An Invitation

The e-mail was from Watcher and it was short and to the point, "Meet me today in the supply room at 3:00PM."

Ray sat back and wondered what in the hell to do. His cock was still throbbing in his pants from his aborted jack off session this morning, and he could feel himself growing to full erection at the thought of meeting watcher. He assumed she planned a sexual encounter in the supply room. Then Ray began to wonder if he was being setup, maybe this was all an elaborate practical joke, or maybe some woman was trying to set him up for sexual harassment.

Ray sat and read the e-mail a couple of times and his mind wandered back and forth as to what he should do. He tried to figure out why this e-mail seduction appealed to him so much, why his was willing to risk his company and his family for an illicit affair with one of his employees. At least he assumed it was his employee? The e-mail came from inside the building and as Ray reviewed his e-mail system he could not find where watcher was gaining access, it was not a name that was setup in the system. He realized that he did not know enough about the e-mail system any more to find out who or even how the e-mail was being sent.

Ray needed to get Jeff, his network guy to give him the answer, but the question was how to ask the questions and get the answer without giving away why he was asking. Ray's thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing; it was Suzy his operations manager reminding him that he was due for his weekly operations team update. Suzy now there was another possibility, a fine looking brunette in her late thirties, a real woman with big tits, wide hips and broad shoulders. She scared most men, still single at her age by choice, but she always claimed to enjoy sex, calling it a recreational activity. Ray tried to push the sexual thoughts that the e-mail had planted, the thoughts that caused him to think about every woman in his company as a possible sexual partner, the one who wanted him.

He walked fast towards the conference room for the meeting and the thought occurred to him that maybe it might be one of the less attractive women that was sending the e-mail, maybe Traci in accounting, she went three hundred pounds at least, that would be an ugly surprise, to risk everything and have someone he had no interest in be the prize. He wished he could know what he was getting himself into before he decided whether to show up at 3:00pm in the supply room. He arrived at the conference room and took his place the business of the day quickly pushing his thoughts about the e-mail to the back of his mind.