doll, thrown there by an uncaring child. From her waist down, she
was laying on her right hip with her left leg over the top of the
right. Her skirt was almost rolled up around her waist. Her arms were
at right angles from her torso and fully extended, hanging over the
sided of the desk. Her right cheek lay on the desk with her hair
fanned out framing her head. Both her breasts lay bare with her silk
shirt hanging only over her right shoulder.
"Oh my god!" Karl's voiced returned as he rushed to the back of the
desk. "Libby!" he called her. "Libby!!" raising his voice and lifting
her head toward him. He brushed her hair from her face and tried to
feel for her pulse. The sight of her breasts slowly rising and
falling, gave him at least some relief from his near panicked state.
"Libby!" he called her again. She lay limp as a dishrag and
unconscious. He cursed himself as he thought to himself how beautiful
her breasts and hips were, even in this condition. His eyes locked as
he realized there was a large puddle of fluid beneath her hips. The
fluid was seeping from her beautiful slit and covered the inside of
both thighs.
It looked strange. There was so much of it and it had a opaque, light
blue appearance. He cleared his mind and looked around the debris of
the room looking for her phone. Karl caught sight of the phone cord
and followed it to a pile of papers near his feet. Gently laying her
head back on the desk, he grabbed the phone and quickly dialed 911.
Stuttering and stammering, he blurted out "I need an ambulance and the
Police! My friend's been hurt!" That was the best he could do at the
moment. After giving the address and one more disjointed attempt at
telling the dispatcher what was wrong, he hung up the phone and called
to Libby again.
"Libby!?" he held her head and tried to wake her. He didn't know why
himself but he bent down and kissed her passionately on the lips. "OK,
so much for the frog approach" he laughed at himself while feeling a
twinge of shame for taking advantage of the situation. Her body
remained limp and her breathing slow and constant. He couldn't resist
the urge to caress her bare, heaving breasts. He gently brushed his
hand over her nipple, which reacted, immediately to his touch. He
stood spellbound as it hardened and grew to nearly a half inch in
length. He gently pulled at it as he felt himself developing an
incredible erection.
The sound of the door opening broke the spell. "Who's there?" he
shouted! "Well, it's me, Emma!" came the abrupt reply. Before he
could say another word, The Administrative Assistant stuck her head in
the door and let loose with a hysterical scream.
"Emma!" Karl shouted in a firm commanding voice. "I've called the
Police and Ambulance. Go out by the door and let them in when they
arrive!" Without a word she leapt for the front door. Gathering his
wits about him, Karl took off his sport coat and covered Libby's body
as best he could, trying to keep it out of the liquid seeping from
her.
Seconds later her heard the door open and Emma say they're in there.
Karl could hear Police radios squawking as a young female Police
Sergeant entered the room, the EMS crew right behind her.
Sara James was normally not in uniform but served as one of the
Departments five detectives. As fate would have it, today she was
pressed into patrol duty due to a wedding in which a large portion of
her department was involved. With seven years of street experience,
the sight before her stunned even her. She held the EMS team at bay as
she lifted the jacket from Libby's body. "Who found her?" she asked
quickly. Karl replied "I did" conveying depression in his voice. "You
found her like this?" Sara shot back. " Yes, but I covered her with my
coat" Karl answered with the same despondent tone. "Come over here,
out side of the room" she commanded to Karl. As he did, the EMS team
rushed into the room.
Sara clicked on her recorder as she began to ask Karl the barrage of
background questions. The who, what, when, where, why, and hows seemed
to go on forever. Sara thought to her self as she went down the
mental list of questions, "What is that aroma?"
The EMS crew was loading Libby onto the cot as she finished the hows.
"We're going to University" the lead Paramedic yelled to Sara as they
pushed the cot through the doorway. Facing Karl she ordered, "Stay
right here for a second!" as she headed to her car for the evidence
kit. She had called the coroner's office for the crime scene work but,
wanted to get started herself.
Sara reentered the office with her gloves and several vials. She
immediately filled one of the vials with the opaque fluid noting the
volume of it present. "Well, lets get two" she thought to herself
placing both of the samples in the tray. She was starting to feel a
bit groggy and shook her head sharply to clear her thoughts.
Strangely, she became aware that she was becoming aroused and the
thought of the beautiful young woman lying on the desk was frozen in
her mind. After collecting several more samples, she heard the crime
scene technicians entering the office. "I need an 'EVERYTHING' workup
guys" she instructed as they entered the room. She grabbed up her kit
and gave way to the technicians.
Returning her attention to Karl, she looked straight into his eyes and
asked, "You're not planning to go anywhere real soon are you?" She
looked away for just the slightest moment as she felt her arousal
again. "No, I'm not!" Karl shot back, with no little tone of
irritation. " I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it that way" She
answered with an almost motherly voice. "OK, I'll be in touch, soon".
"I want to go to the Hospital" Karl blurted as she turned to leave.
Sara turned to face him, looking directly into his eyes. She sensed
his genuine concern and could clearly see he had feelings for the
woman. "OK", she said softly, "you can go with me".
She unlocked the passenger door and opened the rear driver's side,
placing the kit on the seat. She wanted to check the samples again
before they left. Opening the box she noticed that one of the vials
had fallen and the fluid had spilled into the tray. She recapped it
and thought to herself, "I'll clean up the tray later" She wiped her
hand with a towelet from the kit and got into the driver's seat.
Karl squirmed in the seat partially embarrassed and trying to conceal
the raging hard on he had suddenly acquired since he'd gotten in the
car. Sara shook her head sharply trying to clear her mind as her
grogginess began to return. She also shifted in her seat trying to
hide the wet spot rapidly growing between her legs. "Why does this guy
turn me on like this!?" she asked herself as she drove through the end
of rush hour traffic. "There's that smell again" she thought. "What is
it?" Sara compassionately placed her hand on Karl's as they drove.
"She'll be OK, I'm sure of it" she told him. But her touch was
electric. She felt more than compassion for him at that moment and he
felt it too.
She quickly broke eye contact and opened the window to allow fresh air
to help her regain control. Karl stared at her face and the honey
blonde hair she wore tightly tied. He watched her breath as her
breasts moved gently in the confines of her uniform. It struck him
that she wasn't wearing a vest and from his perspective, he was glad.
"This lady is a beauty!" he thought as he reached to reposition
himself, hoping that she didn't see.
She did, and her own glands were driving her to the point of
distraction! She was getting foggier by the second. She had to pull
over and she took the first opportunity, pulling into a parking lot
behind a garage. "What's wrong?" Karl ask immediately. "I don't know!"
she answered turning toward him. Shaking her head violently to clear
her senses and make some sense of the rampant sexual craving that was
fast overtaking her. She reached and unhooked the seat belt. Her head
swaying, she instinctively reached for Karl. He grabbed her head in
his hands, looking directly into her eyes. They were both out of
control and that touch was all that was needed to push them both over
the edge.