1 comments/ 28972 views/ 9 favorites Usability By: hjonesjr "Mike, since Ben is out sick we're going to need you to cover the customer visit in Omaha on Friday." My knee-jerk reaction is to suggest to Jim, my boss, that we just reschedule the visit so that Ben can make it, but I bite my tongue. Jim knows I hate to travel, but this is a very important account for our company and the customer is insisting on a visit so they can show us the problems they have been having with our software. Since I am the lead developer on the project and have the most knowledge of how it works, it only makes sense that I am the one to cover for Ben. Hoping my smile looks genuine, all I can say is, "Sure thing Jim." "And since we are going be observing how the customer uses our product, we're going to need someone from the usability team to accompany Mike on this visit." 'Anyone but Rob. Please don't let it be Rob', I think to myself. Jim turns to Katy, "Katy. I've talked to your manager, and since Rob is busy working on an important product launch, you'll be going with Mike on this visit." Katy is the perfect choice for the job. She is smart, articulate, and charming. Combine that with her natural beauty and you've got a serious weapon. Since the IT group we'll be working with at the customer is all men, having her there will be a huge asset. Who knows, by the end of the trip she may have them convinced the software is perfect as it is. I turn to look at Katy to see her reaction. Ken, who is sitting next to her, gives me a wink and a huge grin. Ken knows that I had a crush on Katy when she started with the company a few years back, so he takes any opportunity he can to tease me about it. I'm happily married, so I never acted on the crush. I just took every advantage I could to talk to Katy, and often fantasized what it would be like to be with her. Katy just smiles at Jim and says, "Sure thing Jim." I wonder if she's mocking me in some way by reusing my response to Jim. Or maybe she is like me and hates to travel. All I know is that the trip will be much more bearable with Katy helping out. "Okay. That's all I have. Mike. Katy. Meet me in my office so we can discuss the details of the trip." Ken catches me in the hallway as I'm headed from Jim's office back to my desk. "So, here's your big chance Mike. Are you gonna make the moves on Katy?" "Very funny Ken. You know I'm married, right?" "Hey man. You'll be in a different zip code, so you can do what you want and it doesn't count." "I don't think it works that way Ken, but I'll run it by Stephanie and see if she agrees." "You better make sure you thank Jim. He knows you have a thing for Katy, so I think he is doing you a favor sending just the two of you on this trip." "Whatever, Ken. It just worked out this way because Rob is already tied up." "Keep telling yourself that Mikey, but you know Jim's just looking out for you." As I walk back to my desk I can't help but wonder if Ken is onto something. Jim sits right across from Katy and he would always give me a big grin and a wink whenever I would visit her desk, which was quite often. No. Jim wouldn't do that. He knows I'm married. Heck. He used to hang out with Stephanie and me all the time when the three of us worked together years ago at a previous company. We had him over all the time for dinner and movies. Ken is delusional. This is strictly a business trip. ----------------- "Hey Stephanie, I'm home!" "Hey sweetie, I'm upstairs." After going through the junk mail on the counter I head upstairs and find Stephanie in our room doing her afternoon yoga. She's only a month away from 40, and she looks better now than she did at 30. She's become addicted to eating healthy and working out, and she must barely weigh 100 pounds now. Seeing her tight little ass in those yoga pants always turns me on, and she knows it. I just don't think she knows how much it turns me on. Only half joking I say, "We should have a quickie before the kids get home." "Oh yeah. Just what I want. The kids to walk in and find their parents going at it. That might scar them for life." "Yeah. You're probably right. It was worth a shot though." Changing the subject, I ask, "What are the plans for dinner tonight?" "I was thinking we could get takeout from that new Greek restaurant." "Sounds good to me. Oh. I almost forgot. I'm traveling to Omaha on Friday for a customer visit." "But you hate to travel. Couldn't you get out of it?" "Nope. This is an important customer, so Katy and I have to do our best to make sure they are taken care of." "Katy's going with you? Who else?" I can tell by her tone that I have to be careful with this one. I don't think Stephanie knows I had a crush on Katy, but she had met her at a company party and had commented on how beautiful she was. I've never given Stephanie a reason not to trust me, but any woman would have to be a little jealous knowing that their man was going to be traveling with a woman of Katy's caliber. "It's just going to be me and Katy. Rob is tied up on another project, so Katy's going this time." I can tell from her frown that she doesn't really like the idea. "How long are you going to be gone?" "We fly out Thursday afternoon at four and come back Friday afternoon. We'll be back home by nine." "Are you two sharing a room?" Wow. She is a little more jealous about this than I thought. This is totally not like Stephanie. I consider joking about it and saying yes, but something tells me that wouldn't be a wise move. "Of course not. Why would you ask something like that?" "C'mon. I've seen Katy, and I know you have a thing for blondes. Especially tall blondes with perfect boobs. I'm sorry if I seem jealous, but the thought of you spending the night with a 30 year old model has that effect on me." "Wow! Where is this coming from? You don't have anything to worry about. Besides, you know petite little redheads are more my thing," I say as I pull her toward me and kiss her. She smiles and says, "You know just what to say. But seriously, you better not be staying in the same room." "You have nothing to worry about. And just to be clear, she's 36 and she's not a model." "I don't care how old she is. I just know what you like." "You have nothing to worry about. Now let's go figure out what we're doing for dinner." ------------------- It's not very often that I get to travel first class, but thanks to Katy putting her assets to good use, she has managed to get us upgraded for our flight. I don't think it was luck that the only male ticket agent was the one who helped her, and it really worked to our advantage. "Katy, that was pretty impressive how you managed to get us the free upgrades. Do you always get what you want." "Usually," she says as she exaggeratedly bats her eyelashes and laughs. Even though she is joking when she does this, it's still effective. Her blues eyes hold my gaze for just a moment, and in that moment I feel like a helpless little boy. Like I would do anything this woman asked me to do. That's when I realize that Stephanie is right to be worried. Katy and I have worked on quite a few projects together at work and have talked at length about work-related and non-work-related topics. Never in any of those conversations have I ever experienced what I had just felt. Even when I had a crush on her when she first started with the company, I felt completely in control of the situation and would never do anything to jeopardize my marriage. Was that look she just gave me intentional, or was it just all in my mind? All I know is that I am going to have to be very careful on this trip. We just get seated when the flight attendant walks up. "What will you two be having to drink?" Knowing that I have to stay in complete control, there is no way I am ordering anything with alcohol. "I'll just have water." Katy looks surprised. "Really? We're in first class and you're just having water?" She looks up at the flight attendant, "What beers do you have?" "We have Sam Adams Lager, Coors Light, and Corona." "I'll have the Sam Adams." I never pictured Katy to be a beer drinker. Of course, it's not something I had ever put any thought into, but I'm still surprised by her order. I would have expected her to order a wine before beer. "I'm surprised you ordered beer. Someone as fit as you I pictured more as a wine drinker." Crap. What am I saying? Just mentioning that she is fit makes it sound like I was checking her out, or being overly complementary. Hopefully she doesn't think I'm hitting on her. That is not what I was intending with that comment. "You think I'm fit?" she asks with an amused grin. "Are you trying to score points through flattery?" I can feel my face growing hot with embarrassment. "No. That's not what I meant. I was just surprised to find out that that you're a beer drinker." "I know. I'm just teasing you," she says while poking me in the ribs. "You need to lighten up a bit." She pokes me again a couple more times, "Wow! You're pretty fit yourself. Do you stay that way by drinking water?" Even though my job is that of a computer nerd, I'm not your typical nerd. I've always been athletic and workout regularly to keep myself in shape. I'm proud of my body, but I'm still pretty shy when it comes to showing it off, so I could feel my face growing even hotter. I must be bright red. "No. I drink. I just didn't feel like having a drink right now." "Sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. You are in good shape though," she said. This time she squeezes my thigh to make her point. "Thanks." She releases her grip, but her hand remains resting on my leg for what seems like an eternity, but is more like only a few seconds. Just long enough for me to get that excited butterfly feeling in my stomach. Is she doing this on purpose, or am I reading too much into it? As she pulls her hand away, I notice what appears to be an engagement ring. I hadn't heard any news of an engagement. "Is that what I think it is," I say pointing to her finger. "Yep. I'm finally getting married," she says, holding her hand out to show off the ring. "Is this the same guy you were seeing last year? I thought you two broke up?" "No. Not him. This is someone new." "Congratulations." "Thanks." "When's the wedding?" "We haven't set a date yet. There is just so much to do." She doesn't seem to want to go into too many details, so I won't press her. ----------------------- 11:00 PM and we're finally at the hotel. I'm tired and ready to go to bed. One benefit about arriving this late is that the line to check in at the hotel is non-existent. After getting checked in, Katy and I head to our rooms after agreeing to meet in the lobby at 7:00 for the continental breakfast. After we eat we'll catch a cab to the customer's office. ---------------------------- It's ten after 7:00 and still no sign of Katy. Being married and having grown up with two sisters, I know that women are never on time, so I'm not surprised. I'm about to call Katy when I see her step out of the elevator. Just about every man in the room turns and looks her way. She's wearing a black business skirt with a black jacket. Under the jacket she's wearing a silky red button up shirt that is a couple of buttons short of being buttoned up, showing off just enough cleavage to look sexy, but not slutty. This should make the customer more than agreeable. After she joins me at the table we both head over to the breakfast bar to grab some food. I have an English muffin, an apple, and a bowl of oatmeal. Katy has a banana and a bowl of oatmeal. While we're eating our breakfast I'm having a really difficult time keeping eye contact with her. First, because every time I look into her eyes I get that helpless feeling. Second, I really want to look down and sneak a peek at her cleavage. Actually, I want to bury my face in her cleavage, but that might not go over so well. We finish our breakfast and head for the taxi pickup area outside the hotel. Katy manages to get looks from the doorman, a group of college guys arriving at the hotel, a bellhop, and our taxi driver. It is kind of an ego boost since she is with me. None of them need to know that we're just co-workers, and not really together. ------------------------------ It's been a long day. Most of it spent listening to the customer complain about features that used to be in the product but are no longer there, or features that have changed and made their lives more difficult. The customer is happy when we leave, and I'm sure getting to stare at Katy's chest all day helped out a little. I'm just glad we're in a cab on the way to the airport to get out of this place and back home. Unfortunately, this time the first class cabin is already full, so Katy and I have to fly coach. To make matters even worse, the overhead bins are full, so they have to take our bags and put them underneath. But, according to the flight attendant, we should 'rest assured that our bags will be waiting for us when we get off the plane'. Everybody is finally in their seats and we're taxiing toward the runway when we hear the dreaded announcement from the captain. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Unfortunately we're going to have to head back to the gate. We have an indicator light on that we need to have checked out before we can take off. We apologize for the inconvenience." Katy looks at me. "Great. Nothing like getting stuck in Omaha." I try to remain positive. "We'll be fine. I'm sure it's nothing and we'll be on our way soon." "I hope you're right," she says, squeezing my thigh just like she did on the trip down. This time she leaves it there after releasing her grip. I'm tempted to pick up her hand and move it, but it does feel nice resting there, so I leave it. We've been sitting at the gate for thirty minutes when the flight attendant announces that the flight is cancelled and we have to de-board the plane. Katy looks at me again. "You were saying?" When we get off the plane, the agent counter is a mad house. There are a lot of angry people yelling at the agents who have nothing to do with the plane breaking down. Rather than join in and make things worse, I just get in line and wait to find out what's going to happen. Katy and I finally make it to the counter where the agent tells us that there are no planes leaving this evening that we can catch, but we're on the flight that leaves at 9:00 AM the next morning. She also tells us that the airline will put us up in a hotel for the night so we don't need to spend the night in the airport. I ask about our bags and the agent tells us that the bags will be unloaded shortly. After waiting for an hour for our bags, we are informed that they are having difficulty locating our particular bags and that they can send them to our hotel as soon as they are located. I'm thankful that I have my backpack with me, so at least I have a toothbrush. ------------------------------ Of course, the hotel that the airline is putting us up in is not nearly as nice as the Hilton we stayed in the night before. I really don't care, as long as I have a bed to sleep in. We make our way up to the counter, and the desk clerk gives us our room key. But he only gives us one key. "Doesn't she get a key?" I ask, motioning toward Katy. "Oh. We can give her an extra room key if you like", the clerk replies. "Extra key? Doesn't she have a room of her own?" The clerk looks confused. "The airline has you listed as traveling together and has reserved only one double-occupancy room for you." "Well, the airline made a mistake. We are traveling together, but we're in separate rooms. Can you get her a room as well?" "I would really like to sir, but we have no more vacancy." "There has to be another room available", Katy says. "What about another hotel?" The clerk shakes his head. "I'm sorry. We have no more rooms, and I'm afraid you'll find that is the case throughout the city." Now I'm getting pretty pissed off. "How can an entire city be out of hotel rooms?" "There is a huge basketball tournament this weekend and there is a rock concert as well. The rooms have been sold out for quite a while. The airlines had a few on reserve, but those are all gone now thanks to the breakdown of your flight." "Fine", Katy sighs. "We'll just have to make due. The room has two beds at least, right?" "Uh... no. The room you have has a king bed, and unfortunately, all of our rollaway beds have been taken as well." 'Oh shit!' is all I can think to myself. After doing my best to avoid getting into any compromising situations with Katy, we're being thrown right into one. The thought of spending the night in the same bed with her terrifies me and excites me at the same time. There is no way I can tell Stephanie about this. ------------------------ We get off the elevator on the fifth floor and head to our room. Katy has been quiet since the discussion with the hotel clerk. "Everything okay?" I ask. Katy looks at me and melts me with her smile. "Everything is great. I should ask you the same thing. Are you going to tell your wife that you're spending the night alone in a hotel room with me?" "No. I'm not. No matter how I spin it, there is no way she will not freak out about this. Are you going to tell your fiancé?" "No. No need to stir things up." After struggling with the key card, we enter to find your basic hotel room. The bathroom is immediately to the right. I walk in a little further to find a king size bed on the right with night stands on either side. Across from the foot of the bed is a built in desk with a simple chair tucked in. Continuing past the bed, I arrive at a sliding glass door that opens up to a balcony that overlooks the fantastic view of the hotel parking lot. Not much of a view to admire. As I turn from the sliding glass door, I run right into Katy. I didn't realize she was right behind me looking over my shoulder, also admiring the not-so-spectacular view. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around her waist to keep from knocking her over. She grabs around my neck to catch her balance. We are now face to face. Our lips only inches apart. If I were going to attempt anything, this would be the perfect moment. But fortunately (or is that unfortunately?), Katy feigns a shocked look and says, "Wow Mike. We're alone in the room for less than five minutes and you're already making the moves on me!" Her eyes are locked on to mine and I'm at a loss for words. "Uh. Um. You... we... I thought you were going to fall over, so I was just trying to hold you up", I finally manage to get out. "Relax. I was joking", she says as she straightens up and lets go of me. I release my hold on her and regain some control of my thoughts. After a moment of awkward silence, I say, "Katy. You can have the bed tonight. I'll sleep on the floor." "Don't be ridiculous. That bed is plenty big for the two of us. There is no reason for you to sleep on the floor." "We don't have any pajamas, and I am not planning on sleeping in my clothes, so I think it's best if I sleep on the floor." "So what? It's not like I'll be naked. I'll have my bra and panties on, so I think you'll be safe in your undies." All I can focus on is "naked", "bra", and "panties", which immediately gives me a mental image of Katy naked with her bra and panties thrown on the floor. Plenty to cause more than a stirring in my pants and have me wondering how I am ever going to make it through the night. "The floor will be fine. Really." "Suit yourself, but I'm fine with you sleeping in the bed if you want. We can figure that out later. I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat. "Okay. Let me make a call home first." Usability ------------------------------------ We walk into the Subway, the only restaurant within a 2-mile walk of our hotel. I order Turkey on wheat, and Katy does the same. "So, what did Stephanie say?" "She was bummed that I wasn't going to be home tonight, but she was also glad that I wasn't on a plane that was doomed to crash." "Did she ask about me?" "No." She actually did. Of course, she asked me again if we were going to be in the same room. I felt bad about lying to her, but telling the truth would only make things worse. Of course, explaining to her why I lied is going to be even worse if she finds out that we stayed in the same room. Oh well. She doesn't have to know. As we sit down to eat, it starts dumping rain. It's coming down harder than I've ever seen in my life. It's nice to be a in a nice warm restaurant and not stuck walking in that downpour. Hopefully it lets up soon so we can walk back to the hotel without getting soaked. We finish our meal, and it's still dumping outside. It's been going non-top for at least 20 minutes. I'm about to give up and call a cab to come pick us up when it finally stops. It stops like someone shutting off a faucet. It doesn't gradually let up to a sprinkle. It just stops. I've never seen anything like it. I just assume it must be a Midwest thing. We're waiting for the light to turn so we can cross the street to our hotel when some jackass driving a U-Haul truck drives right through the huge puddle of standing water in front of Katy and me. There is no time for us to react. A huge wall of water washes over us, soaking us all the way through. I turn and look at Katy, who looks like she decided to jump into a lake in her clothes. Her hair, that normally has some curl to it, is straight and dripping with water. Her jacket, shirt, and skirt are saturated with water. I didn't fare any better. My shirt and pants are wet all the way through. I can tell that even my underwear are soaked. Katy looks at me and just bursts out laughing; as if she's just heard the funniest joke ever. I'm not seeing the humor. "Why do you find this so damn funny?" "I just think it's funny. After everything went so well with the customer, everything else has gone downhill. It' almost like we used up all of our good fortune." "Whatever. Let's just get back to the hotel." ------------------------------- We walk into the room and we both look at each other and realize at the same time that we have no change of clothes. I call down to the front desk and ask them if our luggage has arrived. "Well. What did he say?" Katy asks when I hang up. "No luggage has arrived. No laundry service. No laundry room." "This hotel sucks! Mike, you might want to get out of those clothes. You're leaving quite a puddle." Katy heads into the bathroom and comes out with two towels for me. "Here. Use one to dry off and the other to wrap around yourself. We can lay our clothes over the heater and turn it on to dry them out", she says pointing to the heater next to the sliding door. "I'm going to take a quick shower to warm up a bit." I'm sitting on the edge of the bed when Katy comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head like a turban and another wrapped around her body. The towel is just long enough to cover from her chest to just above mid-thigh. 'She has to be wearing panties', I think to myself. 'There is no way she can have a towel that short without panties'. After getting over my shock of seeing how little she has covering herself I see that she has her soaked clothing in her arms, which includes matching black bra and panties. I feel myself growing harder by the second knowing that she is completely naked under her towel that extends barely an inch below her crotch. Katy sees that I'm looking at her clothes and smirks at me. "I was soaked all the way through so I had to take everything off. I guess I won't be sleeping in bra and panties after all." Katy heads over to the heater and begins laying out her clothes on it. I'm trying not to look, but as she bends, her towel starts to ride up in the back. I watch it climb bit by bit, waiting, anticipating a glimpse of her nakedness. I want to look away, but I can't. The towel is right at the edge, hooked just over her ass. Then it happens. Her shirt slides off the heater onto the ground, and Katy bends quickly to pick it up. This causes the edge of the towel to break free from her ass and slide up, giving me a perfect rear view of her pussy. I feel myself grow harder than I thought possible and I want to run over there and take her from behind. I know I'm going to get caught, but I can't look away. While still bending over and fully exposed, Katy snaps her head around and looks right at me. I immediately look away even though I know it's too late. I am busted. I'm waiting for the inevitable chastising for ogling her, but it never comes. Instead, Katy finishes placing her clothes on the heater, and then pulls the towel back down to cover her ass. Without saying a word, Katy walks past me and into the bathroom. She comes back out seconds later with the towel still wrapped around her body, but none on her head. Her hair is still damp, but the slight curl is coming back. She sits down on the bed with her back against the headboard and her feet right near the side of my leg. I am still sitting on the end facing the sliding door. I know if I turn and took at her, I will have a perfect view up the towel. Willing myself not to look, I stand up and head into the bathroom. I have to get away from her to clear my head. I do not want to cheat on Stephanie, but this situation is making it hard to think clearly. I don't know if Katy is wanting me to make a move on her or if she is just teasing me, but I'm afraid if I stay in there any longer, I'll regret it. I close the bathroom door and lock it. ------------------- I've been sitting in the bathroom for about 15 minutes now and haven't heard any sound from the room. Hoping that Katy is asleep, I slowly open the door and step out. She is not asleep. She is still sitting with her back against the headboard and she is staring straight ahead. She looks like she might be sad, or mad, or maybe even pouting. I can't tell, but she doesn't acknowledge me when I walk into the room. I wait for what feels like an eternity, but still Katy doesn't look at me or say anything. "Katy? Is everything okay?" I ask tentatively? She finally comes out of her trance and turns to look at me. I can see now that she is on the verge of tears. She still is not saying anything. "Katy. What is it? What did I do?" "You didn't do anything", she says as the tears start to flow. "It's just this whole situation. I'm naked; I have no clothes to wear; and I'm stuck in a hotel room with someone who can't stand to be near me." "What gives you the idea that I can't stand to be near you? I never said I didn't want to be near you." "You didn't have to. The fact that you've been hiding out in the bathroom for the past 20 minutes made it obvious." "Katy. You know that's not true. I'm afraid if I'm near you, you'll... we'll end up doing something we regret." "What? Do you think I'm going to seduce you Mike? I'm not. I know you're happily married and I'm... happily engaged." Trying not to sound too accusatory, I say to her, "What about the flirting on the plane? Or your comment when I almost knocked you over? Or better yet, you giving me the view of lifetime when you were putting your clothes on the heater?" Katy is now looking at me with a genuine look of surprise. "Wow. You really misread me. Sure there was a little flirty on the plane, but it was innocent. When you almost knocked me over, I was just trying to lighten an awkward situation. We were pretty close together and I was trying to make a joke. I will admit the show that I gave you was a little much, but it really was an accident. I honestly forgot that you were behind me and just reacted to my shirt falling. I wasn't showing myself on purpose." Now I am feeling bad. I walk over to the bed and sit against the headboard next to her. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel bad", I said and turned to look at her. Katy turns and looks into my eyes. As soon as she does, I get that feeling again of being helpless and willing to do whatever she wants. I'm able to break eye contact and ask her, "And what about that?" "What?" she asks confused. "Don't act like you don't know. It's the same thing you did to get us ticket upgrades. It's the same thing you did to get the customer on our side. You give this look that makes me helpless and wanting to do whatever you ask." I can see a flash of anger in her eyes now. "That's not my fault. I can't help the way you react to me. I'm just looking at you." Maybe she's right. Maybe it's my own infatuation with her that is causing me to read more into it than I am. Even looking into her eyes now that she is angry, I still feel it. "I'm sorry Katy. I didn't mean to accuse you. It's just that you're so damn beautiful you cause all of my thoughts and feelings to become a confused mess." The anger was gone in an instant and Katy was smiling again. "You think I'm beautiful? "Not this again. Yes. You're beautiful, and you know it." "Thanks Mike. You know, you're pretty hot yourself, and I really like your six-pack", Katy says as she's poking my abs. We're quiet for a few minutes, and then I look at the clock and see that it's just after 10:00. "Katy, we should probably get to bed so we can get up early and track down our luggage." "Okay, but you really should sleep in the bed. We don't have any extra covers. You'll freeze on the ground." I think about it and finally come to the realization that she is right. "Okay. But stay on your side." I get up and walk over to check our clothes. They're still really wet. Crap. "Katy. We forgot to turn the heater on. Hopefully these clothes are dry in the morning, or we'll be going to the airport in towels." Katy laughs. "That would make for an interesting flight." I start to slide under the covers and notice that Katy's towel is lying on the night stand. Pointing to the towel, I ask, "Is that the towel that you had wrapped around you?" "Yeah. Why?" "If we're going to be sharing a bed, shouldn't you keep it around you?" "Are you kidding? That would be so uncomfortable. I promise I'll stay on my side" Hoping she doesn't see the tent that's quickly rising from my towel, I quickly pull the covers over me. As I try to get comfortable I realize that Katy was right. Lying in bed with a towel around me is not going to work. It's way too uncomfortable, so I take it off and toss it on my nightstand and lie back down. Katy chuckles and says, "See. I told you it would be uncomfortable." If she only knew how uncomfortable it is to have an erection that feels like it could burst. We're both lying on our backs staring at the ceiling when Katy turns to me asks, "What happened Mike? Didn't you used to have a crush on me?" I'm completely caught off guard and stammer, "er... uh... yeah. I did. How did you know?" I turn and make the mistake of looking into her eyes again. "It was obvious when you would stop by and visit for no reason just about every day. So you don't have one anymore?" she asks with a slight pout. I roll onto my side to face her. "Really? It's pretty obvious that I still do; which makes this situation even more awkward." Katy rolls onto her side to face me now. There's only about a foot of space separating us and I can feel the heat radiating off of her body. She's smiling again and I'm finding myself as helpless as ever staring into those blue eyes. She slides her head closer to mine so that our faces are only inches apart, and whispers, "I have a crush on you too." Before I can respond, she slowly looks from my eyes down to my lips then back to my eyes and kisses me on the lips. My brain is screaming to pull away, but my body wins out and I kiss her back. Her lips are so soft. We kiss softly at first. Gentle pecks, then more passionately as our mouths slightly open and our tongues come together. We continue kissing as we both slide toward one another so that our bodies are pressed tightly together. I'm so hard now that it feels as if there is a steel rod sandwiched between our bellies. Katy lightly moans and stops kissing me just long enough to whisper, "Wow! Feels like someone is as excited as I am," then she resumes kissing me with even more passion; sucking my tongue into her mouth, then gently sucking on my lower lip. As we're kissing, Katy rolls on top of me as she rolls me onto my back. She then sits up so that she is straddling me, pressing my cock against my belly with it sandwiched between her labia. She is looking down at me with those hypnotizing blue eyes. Her great tits, with the perfect amount of droop, are just waiting to be held. And her nice flat stomach just above her perfectly trimmed pussy completes the package. Katy smiles down at me as she begins to slowly slide herself back and forth along the length of my shaft. Each time she slides up, the head of my cock just gets to her opening, and then she slides back down. I'm aching to get inside of her, and if she keeps this up, I'll shoot before I ever get inside of her. She keeps sliding up and down the length of my dick, leaving a trail of her wetness behind. I can't take it any longer and decide I'm going to push myself into her the next time my head gets near her opening, but just as she's about to slide up, Katy stops, and then leans forward to kiss me again. She starts with a small peck on the lips, then continues longer and longer kisses until her mouth opens slightly and our tongues come together. As our kiss grows more passionate, Katy raises her hips just enough to get my head positioned at her opening. She pauses there for just a second, and then slowly lowers herself onto me. Inch by inch I can feel myself being enveloped by her warmth until I'm entirely inside of her. Katy begins rhythmically rocking her hips up and down and I match her pace, rising up to meet her each time she drops down on me. She kisses me on my check, then my neck, then she works her way up to nibble on my ear. She is really picking up her pace, and her breathing is growing ragged. She can't be getting close already. Can she? I'm so turned on by her aggressiveness that I can tell I'm not going to last long. Almost in answer to my thoughts, Katy whispers breathlessly in my ear, "You have me so fucking hot right now, I'm about to come." I no more than kiss her on the neck and whisper in her ear, "Me too", when Katy's body begins to shudder as she comes. She grinds into me with each wave of her orgasm and just as I'm about to come, her orgasm subsides, and she stops moving. Katy lays on top of me motionless and out of breath for a few moments, and then starts kissing me again. With me still inside of her, she gives me one last peck on the lips, sits upright, and looks right into my eyes and smiles. "That felt so good, but I was hoping you'd come with me." "A few more seconds, and I was there." "Oh well. I guess I get to enjoy you for a little longer." She leans forward, kisses me deeply again, then quickly rolls both of us over so that I am now on top of her. Placing her feet flat on the bed, so that her knees are bent, she opens her legs wider, grabs my butt with both hands and pulls me as deep as possible into her. That's the only encouragement I need. Katy rises up to meet each thrust and continues to pull me deeper into her. I'm trying to savor the pleasure of the moment for as long as I can, but she is to hot and tight, it's more than I can handle, and I can feel the point of no return rapidly approaching. I am fucking her harder and harder now. Driving her down into the mattress and bottoming out inside of her. Katy is moaning with what sounds like a mixture of pleasure and pain. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" "No... uggg... you feel... so... unnh... fucking good." "Good. Because I'm coming... now," I grunt as I explode into her. I continue driving hard into her as I empty myself. Completely spent, I collapse on top of Katy and kiss the side of her neck. She wraps her legs and arms around me and squeezes me tight. "Mike, you have no idea how many times I've fantasized about this. The real thing turned out to be much better than my fantasies." "That makes two of us." "Mike. Um... nobody can know about this. If it gets back to Jim it would crush him and I'm sure you would be fired." "I wasn't planning on telling anyone. If it gets back to my wife, I'm looking at a divorce. And what do you mean it would crush Jim? Why would he care?" And then the light goes on in my head. "Oh shit! Jim's your fiancé, isn't he?" "Yes..." "Oh God, I'm so screwed."