A note to Ann and Randy Rhonda

I woke up the next morning trying to decide how I could get the lovely Ann to fuck me instead of the vibrator she was using. Apparently her husband did not meet her needs, so I was more than ready to do so. I deiced to contact her anonymously and see if I could get her interested. I got a piece of paper and wrote a slightly cryptic note.

"I watched you masturbate with the vibrator last night. I masturbated with you rubbing my cock as you thrust the vibrator into your hot pussy. I watched you and wondered what you where thinking about while you diddled yourself. Tell me your fantasy so we can both enjoy it. E-mail me at [email protected]."

Hopefully that will get her attention and allow me to start my slow seduction of her. I could feel my cock harden as I thought about her body, her small, taut breasts, her big, stiff nipples, her wet cunt. Something about watching a woman masturbating always gets me going. I showered, got dressed and headed out for work. I pulled up to her mailbox and stuck my letter in quickly. I don't think anyone saw me. Hopefully Ann will get it before her husband.

I got to work and was greeted by the sight of Rhonda in one of the most killer outfits I had ever seen her in. She was wearing a short, tight red skirt that showed off her perfect legs. Her top was white and low cut spilling at least half of her ample tits out for the world to see. I kept looking thinking that her nipple would pop out at any moment. She noticed my attention right off.

"Do you like my outfit?"

"I love it. You look great in it." I tried to play it cool, but she knew she was getting to me now. Maybe today was the day I would seal the deal with Rhonda.

I tried to work the rest of the day, but Rhonda kept finding excuses to come into my office, showing off her great body at every moment. I was frankly pretty distracted and did not get much done. I finally started to concentrate late in the afternoon working on clearing my e-mail, sending out some prospecting letters, and making a few calls. I suddenly realized it had grown dark out. I wondered if I was the last one in the office when suddenly I felt hands on my back. It was Rhonda "Would you like me to rub your neck? You look kind of tense."

"Sure," I answered. "That would be nice."

I felt her hands moving over my neck, hitting the pressure points that sent tingles of relief and pleasure up and down my spine. She worked my neck and shoulders over well, then her hands starting moving down over my shoulders and down onto my chest. I could feel her tits against the back of my head. My cock stiffened grew erect as I imagined how those tits would look, how they would feel in my mouth.

She started to talk, "You know that I have really enjoyed working with you for the past few months. I feel like we have grown closer, that maybe it is time to take our relationship to another level."

Playing dumb I answered her, "What do you mean. You are married; what would you want from me."

"I want you to think of me as a woman. I don't want you to marry me; I want you to satisfy me as a woman. I need to feel alive and I think you could do that for me." She reached down and pinched my nipples through the shirt I was wearing; the sensation caused my already hard cock to jump in my pants.

"What if someone finds out, we are not supposed to have that kind of relationships at work? I would not want there to be problems if I wanted to see other people."

She started to get a little tense and answered, "I don't want a relationship; I want sex. Period, just satisfy me as a woman and I won't hold you to anything else. I want to explore my sexual identity. I got married young to a nice but boring guy. I need someone to meet my sexual needs. I want you."