"Huh?" Startled out of his funk, Jerry stared at her.
"I know it did. There's no use denying it. Being secretary to a man is almost like being married to him. I'll bet I know almost as much about you as your wife does."
Silently, Jerry told himself Diane probably did know more about him than Sue did. In fact almost certainly knew more. Sue had given no indication that she suspected that anything was wrong.
Diane put one soft, warm hand on his thigh.
"Would it help at all to-to tell me about it?" she offered hesitantly, leaning toward him with concern.
Jerry couldn't ignore the way his body heated up from the apparently innocent touch on his thigh. Without thinking he put his hand on tap of hers. Her skin felt soft and smooth and exciting. "I don't think you really want to be burdened with my problems," he answered.
She made no effort to extract her hand. Instead, she shifted closer to him on the couch. His right arm was extended along the back of the sofa, and she was inside its curve now.
She squeezed his thigh. "I don't mind. Really," she assured him.
He knew he couldn't tell her what was really bothering him. He couldn't tell anyone he had been unfaithful to Sue.
Then Jerry made the mistake of meeting Diane's concerned gaze. Her incredibly blue eyes were clouded with concern. Her mouth was pursed invitingly. Her hand was hot on his thigh. Her fine-boned shoulders were excitingly vibrant under his arm. He found himself drawing her closer, drawing her warm, exciting body against his. Her perfume reminded him of something wonderful out of his past, although he couldn't recall exactly what.
The first touch of her lips against his acted like an injection, directly into his bloodstream, of adrenaline and sex hormones. His entire body was flooded with overpowering sexual desire. The dignified office around him vanished in a haze of lust. Nothing existed but the soft warm lips moving excitingly against his, the slender, young, alive body in his arms, and that delectable whiff of haunting perfume.
Diane herself was overwhelmed with long frustrated desire. The conversation on the telephone had been intimate and exciting. But, what was really making her burn with passion was her long-suppressed love for her boss. Working with him almost every day for the past three yes, reaped and admiration had grown to love. She had never, until now, revealed that love to him. She had hidden her burning desire for him, and shown her devotion to him only through her excellent work.
But now, all restraint was gone. She twisted toward Jerry and pressed her lithe young body against his without reservation. Taking the hand that had been on top of hers, she guided it to one of her breasts, pressed his palm against that hot, soft mound. She drove her chest against his hand. Her nipple stiffened and pushed through the soft, satin blouse.
When she felt his fingers tighten on her lush mound, she released his wrist, confident he would keep possession of her breast. She put her hand back on his thigh, higher up, and slid it toward his crotch. She encountered a mammoth lump under his trousers and traced its outline with her finger.
The man was huge. Her body blazed with desire at the thought of having that monster cock jammed into it.
Jerry was drowning in the total experience of Diane Carter. The delectable feel of her body against his was fantastic, a combination of softness and hardness, hollow and curves and warmths that all boiled with sex. Her clean, fresh scent enveloped his head and sent his mind spinning. She tasted as crisp and warm and exciting as she felt and smelled. He gently explored her mouth with his tongue, probing and searching into every crevice, marveling at the velvet brushing of her tongue against his.
When she had taken his hand and guided it to her breast, he had been totally unable to resist her.
When he had felt that hot mound under his palm, he had known instantly she was not wearing a bra. That living flesh, separated from his hand by a single thin layer of cloth, sent his senses into a tailspin. The feel of her nipple, hard with desire, drilling at his palm, had been enough to make his fingers close instinctively on that warm, soft globe. He felt the way he had as a teenager, the first time he had ever touched a girl's tits. He couldn't believe it was possible for anything to be so soft and so exciting.
Then she was caressing his prick through his trousers. Jerry was afraid he was going to come right in his pants from Diane's feathery exploration of his cock. He could feel hat liquid oozing from his prick. His body was knotted with a blazing lust he was totally unable to control.
Without his even thinking about it, his hand left her breast and searched for the buttons down the front of her blouse. There were only three of them, and they slid through the buttonholes as if they were anxious to escape. Then Diane's breasts were bared to his touch and he grabbed one of them. It felt immense. It was a magnificent thrusting mound of female flesh, soft and satiny, warm and alive, obediently molding itself to his pressing palm and gripping fingers. There was a pebble-hard lump digging at his palm, an exciting, excited nipple reaching for all the stimulation he could give it.
Finally breaking the kiss, Jerry looked at what his hand had gathered in. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of the most magnificent pair of tits he had ever seen. Diane's blouse was spread wide open. Her breasts were gorgeous, heavy and full and round and firm. Her areolas formed volcano-like cones, and were capped with neat, cylindrical nipples, which were thrusting and engorged with lust. Her breasts were milky white, flawless except for one mole, placed like a beauty mark on the inner curve of one globe, an inch from her nipple. That one dark dot served to emphasize and accent the pale perfection of her flesh.
Sitting inside the curve of Jerry's arm, Diane posed unashamedly for him. While he gazed at her tits with unconcealed admiration, Diane undid her cufflinks, simple gold ones he had given her one Christmas. He had said they were a bonus for all the unpaid overtime she had put in. For her, they had been much, much more. Now, at least, she was presenting herself to him the way she had wanted to for a long, long time. Slipping her arms out of the sleeves of her blouse, she let it fall off onto the couch.
While he feasted his eyes on her bare torso, she teased the knot of his necktie loose, then slid his suit jacket back off his shoulders and helped him out of it. Carefully, she draped it over the arm of the couch. Then she unbuttoned the front of his shirt to bare his powerful tanned chest and its sprinkling of curly blond hair.
In a few minutes he was as bare above the waist as she was. Then she was in his arms again, and he felt her warm flesh against his, her soft breasts pressing into his hard chest. He felt as if they were Adam and Eve, first discovering their bodies after tasting the forbidden fruit.
And this we forbidden fruit. He knew it was forbidden. But there was no way in the world he could stop now. His lust was searing through him like boiling lead. His hands roamed wildly over the sleek expense of her naked back, brushing over her soft skin, feeling the graceful fine lines of her bones under her flesh, the rippling play of her graceful, feminine muscles as she hugged him. Their mouths welded together in a second searing, sucking kiss.
She squirmed in his arms like a trapped animal. The delicate writhing mashed her skin against his, scraped her nipples along his hairy chest. She was as sinuous as a snake as she writhed in his grasp. She made him feel vibrantly alive from his head to his toes, more aware of his nerve endings than he would ever have believed possible.
When she pushed away from him, his heart nearly stopped with terror. He was too far gone now. If she tried to deny him what he wanted, what he needed, he knew he would have no choice but to take it, forcefully. He was no longer entirely human, and he knew it.