14 comments/ 54923 views/ 43 favorites Accessorizing Karin By: johnnieblue44 I was strolling through the mall on my lunch hour one wintry Friday, happy to escape the office for sixty minutes of girl-watching, even on a blustery, chilly day. My only lament was my choice of snack, as I glumly picked some crusty dough from the corner of my gums. Why was it virtually impossible to find a good soft pretzel in Northern Virginia, or anywhere south of the Mason-Dixon line for that matter? Somewhere in the distance, I was vaguely aware of my name being called, but I paid it no mind at first. The last thing I wanted was to chit-chat with anyone during my brief recess from the work place. But then I heard it again, and this time, I turned to find its source, since it was unmistakably a woman's voice, and it sounded sexy. "John! Over here!" There it was for the third time, and this time was the charm. I turned in the right direction and saw her from across the concourse, waving from the entrance to the Victoria's Secret store. Karin Pulaski, the administrative assistant to the vice-president of marketing, was waving her hand in a beauty pageant contestant kind-of-way at me from across the second floor of the shopping center. She had a big smile on her model-pretty face, which was rare for Karin. Though perhaps the prettiest young lady in our commercial real-estate company, it was well known that Karin was married to a controlling, jealous husband who seemed to go out of his way to make the lovely young lady miserable. So, on this occasion, out of the office, I didn't need a lot of coercion to heed Karin's called requests to, "C'mere, please?" When a gorgeous twenty-four-year-old blonde waves to me, a thirty-nine-year-old divorced male, from the foyer of a lingerie store and asks me to approach, well, I don't need undue urging to comply. Whatever Karin was sellin', I was buyin'. She had Scandinavian-like features, full, pink lips with almost luminescent skin. Bright golden hair, straight and long, cut to the middle of her back. If the Olsen twins ever needed a triplet, Karin could have easily passed for the role. As I got closer to her, I saw that Karin's face was more flushed than usual. It was obviously from excitement. She never wore any make-up. The only time I remembered seeing her with any whatsoever was at our Christmas Party last month. Even at that affair, her jar head hubby hovered over her like a protective grizzly, snarling at any man who dared take a second peek as they actually saw Karin's heretofore unseen lithe body relatively uncovered in a little black dress that night. That dress was conservative by most standards, but it was still more revealing then her usual almost dowdy wardrobe that she wore to work on a daily basis. Her attire today was similarly modest. A loose wool, cowl neck white sweater and a long brown skirt that went almost to her ankles. Somehow, Karin still radiated natural sexuality, she was that pretty. I imagined for a split second how she would look adorned in one of the ensembles within the racks of Victoria's Secret........ "I said, do you have a minute, hello?" Karin waved her hand in front of my face as if I was in a trance, which I sort of was, fantasizing about the images of Karin half-naked in silk and lace. "I'm sorry, Karin," I replied, trying to regain my composure, feeling the color rising in my own face. I tried to act as if she didn't have me flustered, so I changed the subject to one near and dear to my heart, as a Philly-born guy now transplanted to the south. Pretzels. "You know, I just can't find a good damn pretzel in this state." I lifted the last piece of my sad excuse for a pretzel. "Would you like the last bite? I can't finish it." She wrinkled her nose as if I had just offered her a piece of raw squid and took a step back, lifting her hands in a "stop" gesture. "Um, no. No thanks. I'm a southern gal, John, we don't do pretzels." I shrugged, my diversionary tactic momentarily successful. I popped the last nub in my mouth and chewed, lifting my index finger to my lips and licking off the last piece of salt. I couldn't help but notice that her pale blue eyes followed the path of my tongue on my fingertip, and her gaze lingered on my mouth for just a second longer than necessary. Her eyes returned to mine, and I smiled at her innocently. She looked around to see if anyone was watching our impromptu conversation, as if it were a clandestine session of espionage between two secret agents. Victoria's Secret agents, as it were. "I need a man's opinion," she said. "Could you tell me what you like in here?" she said, gesturing inside the store. I couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Karin, it's Victoria's Secret. What man doesn't like EVERYTHING in there?" Her lips curled in a pout, and I immediately realized I was missing a golden opportunity that I was going to get every lunch break. So, again, I scrambled to recover quickly. "But of course, I'd be glad to help you, Karin. What is it you'd like my opinion on?" I paused while she bit her lip apprehensively, seemingly contemplating whether she'd made a mistake to call out to me. "And, by the way, I'm flattered that you would even ask me." This seemed to put her at ease finally, and she smiled once again. I exhaled quietly. That was close, I nearly fucked up this little journey before it even started. She walked inside and I followed the wiggly swish of her tight little ass. Even though her dress was long and loose, it still couldn't completely cover the shake of a tight twenty-four-year-old's rear end. She asked a question over her shoulder. "Do you bring your girlfriend in here?" I had to lift my eyes from her butt as I absorbed the inquiry. "Um, my girlfriend...?" Karin stopped at a table full of lace thongs, with a clearance sign. This is a good table, I thought to myself. Karin began to sift through the choices, the way that only a woman shopper can do. Woman are intuitively drawn to a clearance rack the way moths are drawn to flames. "Yes, your girlfriend," she continued, obviously seeking information. "You know, that dark-haired woman in the incredible red dress that you brought to the Christmas party? Isn't she your girlfriend? She's gorgeous, by the way." Ah, yes, I thought. Jennifer. "Oh, her? Well, um, you see, she's not really my girlfriend. She's just someone I see on special occasions." Like sex, I thought. Lots of sex. Those kind of special occasions. Karin picked up a baby blue thong and caressed the silk with her long fingers. I wasn't sure if she was now more interested in the lingerie or my dating habits. "So she's just sort of a friend-with-benefit, is that it, John?" Karin asked the question almost casually, but it was clear that this otherwise shy, reserved young woman had more than a passing curiosity. So I played along, now picking up a thong myself, a black one with crimson trim. Our fingertips touched as she put the blue one down and I picked the black and red one up. "Yeah, I guess you could say that, Karin. But it's a little more complicated than that. You see, Jennifer's still technically married, so it's tough to get too attached." "Married?" Karin scrunched up her nose, but not in a "Eeew, I'm disgusted, get away from me you pervert" kind of way. It was more like an intrigued, "Sooo, you date married women? That's hot," kind of look. I didn't really want to stray to far from the task of thong shopping with Karin, but at the same time, I realized that women only ask questions like this if they are interested in a man's affairs. After all, inquisitiveness is one of the purest signs of attraction. "I really like this one, by the way, this would look great on you, I'll bet." Karin looked down at the sheer garment for the first time and gently placed her hand on top of mine, still holding the panty. I leaned in closer to Karin now, my hip grazing hers. "Since you asked, Jennifer tells me that she's getting a divorce, but she still lives with her husband, so it's not as if we can really have a normal 'dating' relationship. So we just sort of get together when we can and have.......fun." I looked right into Karin's eyes when I said this. It was crystal clear to both of us what "fun" meant. I went on, having captured her attention, taking her own hand and placing the thong in her palm. "It's less complicated with a married woman sometimes. It's very one-dimensional. A woman can get her needs fulfilled, and there's no expectations either way." Karin gulped, and I felt her hand tremble slightly as if curled around the thong. I whispered to her, "Jennifer definitely noticed you at the party, too, Karin. She told me she thought you were the most beautiful woman there. She thought you looked lonely, though. And if you don't mind me saying, she thought your husband looked like a jerk." Karin's lips curled into a combination of a smirk and a sneer. It was also clear that this comment had touched a nerve within Karin. I noticed that goose bumps began to rise on the skin of her forearm. What I didn't tell Karin, not right then at least, was that Jennifer and I went to a hotel later on the night of that same Christmas party and lived out wild, vivid fantasies that included Karin as a sandwich in a threesome. Jennifer had confessed to me that she was "bi-curious" and said that Karin was "like her dream lover" when she saw her that night. And now here I was, mutually holding a thong with Karin in Victoria's Secret. "Jennifer's right," Karin admitted softly. "He is a jerk." He shook her head and bit her lip, determined not to display any public emotion. A tear formed in the corner of her eye, but she wiped it away quickly. Karin smiled in a self-conscious way, glancing around again to see if anyone was watching us. "I won't go in to detail, I'm sure everyone in the office already gossips about it already. But that's why I come in here and look at these sexy things, because he won't let me wear anything like this." She went on, her eyes clear now, her voice almost defiant. "So this is my little naughty pleasure, coming in here and seeing what I'd otherwise like to buy. And when I saw you, well..........I just had to.........I mean, I wanted to get your opinion on what you like." She blushed bashfully. "I wanted a real man's opinion on what he thought was sexy." I said nothing. I simply took Karin by the hand as I cupped the thong in my other hand. I led her to the counter, where the bored sales associates finally noticed our presence. "See anything you like, folks?" asked the chubby assistant manager. Her massive tits spilled out of her push-up bra, barely concealed beneath a black blouse. I held up the thong. "Yes, I'd like to buy this for my lovely lady friend here." Karin's mouth opened in a gasp, and she began to shake her head back and forth. "Nooooo," she uttered almost inaudibly. I gripped Karin's hand tighter, trying to be reassuring, and gently patted the back of her hand with my other. "And she will be wearing it out, so if you could just scan it and ring it up here, please, and give us a bag for the panties she's wearing now, that would be wonderful, thank you." Chubby delightedly rang up the sale, probably counting the sixty-cent or so commission that she surely didn't earn. Karin tugged on my sleeve and whispered in my ear. "I can't, John. I mean, I can't wear this home tonight. My husband would......." Chubby's eyes never lifted from the register when she heard Karin mention her husband, but her eyebrows raised a bit. Although I'm sure it wasn't the first time that a Victoria's Secret salesperson heard such a scenario. I'm sure they could tell some stories of their own. I already had a plan concocted, though. "Relax, Karin. Go put them on. Be a little naughty this afternoon. And at the end of the day today, go into the ladies' room at the office, take your new thong off, put it in an inter-office envelope, and give it back to me. And put the panties you're currently wearing back on. Hubby will never know. I sure won't tell him if you won't." I then handed Chubby the cash for the purchase and looked at her name badge dangling from her cleavage. Amber. Amber was trying hard not to act as if she wasn't listening, but she really couldn't help but to overhear. "And, Amber, you won't tell Karin's husband I'm buying a thong for her, will you?" Amber gave me a conspiratorial grin. "We have a lot of secrets in this store, sir. That's the name of our store, after all." She looked at Karin and handed her the bag. "I took the tag off for you, honey." She winked, and then offered Karin some prophetic advice that proved Amber was wise beyond her years. "Enjoy, honey. When a handsome man buys you a sexy present, don't ask questions or think too much. Just enjoy." Karin peered over her shoulder shyly as she entered the dressing room. She wasn't in there long, less than two minutes perhaps, but when she emerged, her face was flushed with unmistakable excitement. Those crystal blue eyes flashed with a blaze of a mischief. I rocked on my own heels in an unsuccessful attempt to quell the rising tent in my pants. Just the thought of lovely Karin behaving in this manner, a form of matrimonial misconduct, was extremely arousing. Her actions weren't overtly sexual, not yet. But it was definite mental foreplay that she was entering into with me, heretofore uncharted waters. And we both knew it. "Well?" I asked as she gripped tightly gripped the bag that apparently now contained her replaced panties. "How does it feel?" Amber looked up from the customer she was ringing up at the counter, and called out a merry, "Have a nice day, folks. Come back and see me again!" Karin waved over her shoulder and whispered to me, "As if she helped in the least. Do you think she knows what we're doing?" We began to walk out of the store together. I played dumb. I'm good at that, it comes naturally far too often. "What ARE we doing, Karin?" I asked in my best gee-whiz, innocent voice. But I was curious. I wanted to hear from Karin's perspective just what she thought was going on here. After all, a hot, younger, married co-worker was now wearing a tiny thong that I had just purchased for her. And this all started out by me offering a bite of my pretzel....... I liked Karin's reply. I liked it a lot. Her eyes twinkled. "Just like you said, John." She hooked her arm under mine as we walked through the mall corridor. "We're being naughty. And it feels good. Fun." By now, I was glancing around to make sure that there weren't any of our colleagues witnessing this improbable coupling of Karin and myself, walking arm-in-arm in public. Our hips met each other's as we unconsciously walked closer, like some invisible magnetic force was pushing us together. I barely noticed that we were walking in the opposite direction of where my car was parked. Karin conspiratorially whispered to me, "It's really tight. I think it's a size too small for me." She wiggled her pelvis and scrunched that adorable nose again. "It's kinda wedged up into me, actually. Both into my butt, and, well.....you know......." I groaned at this almost inaudibly, but due to Karin's proximity, she couldn't help but hear. She seemed to enjoy the reaction she was having on me. It was clear she was suddenly enjoying playing the tease. "And that makes it feel even sexier. God, I haven't been worn something like this since before I was married." She made a left turn down a side concourse, so I assumed we were heading towards her parking spot. I was along for the proverbial ride now. I was going to remain arm-in-arm with Karin for as long as I could. I was not oblivious to the lustful stares of the men passing us by, watching me escort this hot blonde fifteen years my junior, and probably wondering what the situation was. Hey, let them buy their own thongs for young women, I thought. We walked outside into the chilly wind and she snuggled against me more tightly, using my body as a shield against the biting westerly breeze. She pointed to her Honda Accord a few rows down. I couldn't help but ask. "Are you telling me that your husband really monitors your choice of underwear, Karin?" Her face contorted into disgust as he was brought up again. "You have no idea how he controls me." She hesitated, her voice quivering. "No one does. It's hell. And all because........" She stopped, seemingly afraid to elaborate. Yet something told me she needed someone to talk to. "Get in," I said, holding the door for her. "You can drive me to my car, if you don't mind. I think I'm pretty much on the complete opposite side of the mall." She nodded her head, "Of course, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking." Her skirt rose to just below her knees as she lowered herself into the driver's seat, providing me with at least a nice view of her thins, toned calves. She giggled. "I think you could say I'm a bit distracted." I walked around the car after closing her door for her and walked to the passenger side. When I hopped in, I saw that her skirt had now risen over her knees. That didn't happen by accident. I thought, realizing that I had never seen Karin's legs that high before. She had always worn very conservative, below-the-knee skirts or dresses, or slacks. My mind did the instantaneous calculation. Karin must have raised the skirt slightly for my benefit. She maneuvered her car out of the spot and my eyes were riveted on her lean, pale legs, knowing that there was a tight g-string that was now wedged between them at the apex. When my gaze finally did lift, I saw that Karin herself was looking down into my own crotch, where my cock was bulging against the fabric of my pants. She blushed, silently acknowledging that we had both been busted crotch-watching the other. "Um, you'll have to direct me to where your car is parked, OK?", she said, trying to ease the sexual tension. I directed her to a spot close to my car, but not next to it. "Pull over here, Karin." I glanced at my watch. "We have a few minutes. Let's chat for a little bit. I get the feeling you need someone to talk to." Obediently, she eased the car into a semi-secluded space in the far corner of the mall lot, and turned off the ignition. She exhaled, a deep sigh. It seemed she was ready for a therapy session. And I was all ears. "So, Karin," I began softly. "If you don't mind me being blunt, just why are you married to this asshole?" She looked out past the dashboard, into the threatening January sky. "It's a long story." "They all are," I assured her. "Just give me the abridged lunch-hour version." I turned her head gently with my palm so that she was looking at me and smiled at her. "For now......" Karin took another deep breath. She seemed almost relived to be getting the opportunity to vent with someone, anyone. The fact that she was wearing a Victoria's Secret garment that we had just picked out together perhaps had something to do with increasing her comfort level enough to reveal her pending revelations. (Personally, being a typical guy, I'd would have rather she'd revealed her thong. Men are such visual creatures, after all. But what the hell, I would listen.) "I was kind of a wild child when I was younger, before I met Kevin," she began. She looked at me sheepishly. "I know, right? I mean, you'd never know it to look at me now. People would be shocked if they knew what things shy, quiet Karin did..." Her voice trailed off. I got harder just imagining what 'things' she did. "Anyway," she continued. "Kevin is the son of a long-time friend of my father's. My father and my dad decided that they would set Kevin and me up. So it was a prearranged marriage of sorts, just like the real old days." She waited for my reaction. I gave none. I was hoping to get to the good part, the part where the thong comes off. But I digress........ Accessorizing Karin "At first, he was really sweet to me, and to tell you the truth, I thought he'd be good for me, to help me settle down. He never treated me like this when we were engaged. And then......." She looked back out at the sky. Her voice grew soft, sad. "Kevin was never really interested in sex, it seemed. But I figured it'd be safer to marry him anyway, that things would change for the better when we were married." I couldn't help but chuckle and add a narrative comment. "It usually works just the opposite, Karin. You were hoping for a lot." Her head nodded in consent. "Tell me about it." Her shoulders sagged as she went on. "So, at the bachelorette party, well, I got a little drunk." She smiled wistfully at the recollection. "Well, more than a little drunk, to be honest. And my friends got these two male strippers for the party......." Now she really had my undivided attention. She turned and looked back down at my crotch. If she was checking to see if I was still hard, she wasn't disappointed. "See, Kevin would never let me give him a blowjob after he found out how many guys I'd been with before him. He said it was dirty, it wasn't God's work to have 'relations' like that." I interjected, to make sure I was actually hearing what I thought she was saying. "Wait a minute. He wouldn't let you, um, give him blowjobs?" It even sounded funny just to say it. "Are you kidding me?" She shook her head. Her eyes clouded with a mixture of sadness, and something else. What was it.......lust? "Nope. What guy doesn't want his girl to blow him? And the thing is, I really liked it. I always have. And I was damn good at it, from what the boys all told me." My mind reeled. Karin Pulaski loved giving head, and was an expert cocksucker from the feedback she received. Now THIS was lunch-hour gossip. I had to re-focus on what she was saying as she continued her story. ".......so, anyway, one thing led to another at my bachelorette party, and...well.....you can probably guess what happened. I mean, I didn't know if I'd ever get the chance again......" "You gave one of the strippers a blow job?" I guessed, shifting in my seat at the image of bride-to-be Karin's giving head on the eve of her wedding. "No," she corrected. "Both of them." My dick sprang up and threatened to burst through my zipper. If my cock had hands, it would have either applauded or wanked itself off. A single tear ran down her cheek. I was struck by the dichotomy in her features. her face looked forlorn as she told the story, but her eyes........yes, it was a lustful glaze in her eyes. "Long story short, one of my bridesmaids took photos, and showed them to one of the grooms in Kevin's wedding party, and well, it wasn't pleasant after that. I've been miserable ever since. Kevin threatened to call off the wedding and to tell my father the reason. To this day, almost every day, he reminds me of that and threatens to show the pics to my parents, that he'll ruin my life, that I'll never suck another dick again....all kinds of nasty threats....." "Karin," I said slowly, making sure I struck the right chord. "You need to get out of this marriage. We all make mistakes. Geez, your parents will understand, especially if you tell them what he's done to you all this time. You can't go through the rest of your life miserable." I tried to lighten the mood. "And even worse, you can't go through life wasting that oral talent of yours." Her head rocked back and she laughed delightedly, dabbing at a solitary tear. "I know, right?" That was the second time she said that. It was cute. "And deprive the male species of my specialty." This Kevin dude was major-league fucked up in the head, I decided, as if I didn't know it already. "Geez, if anything, Karin, I think as your 'punishment', I would have insisted that you suck me off anytime I wanted. Three, four times a day, on demand." Karin liked this concept. "And I would, too. Happily. That would be a punishment I would gladly serve." She looked straight into my eyes. "Gladly." I gulped. "Do you guys, uh, you know....fuck?" She nodded. "Yeah, we have sex. Sometimes. Maybe twice a month, and only in missionary, with the lights out. But we never....." She emphasized the next verb. "....Fuck. We never fuck. He does me, does me quick, maybe two, three minutes, rolls over, and goes to sleep. Never says a word. No intimacy, nothing." And then she added a prologue, a closing statement if you will. "And he's pretty much a pencil dick on top of everything else, too." She chuckled sadly. "Bad choice all around....." We sat in silence for a few seconds. It was a lot to absorb for me, and I'm certain it was emotional for her to disclose such personal secrets. I didn't know whether to give her a hug to console her or to open up my zipper and offer her a treat she hadn't enjoyed in far too long. Hey, it was better than a pretzel. She suddenly grabbed my wrist and looked at my wristwatch. "Oh my God, I've been gone an hour and a half." She smoothed her skirt down. It had risen to mid-thigh, and I kicked myself for not noticing until just now. "Gotta get back, can you walk to your car from here?" I climbed out and she squealed away. Somehow, I resisted the urge to release the pressure building up in my loins on my own short drive back to the office. When I got back, the always inquisitive receptionist, self-appointed queen of the office gossip mongers, remarked, "Well, you were away longer than usual today." It was her way of fishing for information, the nosy bitch. "Yeah, I was looking for a good pretzel in Fairfax County. Turns out there's none to be found." The quizzical look on her face seemed to serve the desired effect of discouraging more inquiries. I figured it was a more benign response than, "Yeah, I was thong shopping with Karin Pulaski." I spent the next ninety minutes at my desk feigning that I was doing work. At just past three o'clock, I sauntered casually over to the marketing department where Karin worked for the VP of advertising. Every Friday, Karin's boss held a group conference call at three. As East Coast Operations Director, I only participated every other week. This week's call was for the West Coast division, so I was exempt today. I knew from experience that Karin arranged the call, took roll, and then jumped off, letting her boss run the call, which typically lasted more than an hour. Which meant that Karin's boss wouldn't need her for at least sixty minutes. Though her desk faced the window, she saw me approaching in the reflection of the plate glass. She looked nervous as I leaned over, checking first to assure no one was looking. My lips brushed her earlobe. "How's the gift, our little secret?" I whispered softly. "Still feeling naughty?" Karin made a motion with her neck, gesturing to the raindrops pelting against the glass. The sky had finally opened, but fortunately, it wasn't quite cold enough to snow just yet. "See that downpour out there?" she said quietly, while turning her head back to her computer screen. "Well, I'm wetter." She peered over her cubicle. No one was in close proximity, but just the same, our voices had to be hushed. Sound carries in an office with many ears. "Funny, I was just thinking about you," she said, never once lifting her head to look at me. "You were one of the few guys in the office who never hit on me. And now look what we did today." Not to be put on the defensive or in a position to explain, I took the offense. "Hey, you were one of the few women in the office who never flirted with me. Until today, of course. I was minding my own business, enjoying a fine pretzel treat. Next thing I know you're soliciting my view on undies." She smirked. "Touche'. Point taken." She began to reach into her drawer, rummaged around for a second, and extracted one of those manila inter-office envelopes. She tapped it and raised an eyebrow at me knowingly. I would have a special delivery coming my way later in the day. I was just starting to turn to go back to my office when she added, "You know that Mark Fiore in construction? He's the worst at hitting on me. He's always telling me how big he is." I grunted. "The only thing that's big with Mark Fiore is his ego. And maybe his imagination. Besides, if you're truly big, you don't have to tell anybody." Karin swiveled in her chair halfway around so that her face was level with my crotch, just inches away. "Well, from what I saw in my car today, you certainly don't have to tell anybody. See you around five-thirty? Mail call?" At five-thirty five, with the office nearly cleared out, Karin knocked softly on my door, checking first to see if anyone was in the hallway. She placed the envelope on my desk. Again, those ice blue eyes danced mischievously. "Friday afternoon, only us worker bees left, it looks like." She gestured to the envelope. "Open it," she said simply. I did. It was empty. I shook it and turned it upside down, thinking maybe her self-generated moisture had made the tiny thong stick to the interior. Karin clucked her lips. "It's not there." She gyrated her hips backwards and bumped the door. It stopped just short of closing all the way, but the visibility into my office from the hallway was effectively obscured. She began to deliberately lift the hem of her long skirt. "It's still here." I watched, completely mesmerized, as her milky white legs became exposed to mid-thigh. Her legs were well-defined, thin, a runner's legs, taking the shape of a Norwegian fjord, a long, narrow inlet of feminine flesh. One of her hands held the skirt in place as the other snaked upward into the long, narrow inlet that ended in a valley that was anything but glacial. She positioned her skirt so that her pussy was barely visible, bunching the material into a wad with her fist. I could see tufts of smooth golden pubic hair on top of her slit in what appeared to be a somewhat thick triangular bush. The thong eased its way down her creamy skin, agonizingly slowly, and when the black and crimson silk triangle came into view, I felt a drop of precum ooze from the slit of my cock. Her face was eerily calm, like she was an actor in a well-rehearsed play. I'm sure that it was much calmer than my own face looked at the moment, which probably indicated that I had seen a monster. And in a way I had. A docile monster that I helped create this afternoon. The sexual re-awakening of shy, sweet Karin Pulaski. The thong shimmied down her legs as she wiggled out of it. It caught on the almost flat heel of her shoe, and she kicked out of it with first one leg, then the next. The miniscule garment flew straight up in the air in front of her and she caught it like an outfielder snagging a fly ball. She looked proud of herself, placing the thong gingerly on my desk. "Why waste a good envelope and get it all sticky?" Karin asked whimsically. "I stopped in the ladies room before coming down here, and, um.......well, as you put it, had some fun. Fun with myself." Just like earlier, it was crystal clear to both of us what "fun" meant. Trying not to succumb to the shock value of Karin's actions, I lifted the thong to my face, turned it so that the small patch that covered her cunt was splayed open, brought it to my nose, and inhaled deeply. Her scent of sex was profound. An intoxicating combination of musky, flowery aroma. Sort of a mix between honeydew and mistletoe, vanilla and lilac, all at once. My olfactory system, though on the cusp of being encumbered with a tactile overload, sent a direct signal to the truest judge of female appreciation. My erect dick. "Oooh, God, that's so hot," Karin groaned as she watched me sniff the sodden fabric that had just covered her crotch, freshly lubricated with her nectars. I stood, rather dramatically, and thrust my pelvis out just a bit, displaying the bulge in my pants that was now twitching wildly and involuntarily. I hung the sheer material on the tent that had formed in my pants, and it sat there, dangling on my still- clothed cock, jutting out like a drape on a curtain rod, swaying slightly as my cock did push-ups. Karin dabbed at her forehead, wiping off imaginary perspiration. "Whew. Is it me, or is it getting really warm in here?" I began to rub the silk up and down my shaft, still covered by my pants. "Yes, unseasonably so," I agreed cordially. "Well, it's official," she said, her eyes fixed on my convulsing cock, causing the thong hanging on it to bounce up and down. "Unlike Mark Fiore, you don't have to tell anybody. That thing looks huge." I took the thong from my lap and opened the door, realizing that if anyone was still in the office, it was inevitable that Karin and I would be discovered. "Have a good weekend, Karin," I called out into the hall in a stage whisper, in case anyone was within earshot, trying to make ours seem like just a casual goodbye to any stragglers or passersby. Then I leaned close and said softly in her ear, "And don't forget to replace your original panties before you get home to hubby." She one-upped me by turning her head and taking my face in her hand. She stopped just before she leaned forward, her eyes blazing, leaving no ambiguity as to her arousal. She kissed me, gently, her thin, pale lips indescribably soft. Her warm, wet tongue snaked into mine for just a brief taste. I tried to pull her towards me for more but she rocked back, resisting, teasing, ending the kiss before things escalated. Which they would have. She took the thong and eased it into the front left pocket of my trouser, letting the back of her palm linger against my crotch as she withdrew her hand. "I think I'll drive home without any panties, John. I might need more self-relief. Remember, It's been a long time for me since I had some real.......fun. Thank you for reminding me of that today." She smiled at me over her shoulder as she walked down the deserted hallway. My eyes never left her ass, which of course, seemed to have just a bit more of an exaggerated wiggle. I knew now that I could have that ass soon enough. Karin wanted me to have it, too. She was a veritable sexual volcano, oozing hot lava, waiting to explode. But I was going to have to be very patient, very cautious. This was a slippery slope. High risk, high reward. I pulled the thong from my pocket and enjoyed another long whiff of her sex. I waited a few minutes and turned off the light to my office and headed to the elevator. Next week would be very interesting. I already had a plan. A man should always have a plan. ************************************ I made it a point to get in especially early on Monday morning to leave an inter-office envelope on Karin's chair. This one wasn't empty. It held the same thong that Karin had worn and then subsequently shimmied out of on Friday. However, the bigger outer envelope also had a smaller envelope within it that was pinned to the thong. The smaller envelope contained a note. It was important that the handwriting not be recognizable in the event that anyone other than Karin accidentally (or on purpose) opened the envelope before Karin arrived. That was why I had asked Jennifer to write the note. It gave Karin instructions to put the garment on once again and to drive to Great Falls State Park and enter the south lot at twelve-thirty. Great Falls Park was a popular place within ten minutes of our office, on Old Dominion Drive. This time of year, however, the park was virtually desolate. At Great Falls, the Potomac River builds up speed and force as it falls over a series of steep, jagged rocks and flows through the narrow Mather Gorge. The Patowmack Canal offers a glimpse into the early history of this country. I picked this spot strategically to get a glimpse of just how receptive Karin was going to be to my seduction of the young married siren. I purposely had avoided Karin up to this point in the office today in an effort to build up her anticipation and intrigue. At precisely twelve-thirty, I saw Karin's blue Toyota pull into the deserted parking lot. Mine was the only other car in the lot, a black Lexus. She pulled up next to me and got out. She looked over her shoulder nervously although no one was within yards of the park's lot. I was already in the back seat and gestured to her through the window. Karin opened the rear right door and peered inside. She was adorned in simple, nondescript attire as usual, a long black peasant skirt and a pink cardigan sweater over a white blouse that was buttoned almost to her neck. She still looked radiant, though, her face aglow with a flush that had nothing to do with the brisk February wind. "Come in from the cold, young lady," I called to her, extending my hand, which she took. I led her gingerly into the back seat with me. There was a small picnic basket that separated her body from my own. "I'll bet you didn't know that this park had a catering service, did you?" I pointed to the basket. "You didn't think you'd be summoned out here and not have some goodies provided, did you? Open it." She lifted the lid as if she were opening a jack-in-the-box, expecting something to leap out at her. Instead, what she saw caused her to hold her hand to her mouth in an unsuccessful attempt to stifle a giggle. "Soft pretzels!" she exclaimed, throwing her head back in sarcastic glee. "Yum, my favorite. How did you know?" "I pay attention to detail for things that capture my interest, Karin. But they're not all for you." I admonished. I lifted the pretzels up and displayed a compartment deeper in the basket. Within this hiding place were a package of Fine English water crackers from Williams Sonoma and two different cheeses, a Brie and a Gruyere. "I wanted you to have an option in case you get tired of pretzels every day. Some variety in your life would be good for you, don't you think?" I reached up into the front seat and plucked a strawberry Vitamin Water from a small cooler. "I noticed you always seem to have one of these vitamin drinks on your desk, so I hope you'll find flavor to your liking. Strawberry reminded me of you somehow. I hope I chose wisely?" She clapped her hands together and brushed locks of that enticing golden hair from her eyes. "Oh, you did great. I love it. What a surprise." She looked at me with a mock austere glare. "And you have some of those pretzels, too, kind sir. I insist. What kind of lady would I be if I had them all to myself? I'll just have to sacrifice and have the Brie." She found one of the plastic knives that I had stored in the basket and cut a slice of the cheese and placed it on a wafer. "To what do I owe this honor? And more important, just who wrote that note that was left on my chair this morning?" If I couldn't tell already that her curiosity was peaked, her nipples were betraying her. As she maneuvered about in my back seat, the cardigan fell off of her shoulder slightly, exposing the thin material of her ivory blouse. I had never seen even a hint of her nipples before, but on this frigid day, I had an inkling that it wasn't just the climate that had roused her nubs to stiffness. I munched on a pretzel as I made a face. They still kind of sucked. Oh, well. Within the Washington Metro area, it was truly impossible to locate an honest politician or an edible pretzel. "Jennifer wrote you that note, Karin," I said casually, picking a piece of salt from my bicuspid. "I couldn't take a chance of putting it in my handwriting in case someone else read it. Besides, she wanted to thank you for all the motivation you contributed to the fun she and I had this past weekend." Karin nearly choked on her cheese. "Jennifer?" she squealed incredulously. "Your girlfriend? Excuse me, your married friend-with-benefits, or whatever she is? What did you tell her?" Karin's face contorted in a combination of confusion and horror. Accessorizing Karin "Karin, please, relax," I said calmly, trying to assuage Karin's initial reaction. "It was not intended as a betrayal, not in the least. But maybe I'd better start from the beginning. I didn't tell you everything about Jennifer and me." Karin nibbled on her cracker like a frightened rabbit. "Yes, maybe you should tell me what's going on..." Her voice trailed off and she coiled into the corner of the back seat, farther away from me now. I moved the picnic basket and lifted it into the front seat so that there was no barrier between Karin and myself. I began slowly. "Do you remember how I told you that Jennifer remarked at the Christmas party how beautiful you were?" I leaned over closer to Karin, sitting just about in the middle of the roomy back seat. Karin nodded tentatively. "Yes," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "I was flattered." "And do you remember she also commented on how lonely you seemed to be, that your husband looked like a jerk?" Karin's head bobbed up and down. Her body language loosened up a bit, but she still leaned against the inside of the door. "Yes. She was right on both counts." I edged closer, placing my hand on Karin's knee in an effort to give her some comfort. "Well, that's not all she said when we got to my place that night. You see, Jennifer is what I would call, um, bi-curious." I waited, letting Karin absorb that piece of information, gauging her reaction. Her reaction left me somewhat flabbergasted. "Is she?" Karin asked softly. Her arms, which were wrapped around her chest almost as if she were weaving herself into a self-made cocoon, dropped to her sides. "That doesn't surprise me. I had a feeling. I can usually tell." Stunned, not expecting this, I was legitimately thrown for a loop. "Really? Um, how? How can you tell, Karin?" Karin smiled. Actually, it was more of a leer, a smirk. "Remember how I told you I was a bit of wild child before I was was married, John?" The story of her sucking off two strippers at her bachelorette party was on my mind all weekend. "Oh, yes, Yes, I remember, Karin." It was Karin's turn to inch closer to me now. "Well, I've been with women before, John." My dick, which was relatively well-behaved up to this point, twitched happily in my lap, almost as if to say. "Now, THIS is getting good!" She continued, glancing down at my dick. If her comment was designed to shock, she succeeded. "And I can usually always tell. The way she looked at me, the look in her eyes. Yes, I'm not surprised at all." She placed her own palm that was on her knee. Her voice lowered at least an octave. "So.....," she asked huskily, the lunch treats long forgotten. "....what did Jennifer say? You know, later that night?" Emboldened, and incredibly aroused by this turn of events, my hand eased up Karin's creamy leg, lifting the hem over her knee. "Jennifer asked me if I could imagine inviting you to our bed that night, and......" I hesitated. Karin's own hand lifted the skirt up higher up her other leg. "And what, John? What did she say next?" Her body was now almost pushed against my own. I looked deeply into Karin's eyes. "Sharing you," I said. "She wanted to know if I thought about sharing you. To have a threesome. First I would watch her with you. And then she would watch me with you. And then we would have you together. All night." Karin emitted a soft hum. Her eyes drifted away into the distance. our hands worked as a team, pulling the skirt up to her upper thighs, and her thong, that same thong, came into view. Her legs parted. My eyes darted between Karin's eyes and her lap. "So on Friday, I took Jennifer out to dinner and told Jennifer that you and I had gone, um, shopping on Friday. She asked me if I still had the thong that you had worn and then taken off in front of me." Karin's skirt was now bunched at the waist, her legs fully exposed and spread wide. She pointed to her pussy. Her swollen labia were poking out of the sides of the sheer fabric. I could sense a musky fragrance wafting through the car. "You mean, this thong, John?" My hand dipped to that same spot to where Karin had just gestured. I cupped her mound gently as she moaned, her eyelids fluttering. "Yes, Karin, this thong. This very thong." Karin peeled the thong to one side. A tuft of golden pubes poked out. They were almost lemon in hue, so light that they were almost translucent against her pale skin. "And then what happened, John?" I guided her fingers down into her matted vanilla bush, already soaked with her desire, and together we began to caress her thick folds. "She disappeared into the bathroom for a few moments and when she returned, she was wearing nothing but your thong." Karin began to let out a low guttural groan, the combination of the audible sensor of the erotic story and her flaps being jointly massaged by our fingers. Her breathing was labored now. "And then what? What did you do to her, John?" Karin's voice was a thin rasp. "She crawled up my body, Karin, and Jennifer pulled the thong aside, just like we're doing with the thong on you now." She groaned. I stuffed two fingers into her muff. "And I ate her. I licked her cunt. And she dripped all over my face as she came, Karin." Karin's own pussy pulsed on my fingers, clenching them in her rarely-used muscles. She was on the verge of releasing that volcanic lava that had built up within her cavern for far too long for such a young, beautiful, sex-depraved woman. With my other hand, I reached over and began to pull and twist on her hardened nipples through the sheer cotton of her blouse. I pumped a third finger into her soon-to-erupt twat with the other and continued my story telling. "And after Jennifer rode and came on my face, Karin, I flipped her on her back and fucked her. I fucked her so hard, Karin. And she was screaming , just like you are doing now, Karin. And do you know what I told her, Karin?" Karin couldn't talk now. The veins popped from her neck and she humped my fingers desperately, lifting her ass off the upholstery like a bucking bronco. Her head was suspended straight backwards now, her hair thrashing about wildly. My middle finger, which was deepest in her steamy tunnel, found a mass of spongy flesh on the top wall of her vagina. The g-spot. I wondered how long it had lay dormant. I wiggled that long finger up and into her soft pudding. "I told Jennifer that I was imagining that I was fucking you, Karin." Karin let out a prolonged grunt that echoed throughout the car. Well, it wasn't so much a grunt as it was like an off-key trombone stuck in a wailing screech. Knowing that Karin was equally as turned on by my words as she was the savage digital spelunking she was enjoying, I unloaded the coup de grace. I leaned in close to Karin, nuzzled her earlobe, and whispered, "Then I flopped Jen on her tummy and pulled the thong string out of her buttocks and slow-fucked her tight asshole until I flooded it with my cum, Karin. Wishing it were yours." With that proclamation, Karin wailed with a ferocity that would have echoed along the boulders of the park had the windows been opened. As it was, the car rocked back and forth violently as Karin's body shook in the orgasm that she had eternally been waiting for. Her tight cunt convulsed in continuous spasms as my fingers danced within her with a "come hither' motion, which served to evoke what seemed to be an endless stream of warm, milky ejaculate, soaking the seat in a white foam. Karin's nubile body, just expertly finger-fucked, heaved in strong aftershocks of pleasure every five seconds or so. Reluctantly, I extracted my fingers from her saturated slit and lifted them to first her mouth, and then my own. We shared her juices. Even though I had never tried one of those Vitamin Water beverages, which I heard were quite tasty, I couldn't imagine that they could compete with the sweet nectars spewing from Karin Pulaski's pussy. A thought suddenly hit me as I gazed at Karin's cunt, still yawning and winking. I reached up into the basket and pulled out a piece of soft pretzel, and dipped it into the pool of frothing moisture coating Karin's outer vaginal walls. I rubbed the salty dough around her lips and then popped it into my mouth, savoring the unique condiment. "Now, THAT'S what was missing," I thought to myself. "I may have invented America's next delicacy. A pussy-laced pretzel. Take that, Auntie Anne." I continued to admire Karin's gaping cunt as she tried to slowly catch her breath. She had been almost hyperventilating. Her orgasm, which had probably been bubbling for at least two years, had lasted around five minutes, I estimated. Well worth the wait, I assumed. I'm not sure that Karin was even aware that I spent the next few minutes pulling her skirt back down, smoothing her wrinkled clothing, and generally making sure she was in a presentable condition to return to work. "I'm going to be traveling for the next few days, Karin," I cooed in her ear. "I'll be back on Friday. Let's go shopping again. I know just what I want to buy you." She was beginning to regain her wits and rambled on like a little girl with a list for Santa. "Yes, yes, let's, please. What is it? What will you get for me? I can't wait to model it for you this time." "No, no, be patient, young lady. Good things come to those who wait. Remember, it's not called Victoria's SECRET for nothing." She began to climb out of my car. "Ok. And thanks for lunch. Lunch hour with you these last few days has been very....interesting. Oh, and I have a secret or two for you, too, just to show you I was listening. Though you tried so to distract me." She smiled with the gleam in her eye of an unleashed lioness, her long, blonde mane flowing over the post-orgasmic glow covering her classically beautiful face. "Tell Jennifer that sharing is a good thing. Oh, and I love it in the ass, too. Remember, once a wild child....." The adventures with Karin were just starting.