The heat continues

Pete's hands moved from Hazel's neck to her shoulders. Every upward pass his hands moved a little closer to the top of her towel. Hazel let out a soft moan and she shimmied side to side briefly on the lower tier wooden bench. This caused her towel to move upwards against her slender thighs. Pete moved slowly, enjoying the softness of her skin. Deep down inside, Pete craved the attention his wife as of late had stoping paying him.

He squeezed her shoulder and in a sober voice asked, "Hazel, I want you to know that I respect you as a person and as my boss. I want to make sure..." He squeezed her shoulders lightly.

"You stop now and it will negatively affect your next eval," she said in a mock serious tone looking back at Pete with those sultry eyes.

Hazel breathed deeply at his continued rhythmic massaging. The top of her ample cleavage began to peek out from the top of her towel, no longer wrapped so tightly across her body. She wrapped her hands around his calves and gave them a light squeeze of encouragement.

Hazel's head lulled to the right and Pete got a spectacular angle down the towel. His hand instinctively moved lightly to the top of her cleavage crevasse. Another soft moan escaped her lips. The towel loosened more.

After another few minutes of kneading her upper chest, Hazel's head rested against Pete's right leg, INCHES from his rock hard shaft. That's when he noticed. Hazel's hands slowly slid down to his ankles and lay limp. Her breathing was shallow but not from pleasure, she had shallow breathing from being deep in sleep. Hazel had passed out.

Pete had lived this cat and mouse game for the past few years. Shit, she was practically begging him moments ago. After all, he didn't want a bad eval...