Her name was Sasha. She had joined the firm recently and I soon had the hots on her. She was short, hardly coming to my shoulder. Her face was good looking rather than beautiful. It had too much personality for it to be really feminine. She had small straight hair that was mostly pulled back in a ponytail. Her usual dress was tight jeans that showed off her firm muscled thighs, loose open neck t-shirt that gave enticing glimpses of her smooth shoulders and golden hoops on her ears. She had small firm boobs but big wide buttocks. Whenever she bend down I could see a black spot in the cleavage between her breasts and I badly wanted to touch the spot. Nature obviously intended her to be a mother.
She was neither witty, nor talkative. She was to the point and rarely smiled although her face was always pleasant. But in spite of all this I felt her to be very sexy and desirable. And I always felt happy in her company. As though she was cracking a joke a minute. And I forgot the time as though she had me enthralled in gripping conversation. She had a great deal of common sense and was rational in almost all she did. She was traditional and conservative. She was the type who smelt the roses and heard the wedding bells but I was not sure whether I was ready for the commitment. I would have loved to make love to her but was afraid to. I didn’t want to play on her emotions. So I generally kept aloof until that evening.
We were alone in the office working together on the computer. For once instead her of her usual jeans she was wearing a knee length skirt and the sight of her bare calf and glimpses of her thighs was playing on my libido. I knew she was very conscious of me. Her rational mind wanted her to move away from me. But the work meant she had to sit near me. On a sudden impulse I decided to make a move on her. I moved a bit so that my shoulder pressed her boobs. She gave a faint gasp but didn’t move. She sat there unmoving while we continued with the work. As though absent mindedly I began caressing her free hand which was lying on the table. She tried to remove it, and I held it with one hand while with the other worked on the fingers, palm, the wrist. The work stopped but the atmosphere became charged. The again I put my palm on her thighs, working her skirt up. By now she knew what I was doing was deliberate and she tried to wriggle free. I looked at her scared face but found that mixed with fear there was excitement on her face which gave me the courage to continue. I held her thigh down with one hand and with the other slowly pushed her panties down and pushed a finger into her pussy. She went still. It was rather moist and when I started tickling her g spot she gave a shudder and closed her eyes. As she did that I pushed a side of her t -shirt down off her shoulders and moved aside her bra to open her now rigid nipples to my mouth. Her eyes were still closed as I continued the double attack - the one with the hand on the pussy and the mouth on her smooth, firm, round, small boobs.
I was sure her rational part didn’t want it.
“Do you want me to continue?” I asked.
“No” she gasped.
“OK, I will stop this” I said. At that she opened her eyes wide. Eyes full of lust. She looked into my eyes. Her only answer was her hands coming down to caress my erect cock through the fabric of my jeans.
Soon we were feverishly undressing each other. I gasped at the beauty of her figure, she at the size of my penis. Both of us didn’t want to wait. I started entering her until I realised that she was a virgin. I waited for a bit then took special care before entering her slowly. As I entered her I kissed her deeply. She stiffened a little as her membrane broke. But soon was enjoying the feelings as I slammed in and out of her. Both of us came at the same time. I collapsed on to her and she put her arm around me to cling on tightly.
After sometime I got up and cleaned both of us with my underwear. Then we put on our dress.
“Well, I stay in my own flat. Are you coming with me?”
“No. I don’t have my dress”
“We will go to your flat and get it”
“No, just drop me off at my place, please”
I dropped her off at her place. But for the first time when I reached home it felt empty. I badly felt like holding on to Sasha. With a pillow for company with difficulty I drifted off to sleep.
The next evening I said
“The offer is still open”
“Is that advisable?”
“Leave it or take it. Are you coming with me?”
“Yes, I will”
“OK, then we will get your dress from your flat”
“Don’t worry, I have already brought it”
“What” I said astounded
Her face turned dark red and she averted her eyes.
“I cannot be rational when you are around. I know that what I am doing is not right. But I just cannot help it and I don’t want to stop it”
I was aghast at her feelings for me. I wanted to take care of her for the rest of her life and mine. And I wanted to ensure that nobody ever hurt her including me.
That night we made love more leisurely. I worked my way down every inch of the way. I kissed the smooth shoulder that had tempted me so much. Also the dark mole on the cleavage of her breasts. Suddenly I remembered something. From the refrigerator I took a cup of ice cream which I proceeded to smear on her small firm boobs. She gasped and shivered at the cold. Then I proceeded to lick her dry. Not to be outdone she smeared some on my cock and sucked on it with such evident enjoyment that soon I came inside her small perfect mouth. She swallowed every drop of the cum and then licked the cock dry. As she continued her ministrations it began to be hard again and I entered her pussy pumping in and out until she also peaked. She lay there buck naked, satiated. I turned and put my head on my crooked arm to look down the length of her. She shamelessly held my gaze when my gaze came back to her face, I then inserted a hand inside the mattress and took a box out.
“Is that a condom?” she asked a bit anxious.“We forgot to use it, didn’t we?”
“So what”
“If I get pregnant, there will be all sort of complications”
“Wouldn’t you like to have my baby”
“Definitely”
“Then what is the problem? By the by this is not a condom. This is something for you to wear and not me. And something for a long time. Not something to use and throw off in a minute.”
Her eyes opened wide as she saw what was inside the box that I had opened.
“Is that for me?” she gushed. Then suddenly the light went out of her eyes “You don’t need to give me baubles”
“Baubles? What for?”
“That is what people give to their mistresses when they are having an affair, isn’t it?”
“Na, this is what people give to their lovers when they want them to be their wife” I said holding her hand and pushing the ring with my name engraved on it into the wedding finger “Now are you satisfied?” I asked.
I was a bit taken aback when there was no answer forthcoming then realised she couldn’t say anything because she was crying. I took her in my arms.