7 comments/ 69518 views/ 33 favorites Friends, Lovers and Much More By: Dinsmore He was making the rounds of the office Christmas party attending to the needs of the employees. He was not the senior person present but he was the unofficial host since he had put the gathering together. He found Susan retrieving her mid-thigh length rabbit fur jacket from the coat closet. "Hey Susan! Are you leaving? Is there anything I can do for you?" Susan did not work for him but they consulted often. She was an absolute wiz at her job, so much so that the corporation had flown her around to all of its offices to train her counterparts. She was also the motivation for numerous bulges in the pants of men who visited the office. It had been the same for those who had to work around Susan everyday, but they had gotten over it. She was so blasted sharp and efficient that one could not forget but at least get used to her raw sex appeal. Susan was cute rather than beautiful. Her innate eroticism came as much from the way she carried her self---her style---rather than simply from her physical attributes. She certainly had a body that turned heads. She wore no makeup and had a full head of light brown curls that probably had never felt a curling iron. He had overheard her telling some other women in the break room that she washed it every day and just let it dry. Wide set brown eyes and a slightly turned up nose completed the picture above the neck. She had a wicked little smile---almost lascivious---but eminently playful---if she liked you or if your actions pleased her. Tonight she was wearing a teal blue silk evening dress cut just above the knees. Her heels would have been beyond the limit of graceful balance for most women, easily adding several inches to her height and giving her an almost statuesque appearance. The pumps perfectly tightened her exceptional calves making an already long legged woman appear more so. Her small, firm breasts were sensually caressed by the fine silk brocade. The understated turquoise jewelry was in perfect harmony. Sadly, the sumptuous fur she had just donned in preparation for the harsh New England winter winds concealed her most charming asset. In his opinion---and in the opinion of ever man who had ever seen her—Susan had a behind to die for. It was reminiscent of the old joke, "You hate to see her leave but you love to watch her go". Standing still it was a great butt. When she purposefully perambulated around the office in the efficient performance of her duties it became something more as her sumptuous young thighs and muscular young hips worked in perfect sync. While Susan's physical attributes and sassy manner spoke of sex and often prompted regrettably suggestive comments from the men she encountered, no one that he was aware of had ever tapped her treasures. She could deflate a rising boner with parsimonious verbiage. Make a pass and expect a put down. It will be quick, sharp and just a little painful. Most men learned not to try that tact on a second occasion. He had never made a pass or suggestive comment. He was as obsessed with this young woman as any other man but he always kept it under wraps. They had become friends---work friends. He treated her respectfully just as he treated everyone else in the office---particularly the attractive young women like Susan. She had over time found more excuses to consult with him. She would often stop by his office to chat about some upcoming project. He doubted that she really needed his input or assistance. He had become very happy that she had chosen to request it. Five minutes chatting with Susan put a smile on the entire day, no matter how rotten it had been or might become. "Is there anything I can do for you?" He had asked. She had responded immediately. "Bill, if your little wife wasn't here I could come up with several suggestions." This was completely uncharted territory. Her response had hit him like a Mack truck. It wasn't a subtle pass, it was a clearly expressed invitation. Had she had a couple of drinks and said something she would regret Monday morning? He was close enough to her to note no smell of booze on her breath. He drink glass appeared to be filled with soda. He recovered his senses and decided to respond in kind. "Susan, let's get hypothetical for a moment. If my annoying little wife suddenly disappeared, what sort of actions would you pursue?" Quickly glancing around to ensure that they were alone in the cloak room, Susan moved in quickly, kissing his lips and probing his mouth with her talented tongue. Still holding her drink in one hand, she allowed the other hand to drop to his groin and softly stroked his now engorged organ. "Do you really want me to tell you, or would rather just let your imagination run wild?" Susan replied, ending the kiss and stepping back to a respectable distance before others entered the room. "My imagination is already racing; why don't you fill in the blanks for me." Susan moved to his side so that she could speak into his ear at a level that only he would be able to hear. Anyone passing them, knowing that both had virtuous reputations as it applied to office romance might have assumed they were simply talking about work things. Susan's words brought him to the verge of delirium. "I like to begin by sucking my man's cock. It relieves the tension and ensures that he'll be able to do himself proud later on. Your cock felt very nice---hard, long and fat---the way I like 'em. Is your little wifey a good cock sucker? She couldn't be as good as I am. I'm the best there is." "No Susan, in ten years of marriage she has yet to give a decent blow job. I supposed you'd expect me to return the oral favor?" He said, getting into the lewd exchange. "If you didn't I'd kick your ass out. Do you like eating pussy, Bill? Do you think you could service my wet little quim to my satisfaction?" "I've received good reviews in that area over the years. And yes, I'd love to make you cum with my mouth." "So Bill, what happens then? Assuming a nice long tongue bath of my hard little clit, I'm hoping you'd be ready for the next event." "Your ass, baby. I really want to kiss your ass." Kiss it, Bill? Whatever do you mean?" "I want to rim your tight little crinkle with my mouth and fuck your tender little hole with my hard tongue." "What else do you want to put in there, Bill? Your fingers---your stiff cock? Are you an anal freak, Bill? Do you want to sodomize me, Bill? Do you want to ravage my luscious little butt with your big cock?" She took a sip of her drink. "If you make my pussy happy---and if you can get it up again---I'll let you do my back door---fair enough?" "I have remarkable recovery powers, Susan. Don't promise something you don't plan to deliver." "I was counting on it Bill. But, since your little wife is in the picture, I think we're both just talking here---as hot as the talk has been. I've never seen a hint of your dark side before; I like it---a lot." It was time to call her bluff. "Susan, tomorrow mornings, Saturday, I'll be dropping my wife and two children off at Logan at 7:00 AM. She's taking the kids and going to her folks for two weeks---probably longer. We don't have a lot of sex. I already told you she can't suck cock. Her pussy isn't very tight and she hasn't let me in her ass in a very long time. Last week my neighbor and I caught our respective wives in a very erotic sixty-nine. Pamela and I have been drifting apart for years—staying together for the children." Susan responded with a mixture of surprise and contemplation. This was more than just fucking around with a married man who had no intention of leaving his wife. Bill was the only man she had met had in quite a while that she seriously wanted to slip between the sheets with. A relationship---other than purely carnal---was never remotely in her plans. If divorce was on the front burner, that made Bill ultimately unattached and available. Maybe she needed to back off. She liked this man and he obviously liked her. They respected each other and had become friends over the almost two years they had worked together. She could fall for him and vice versa. That could be messy. She was looking for a fuck not a husband. "Susan, you know where I live. You came to the party I had at my house a couple of months ago. It's no more than ten or fifteen minutes from your house. I'm going to cook breakfast for two---plates on the table at 9:00 AM. If our recent conversation was something more than face to face phone sex---join me for breakfast. What do you say?" As the room had cleared she again moved in and kissed him. It was a wet, warm, soft and probing kiss. She ran her hands over his tight buttocks. He was only eight years older than she was. Their back grounds, their education and their socioeconomic status were very different. She was always in control. She would sleep on it. She was pretty sure she'd fuck him---and then make it clear that it didn't go beyond a simple screw. "Let me sleep on it. I'll call you by 9:00 AM if I'm not going to be there." Susan kissed Bill again, very quickly and left the building. Bill went back to gather his annoying wife and head home for another night in the guest room. At least he could jerk off in there with no fear of interruption. With the vision of Susan's amazing body filling his senses he wouldn't need a magazine to become aroused. His wife started to get amorous on the ride home. A combination of too much alcohol, guilt and some last desperate attempt to save the long ago dead marriage had her stroking his cock in the car. Maybe she was just horny since the neighbor's wife had left for a similar hiatus to the one in her future a week earlier. His wife was an attractive woman. She came easily when he ate her sweet pussy. What the fuck, he thought to himself. I've got a boner that won't go away. After he drove the sitter the few short houses down the street to her home he returned to find his still reasonably appealing wife naked on the guest room bed, stroking her clit with one hand as she lewdly spread her fat labia with the other. She wouldn't try to suck his cock; they'd both long since given up on that. She had nice tits, maybe he'd just jerk off on them; she didn't like cum on her face but got motivated by a good tittie fuck. He was not interested in her pussy; she was one of those women who just would lie there as if to say, "Aren't you done yet?" His conversation with Susan had him harder than he had been in a long time. His wife of ten years had once tolerated, and then come to enjoy having her little sphincter opened up. She'd always needed a few drinks to give up her ass, but once he got inside her canal she'd moan and buck like a bitch in heat, often cumming when he did---albeit with a little finger work of her own. Her little back hole was made to have a cock in it. She'd never complained of initial pain, didn't need lubrication past a little saliva and quickly could adapt to the invasion. She gotten involved in some radical woman's group and had decided that anal sex was all about male domination. That had been several years before. As if reading his mind, she thrust her average ass forward exposing her crinkled little entrance and began to lewdly work the tip of a finger inside the tight passage. She was going to give up her most interesting hole. He didn't really care why. "Do you want me to fuck you?" He was going to make her ask for it. "Where do you want it Pamela? Tell me were you want this cock." He said as he removed the last of his clothing. "I want you to fuck me. You can fuck me anyway---anywhere---you want to. I know you, you sick mother fucker. I know where you want to put your stiff prick." "Ask for it Pamela, or go back to your bedroom. Tell me---no beg me." "In my ass, Bill. In my ass. Fuck me up the ass. I want it there." With few preliminaries, he moved up on his knees between her obscenely spread thighs. He placed the head of his cock at the entrance to the intended orifice. As the head passed through the minimal resistance of her anal barrier, he slowly jammed his tool to its limit. This was hardly a love fuck. He wanted to get off. Her buttery insides ensured that outcome. He expected to cum quickly. It had been several years since he had enjoyed his wife's tight little hole---or any other woman's for that matter. He was thinking of Susan. He lasted far longer than he had expected---longer than he had wanted to. He lasted more than long enough to get his soon to be former wife over the edge, and quite probably longer than she wanted him to once she had been satisfied. She had the, "hurry up and get it over with" look. As he felt his juice rising, he pulled out of her behind and jerked the massive load that had accumulated for a couple of weeks all over her face. She hated that; this was quite probably the first time he had intentionally done so in ten years---and would certainly be the last time. As her mouth opened in surprise he jammed the head of his cock inside ignoring the grating abrasion of her teeth. "Clean it cunt." He said, with a total absence of emotion. She made a half assed effort before releasing his cock, turning her head, rolling off the bed and rushing out of the room. He was pretty sure that they would never fuck in any manner ever again. After she left tomorrow, lawyers would do the talking. He hoped they could keep it amiable for the sake of the children. She had admitted that her attraction to members of the same sex had become her dominant sexual motivation. She had a good education and almost as good a job as he did. The divorce would occur in a state that treated fathers with more respect than many did. The failure of the nuptials had never been angry; they didn't hate each other and probably could under the right circumstances be friends. It was a very conservative state and she had cheated---and cheated with another woman. Any decent divorce attorney would tell her to work it out to her best advantage and not expect a judge to be particularly sympathetic---in a state that still had laws on the books against any form of homosexual activity. Hell, what they had just done was illegal. There was no expectation that either of them would get hosed. She loved their two kids and knew that he was a very good father. She would not do something stupid that might harm them---nor would he. As Bill returned to the house the next morning he thought about what the day might bring. He did all the prep work necessary but decided not to cook anything until the phone rang. He absolutely knew the phone would ring. It had just been talk. Susan was not coming. He was wrong. At five minutes passed nine, he heard the soft tap on the kitchen door at the side of the house. Other than the evening dress she had worn the night before, Bill had never seen Susan in anything other than business attire---office casual had not been invented yet. She was not dressed for seduction but with her supple young frame it would have been impossible to garb her in anything that hid the delicious bumps and curves of her young body. "What's on the breakfast menu, chief?" She said, flashing her perfect smile and tossing her natural curls. "I'm taking orders right now; you get to choose." They both decided on an omelet with everything but the kitchen sink. It was cold in New England at this time of year. Susan was wearing jeans, not poured into them but jeans that perfectly displayed his most favorite feature, her sumptuous little back side. Her top was a soft cashmere sweater, bra-less he thought; the supple fabric clung to the contour of her perfect little breasts. As they sat down to enjoy the feast that they had worked together to prepare, Susan fixed her gaze on him with those soft brown eyes. She was not the seductress this morning. The smile was not her usual sassy bordering on wicked. She looked younger than he had recalled. "I almost called to cancel." She began. "I've been freezing my little butt off at the pay phone at the Speedy Mart down the street. I'm pretty sure what we're thinking about doing here is not very smart---but I never turn down free breakfast." "Talk to me Susan. Blame last evening on alcohol, if you like. Look, we like each other. We respect each other. We amuse each other. I enjoy having you as my friend. Like every other man on the face of the earth I'd love to jump your bones." "Well, that's the heart of the problem---not the jumping my bones part---I'm sure I'd very much enjoy that. Once we do that we cross a very major bridge---it's hard to go back." Her tone changed as she became more serious. "Look, Bill, I like you---I like you a lot. You've never made a pass at me---it was like throwing down the gauntlet. I just had to get your dick hard at least once. I believe I succeeded. It was easier when I thought you were unavailable---married---than it became when you dropped that bomb shell." She paused to take a bite of food and continued. "Bill." She said softly. "I'm not looking for a husband, let alone a relationship. Relationships get messy. My track record in that department is abysmal. I don't work for you, but we do work together. I have a bad feeling that if we jumped in the sack and did the nasty, things would change at the office. Then we'd want to do it again and then again---and that smells an awful lot like a relationship." "Are you ever planning to get married---have a family---Susan?" "Sure. When I'm thirty, two years from now, I'll pursue that possibility seriously. What are you, thirty-six? Yea, I think you told me." She returned to the omelet. "So, if I realized that I had serious designs on you, wanted to have a relationship with you---or more---I should just come back in two years and take my place in line?" Letting her control slip just for an instant, Susan responded. "If you were still interested by then, I'd probably give you a low number---move you up near the front of the line." She was back in control again. "Hell you don't even know if I'm any good in bed? Suppose I'm a crappy piece of ass? You make four times what I do. You work for a salary---I get paid by the hour. I went to junior college then completed my degree at a community college in night school. You have an education---and an MBA---from one of the top schools in the nation. My parents are as blue collar as two people can be---yours are probably professionals." It was his turn. "It took me ten years to get that education, most of it in night school under the GI Bill. My parents were neither white collar nor blue collar. My dad owned a farm and taught school. My mother sold real estate and ran a little marginal gift shop. What I make versus what you make has no relationship whatsoever to our respective value to our company. If you weren't there tomorrow the place would crumble. If I wasn't there, they'd promote someone to take my place and few would notice any change." He paused to sip his coffee, then continued. "Look, Susan. I'm not looking for a wife at the moment---I've still got one that I need to get rid of. It should be reasonably amiable but these things tend to take a few months to work out and become official. I'm not looking for a part time mommy for my kids. Pamela and I will not be doing anything to hurt them. Am I looking for something---ultimately---that looks, smells and feels like a relationship? Hell yes! Would I like that relationship to be with someone I like and respect? Damned right. Would it help if she was a hot little minx that fucked my brains out night and day? It sure as hell wouldn't hurt." "You're a dangerous, dangerous man, Bill. You're cute as hell and one of the really good guys in this world. I could fall for you very easily. You're already falling for me, I can feel it. If we get physical, it's just going to get worse." "Or better." He said interrupting. Friends, Lovers and Much More "Or better? I don't know. When I've gotten serious about some one I just seem to screw it up. We start as friends and then end up hating each other." "Okay, Susan, there are several ways we can do this. You can finish your eggs, give me a sweet peck on the cheek, go home and we'll see each other Monday morning as we always do---and be friends. We can pass on the hot sweaty weekend long fuck that I was counting on and just see each other---go out together, date---see if there's something there. We can fuck ourselves silly and then try our best to neither fall in love nor let it screw up our friendship. Or, my favorite option---we do it all. We fuck our brains out this weekend, we see each other on a regular basis---and we keep it cool and collected at the office. What do you think?" "You really want to get in my jeans, don't you, Bill?" "Very much. But not if that means that either our friendship or the potential for something special is jeopardized. I can't sit here and promise not to fall in love with you but I will promise never to do anything to hurt you." Susan got up from her chair and moved to Bill, sitting in his lap and kissing him softly. "Well, now I understand why you make the big bucks---it's those amazing analytical skills. You're a hell of a salesman---you sold me on the final option." As they feverishly undressed each other a few minutes later in the mid morning sun light both were trembling in anticipation. As he saw his lover in all of her young nakedness for the first time he almost gasped. Nothing had prepared him for the pure sex that her lithe young form exuded. She was more than a vision of loveliness. She was that perfect and complete package of exciting womanhood that he knew he could not resist. Susan and Bill explored each others muscular frames for what seemed like hours. He wanted to know every inch of this amazing woman as he became almost euphoric in the discovery of her charms. The heady musk of her closely cropped, almost delicate pussy pulled him down. It was as if a force was pulling him to her treasures. She gasped as his mouth touched her outer lips and his tongue began to explore the treasures inside. Bill's urgent need to please this special young woman, this special friend was all consuming. As he hungrily consumed her sweet nectar he found her special spot and caressed it with his lips and tongue. His hunger to please her tempered with the gentleness he knew was needed bore fruit surprisingly quickly. As Susan came with a long, groaning growl, he continued his oral efforts. She came a second time, gasping for breath as he earnestly worked her sweet little quim to their mutual pleasure. Susan and Bill didn't fuck immediately. They held each other tightly, softly making love to each others eyes and lips. Susan reached down and softly stroked his almost painfully hard erection. "I think we got out of order with the plan from last night. That was amazing. The best---the best ever. I wish I could put it into words better. Let me show you my appreciation with actions instead." Susan scooted down the bed and engulfed Bill's cock in her wet, warm mouth. Bill almost came instantly. The astounding heat and wetness of her mouth on his shaft was like nothing he had ever experienced. He chose to remain still and allow Susan to suck his cock at her own pace in her own unique way. As she took him deeply in her mouth he felt his own public hair resting on her lips. She held his cock like that for several seconds, then withdrew all but the bulbous helmet, which she lovingly bathed with her tongue. Slowly she began to move her head up and down, taking him deep in her throat and then working her talented tongue over the tip on the up stroke. Her pace increased as she looked into his eyes with a growing hunger for his hot seed. Out of a bad habit developed over many years with his soon to be former wife who despised the taste of cum he almost told her how close he was. As he noted her increased efforts to bring him over the top he knew that she had felt his dick harden and didn't need to be told that he would soon flood her throat. As he creamed in her mouth he yelled out in sheer ecstasy. Her moans became more urgent as her demand for his essence became more than a hunger---as if she would perish without all of his special fluid inside her own body. He repositioned himself so as not too lose the loving ministrations of her mouth but so that he could stroke her steamy cunt. With his slowly deflating prick still in her mouth she came quickly from his fingers on her slippery slit. When she knew she had drained him, she released his cock and smiled. Before she could speak he pulled her to him and probed her supple mouth with his lips and tongue tasting his own maleness. "You wouldn't care to rate that blow job on a scale of one to ten, would you Bill?" He slapped her fine young back side playfully in response to her irreverence. "I think you may have just set the official standard for all blow jobs in the future---anywhere on earth." Adopting a more salacious tone as he softly stroked her slippery labia he continued. "Darling, you were born to suck my cock." Susan laughed. "Bill, yours may be the most enjoyable one I've ever sucked. Thank you for coming in my mouth---and not ruining it by telling me---or trying to fuck my face. I enjoy making love---I enjoy fucking. It has to be fun and playful. So, if you ever get really silly and tell me you love me in the heat of the moment---as men tend to do---just take the edge off by telling me what a hot, nasty, talented little cock sucker I am. You know I'm all business at work---but when I've got a nice hard cock in my mouth, I become a gluttonous little slut. You've always treated me with respect at work---between the sheets treat me like your own personal little fuck toy and we'll get along just fine." Bill considered her words. He wasn't ready, physically for the next event---but would be very soon. "Is that what happened in those other relationship you think you screwed up?" He asked softly. "She smiled. "You're pretty damned perceptive. I can be a no-nonsense, hard driving, take no prisoners person at work. I expect---I demand---to be respected for what I do. When I'm naked in a man's arms I just want to ball---and have a hell of a lot of fun doing it. Bill, there's work, there's screwing and there's romance. For me, there's a clear divide between each of them. And from what I feel down there in your nether region it time for you to fuck me." It became obvious to both Bill and Susan that it was time to fuck. With few preliminaries he moved between her perfect young thighs and began to tease her outer lips. He worked just the head of his bulbous tool into her moist little slit. Her perfect hips moved in response to his shallow stroke. As she gazed into his eyes and they smile at each other they both knew at the same instant that it was time for Bill to drive his hardened implement deep inside her. As their public bones touched they lay motionless for several minutes. The tight steamy embrace of her birth canal was like nothing he had ever experienced. They wrapped their arms around each other reveling in the sense of total and complete coupling which they had achieved. Susan liked to fuck; she liked the fullness of a nice cock in her cunt. She adored the hot sweaty experience of an animalistic screw. For the first time in memory, she just wanted to have this special man's dick shoved inside her as far as it would go, as if she owned it---as if she had captured it and could keep it forever. She worked her trained and talented vaginal muscles, grasping and releasing his organ. "I'm going to cum if you keep that up." Bill said quietly. "Yes. Yes, Bill—I want you to. Don't move---don't pull out, don't do anything but leave your cock right where it is. Let me. Let me do it." It was unlike anything Bill had ever experienced, somehow both intensely erotic but also deliriously special and tender. As Susan worked her incredibly skilled fuck muscles, Bill came. It was unlike any orgasm in his memory. It was the first time he could recall being so intently focus on his own cock, actually feeling the pleasure build and explode. He sobbed in sheer ecstasy as his load spurted deep in Susan precious womanhood. To his delight, Susan continued to massage his cock with her special muscles and she came shortly there after kissing his mouth fervently and sobbing in release. "Don't say a word, Bill. I've never done anything like that before. It was almost biblical. It was as if I could feel every millimeter of your dick inside me. That was far more than just a screw. That was the most sublime experience I've ever had. I just needed to stop you from saying something playful or irreverent—which is what I normally like to hear after I cum. You are a very dangerous man." "Thanks for reading my mind, sweet Susan. It was like nothing I could have dreamed of." A weekend that began with the potential for some serious, sweaty copulation became more than either expected. In essence, Bill's cock and one of Susan's holes were occupied almost continuously. They coupled every time Bill got it up, which was, to Susan's delight, more often then with any other man she had ever slept with. Susan's ass. That fabulous ass that all men coveted. Assuming that their salacious repartee the night of the Christmas party might have been over the top, Bill did not make a move on her fine little fanny until she took the initiative. There carnal escapades while heated and lusty had become more loving with each encounter. They were falling for each other---neither could honestly deny it. "Kiss my ass!" Susan exclaimed. "I was promised, as you may recall, some serious oral diddling of my fine little rump. Pay up my talented tongued friend." Susan said, rolling onto her knees and presenting her delightful posterior for Bill's inspection and servicing. Gently stroking her slick little slit with his finger, Bill proceeded to lavish his affection on her private hole with his lips and tongue. The soft rolling motion of her satiny butt clearly told him he was on the right track. Susan rolled on her side and reached back and spread her luscious cheeks in invitation. Bill gently probed her tightest opening with his fingers lavishing it with lubrication. He coated his shaft with the slippery stuff and lined up with her little brown target. "Wait!" Susan exclaimed. Bill paused in his pursuit of her tight little hole. "Okay, so I was a little bit full of it the other night. I've only tried this once before---and it wasn't very pleasant. Now's your chance to prove what you said Saturday morning---that you'll never do anything to hurt me. That one other time it hurt like hell. I want to give you my tender little back side more than I've ever wanted to give anyone---any man---anything. I'm scared." "We don't have to do this, baby." "Yes we do. You are the most caring lover I've ever known. I trust you---I'm just not the anal professional I might have let on." As Bill inserted the head of his tool passed her tight muscle, Susan gasped. He knew there had been a burning sensation. He took his time as he slipped a millimeter at a time into her velvety canal. He was very gentle; not once did she have to tell him to stop. As she accepted the fullness he moved under and was facing her as he needed to be. "I think what we're doing is illegal in this state. You done good, chief! There wasn't any real pain, a little burn and the fullness was weird, but it got better---really, really, better! Once you got passed my ring, you were in totally virgin territory. No man had actually fucked my little butt before---and certainly no man has ever cum deep in my ass---as I'm assuming you intend to do. I'm fine now. Back to fun and playful. I'm your little---anal---fuck toy again. Ball me baby, have your way with me." Bill began a slow gentle motion nuzzling her taut young breasts and alternately making love to her face. He wanted to cum quickly in spite of their marathon of carnal excess. Susan reached down and fondled his balls softly which helped ensure a speedy result. As she felt the warm fluid bath the walls of her very private cavity her mouth flew open in surprise. She had, for the first time in her life felt a man cum inside her. Combined with her own finger work at the appropriate spot it brought her off once again. They collapsed in each others arms both again recognizing that something very special was happening to them. Susan walked toward Bill's office with some trepidation early Monday morning. They had been working on a project together and she needed his input. She tapped lightly on his open door. "Susan!" He exclaimed, leaving his desk and taking her hand---as he always did. "Did you have a nice weekend? How can I help you?" She could have kissed him---or worse---on the spot. He got it. It was a charade, but one she desperately needed---for now. Susan did not work for Bill. No rules prohibited them from dating. They'd had the sex---it had been earth shattering for both of them. She still had the respect she wanted and expected at work. When he asked her out on a date the first time, he made no secret about it. She accepted with a smile and a blush. She had never agreed to go out on a date with anyone in the office. A few tongues wagged. Both of them were liked and respected. The typical response was, "what a nice couple they would make". A few of the men verged on broken hearted. Bill's divorce got tied up quicker than expected---just under three months. It was a Friday when the final decree had been signed. He had asked Susan to dinner to celebrate that Friday a few days earlier. Susan had kept her house. She owned it outright and just wasn't the kind of girl to move in with a guy. She spent far more nights at Bill's than she ever did at her own home. This was a special celebration. When Bill picked Susan up for dinner he was speechless at her youthful elegance. She looked and carried herself like every bit the lady she was. As she stepped into his car she pondered their time together. They had known each other for almost exactly two years and had been friends---good friends---for much of that time. They had been dating for slightly under three months---and fucking each others brains out for exactly that length of time. Other than the two people who had brought her into this world there wasn't a human being on earth she cared for more than Bill. He had met her parents. They were very fond of him too. She had traveled to his home in Pennsylvania to meet his mom and dad. They were just regular people, not terribly different from her family. She liked him---a lot. She respected him and was his friend. In bed they were like a perfectly tuned orchestra. They'd spoken of marriage---not the potential of their own marriage—but what a marriage should be. They'd spoken of children and were on the same script. She loved his kids and they had accepted her. Even his ex-wife had not been the ogre she had expected. Pamela was living with her former neighbor's wife; they were obviously very happy together. More and more it had become painful to be separated from him. They'd allowed an edge of the office charade to fall as it became public knowledge that they were seeing each other. They'd had some disagreements—even a fight or two. It was, more than anything, her pushing back against the growing realization that this guy was that special one. When she had been completely irrational and unreasonable, he had been patient. They chatted through dinner at a restaurant that had become a special place for both of them; they'd gone there on their first date. Their tastes in so many things were very compatible. Their debates or arguments over things they disagreed on never escalated to anger. Their sharp and irreverent senses of humor so often defused their ire. Tonight was the night. Never say it in bed, never during sex---not the first time. Lust is lust. Love is love. It was a romantic thought----this was a romantic evening. She knew in her heart that it was time. She took his hands in hers, gazed into his big blue eyes, smiled and started to speak. "I love you." She said, shocked to realize that Bill had uttered the same three words almost simultaneously. To the amusement of the nearby diners, they both left their respective chairs and shared a long, wet special kiss as the poor waiter tried to approach to take their desert order. As they settled back in their places, Bill spoke. "Would you consider moving that two year time table up just a little bit? Two years is an awful long time to wait to marry the woman I love and want to spend the rest of my life with." "Are you asking me to marry you?" Susan said playfully. "I am about to---but I'm not that excited about an almost two year engagement. I need a little flexibility here---on your part." "Okay---just so you understand that I don't bend my rules for just anyone." She coyly responded. Before she realized it, Bill was at her side, on his knees with a diamond ring in his hand, gently slipping it on her finger as he gave the sweetest proposal any woman could have asked for. She accepted without hesitation crying with joy as she realized what a very lucky little girl she was. "I stopped by to see your mom and dad last night---swore them to secrecy. They're pretty excited. They're sort of hoping for a June wedding if we can pull it together in three months. What do you think?" "Works for me, chief---works for me." Susan replied holding Bill's head against her breast. "Where are you taking me for our honeymoon?" She added playfully. "Anywhere in the world you want to go my special lady. Anywhere in the world as long as you're there with me" "Are you going to try to knock me up on our honeymoon?" "With any luck, almost constantly." "I was hoping you'd say that."