We'd teased each other for months.

Natalie was built like a twenty-five-year-old Goddess at fifty.

We flirted whenever I visited unless she was busy. Natalie would scurry from her office and rub up against me like we knew each other. That was the goal.

Friday evening, near closing time, she was on the phone but directed me to her with a curled finger. Upon entering her office, she hung up and whispered, "Close and lock the door." I did as she whipped off her dress. 

Agog, like a teenage boy, I felt her strip away my clothes before we connected.