“This crazy heat has got me acting so damn horny,” Karen muttered under her breath. Even as she said it, she knew deep down that was only partly true. Her hunger for some hot, dirty sex had been going unfulfilled for weeks and weeks, long before the summer heat wave had descended over the city.
“What did you say?” Trish asked. She wiped away a heavy dew of condensation from the disposable cup she held before pressing her iced cappuccino to her forehead.
“Just bitching about the heat,” Karen said. She watched as a mouthwatering pair of buns in tight bicycle shorts turned the corner off of King Street, taking the man they were attached to with them.
For as long as she could remember, Karen had always been turned on by guys with great butts. If a guy had an ass, a proper, hard, round ass, she could forgive a lot of other flaws. Her fingers had twitched imperceptibly just imagining how firm those glutes would feel beneath her hands as she grabbed on, urging the man to plunge away in rhythmic thrusts between her legs. She somehow managed to resist squirming in her seat trying to rub herself against the park bench she and Trish were sharing. Grabbing herself in public was definitely out of the question, though if she’d been alone, she might have indulged in temptation.
She definitely had it bad. The thick blanket of hot, moist air wrapping itself around her as soon as they had stepped out of their air-conditioned office tower only made things worse. For the past three days, every time she went outside, the humidity felt like soft, thick fingers grasping at her. At least something was caressing her skin these days.
“You ever have a dry patch while you’re in a relationship?”
“Sex?” Trish slurped at her drink.
“I mean no sex. Not even a cuddle. And if I try to initiate something, Grant just pushes me away. Nicely. Gently. Impatiently. Distractedly. Irately. Any way you slice it, it’s been nearly two months of rejection.”
“A month’s a long time to get the cold shoulder from a man, but two? Are they even capable of going that long without sex? Then again, with two kids, it’s not like you’re newlyweds. Yours wouldn’t be the first relationship to go through a bout of marital bed death.”
“I don’t know. We’ve been having more and more of these stretches. You think it’s just a phase? How long does it last?”
“Years? Until one of you breaks down and has an affair?”
“God. Is that what I have to look forward to?” Karen entertained that thought for a moment. It wasn’t like she hadn’t considered it before, if only in passing.
Who did she know that would be the most likely candidate to commit adultery with? Matt Hamilton, a senior partner at Robertson, Hamilton & Parks, the law firm where she worked, was always sniffing around the office staff. Carefully, of course. As a married man and a lawyer, he understood too well the issues around workplace harassment. He was in his fifties, but relatively trim. She’d seen him working out through the glass walls of the fitness club on the main floor of their building some evenings as she hurried home from work. Matt had a pretty fine-looking ass for an older man.
It shouldn’t take too much. Just reschedule her own workouts to coordinate with his. Get on a treadmill next to him for a few sessions of sweaty, innuendo-laden banter. Things always loosened up away from the office. After a few times, work up to drinks afterwards on the patio at the bar around the corner. Fidget with a few buttons on her blouse and undo them because of the heat. Lean forward to listen closely to him and offer a generous view of cleavage. Not that she had much cleavage to show, but with the right bra, or maybe even no bra… Then let her hand fall casually on his knee, sparking a lustful gleam in his eye. Offer shy apologies and feign awkwardness so he could assert his Alpha male personality and feel in control. Make the seduction seem like his idea. Then wrap him around her little finger and take what she wanted. Karen was confident she could show Matt a few tricks to keep him coming back.
She wondered if an affair might spill over into the office? Something subtle at first, likely. A stray hand patting her bottom as she leaned over Matt’s desk to review a case file. Or she might slip her panties into her purse before sitting in one of the Eames chairs in front of his desk; then make a show of crossing and uncrossing her legs for him. That should get him to tent the trousers of his Harry Rosen, three-piece suit. Would he roll his chair back and then pad wolfishly across the floor to lock his door?
He’d stand next her, his hand cupping the back of her head as she reached up to undo his fly and release his stiff cock. Was he cut or uncut? Thick and meaty or slender and lightly veined? She’d stroke him gently a few times before gripping him forcefully and taking him in her mouth. She could bring him to the edge and back off. Her turn next.
They wouldn’t be able to go too crazy, though. Middle of the day, everyone else around them working? That would require a little discretion. But hell, right now, even a close-mouthed, stifled quickie would do. Just thinking about it was enough to make Karen feel flushed with heat between her legs.
“Are you as wet as I am?”
“Huh?” Karen was jolted from her reverie by Trish’s question.
“I’m practically swimming in sweat. Why did we decide to come outside for lunch?”
“To get away from the office? Besides, it’s kind of nice here.” Karen gestured at the small park they were sitting in.
The sculpture garden was a tiny oasis of greenery set between two buildings across from St. James Cathedral. It was walled off with an iron gate which opened to provide pedestrians a path from King Street to a side alley to the south. Yet somehow, despite the path running through it and being in the midst of downtown, the little park always seemed a bit secluded. Best of all, Karen liked the waterfall fountain which was set inside a length of the brick wall of one of the buildings. The water tumbled down the wall in glistening sheets. It was a dozen feet wide and tall enough for a person to stand under, and in this heat, that idea had a certain appeal. If Karen had a change of clothes at the office she would have happily leaned back against the wall of the fountain letting the water splash over her slim body cooling her down.
“We should get back,” Trish said. “With the air conditioning it’ll feel like walking into a freezer after being out in this heat.”
They picked up their things and left the small park. The office was only a few blocks away, but the heat was so intense that they walked much slower than they might normally. Karen didn’t mind. It gave her a chance to drool over a few more guys before heading indoors.
It was fun to look, but she couldn’t seriously have an affair. Not even a meaningless hookup with a stranger. If people found out, what would they think? Things were bound to right themselves between her and Grant. She just needed to give him a little time and find the right way to spark his interest. She owed her marriage that much, didn’t she?
Trish was right. The cool air chilled them as soon as they passed through the revolving doors into the marble-clad lobby of their building. As they rode up the elevator together, a wide grin spread across Trish’s face and her eyes lit up. When the two male passengers riding along with them got off a few floors below their own, Trish began to laugh as soon as the doors closed.
“What’s so funny?”
“You’ve got major high beams going on, and those two guys were turning themselves inside out trying not to look like they were checking you out.”
Karen looked down to see her nipples pushing the thin fabric of her dress out rather prominently. “Thanks. You could’ve said something.”
“Really? What would you like me to say? Are you cold, or excited to see me?” She put her hand to her mouth as she laughed again. “Sorry, but it’s funny.”
Karen folded her arms over her chest as the elevator doors opened on their floor. They went in opposite directions to their desks and Karen felt her cheeks flush as she saw Matt Hamilton approaching. She wondered how he’d respond if he knew what she’d been thinking about him earlier. He smiled at her and continued by on his way to the elevator. She reached her desk and put her purse in a drawer and locked it before settling down to work.
She managed to focus on work for about twenty minutes before being interrupted. The receptionist buzzed her, calling her up to the front for a courier pick up. Damn! Karen panicked for a moment. She’d forgotten about the documents that she was supposed to have ready to go across town to be signed and returned. She pulled up the files on her computer, double-checked that they were correct, hit print, grabbed her purse and rushed up to the front entrance.
“Sorry,” she said to the tall bike courier who was leaning against the wall near the receptionist’s desk. “They’re just coming up on the printer now. If you come with me I’ll package them and you can be on your way.”
He shifted from leaning to standing but seemed reluctant to move from the reception area. Moving deeper into the building would take him further from the street. His brow furrowed with concern. It looked as though he was calculating the delay in making his next stop. Karen looked him up and down. His long, frizzy blond hair spilled out from under his helmet and looped toward the back where it was held together by an elastic at the back of his head. He wore a skin-tight, rust-coloured tank top that outlined a hunky torso and revealed darkly tanned, well-muscled and heavily tattooed arms. His black bicycle shorts were tight, of course, and she could see what appeared to be a nice package at his crotch. Trying not to focus on that, Karen shifted her gaze further down to the tattoo that snaked around his calf. It was a DNA strand made up of bicycle chain and wheel spokes.
“I promise this won’t take long,” Karen put her hand on his arm and felt the heat pouring off him. On a day like this, his exertions were probably ten-fold. “I need to get this document out.”
“That’s what the last person said.”
“Come on. There’s a water cooler on the way, you can fill up your water bottle.” She tugged at his arm. The promise of water seemed to tempt him and he fell into step with her.
They paused at the water cooler and Karen took a moment to check out his butt as he bent down to fill his bottle. He had thick thighs with corded muscles that stood out and his butt was taut and lean, looking like a rounded square. Again, Karen felt a tingling as the temperature rose between her legs and her pulse began to quicken. More than anything, she wanted to yank down his shorts and bite and lick his ass.
She watched as the courier straightened up and tilted his head back to drink some of the water. His adam’s apple bobbed up and down on his thick neck as he gulped at his drink before bending over to refill his bottle again. How much trouble would she get into for putting her hand on his ass?
He finished with the water and turned around bumping into Karen who, admittedly, was probably standing a little too close. She gave out a small exclamation as she instinctively clutched at his chest.
“Sorry,” he blurted, looming over her. His arms splayed out as he tried to maintain his balance while not putting his hands all over her.
“No, it’s my fault. I’m not paying attention.” Karen gave his pec a small squeeze before turning towards the copy room. She glanced back to see that he was following. “You’re certainly solid enough. Do you belong to a gym, or does your job give you enough of a work out?”
“No gym. But, yeah, I work out.”
“Thought so. What’s your name?”
“Cam.”
“Short for Cameron?” She looked to see him nodding and noted the squareness of his jaw. His wide mouth was set in a straight line across his face. Bet his face lights up when he smiles, she thought.
They had reached the copy room and Karen opened the door and switched on the light. The last pages of her document were sliding into the tray. She motioned him inside and closed the door behind them. The lock button inside the door knob snicked into place quietly under her thumb.
“You must get some fairly decent tips in your line of work.”
“I do alright.”
You’re about to do better than that, she thought. Karen grabbed the pages of her document and separated the collated copies, then stapled them together in bundles. She stuck small, colourful sticky note flags that read “sign here” on several pages in each document, then packaged the three copies together in an envelope. She handed the envelope to Cam, who put them in the courier pouch slung around his back. He offered her a form to sign and was about to turn towards the door when she put her hand on his chest.
She felt a fluttering of nerves in her stomach. If she was going to chicken out, this would be the time. Instead, she spoke up.
“I’d like to make it up to you for slowing you down, but I’m afraid I don’t have any cash to offer you. However...” She slid her hand down over his firm abs. “I’ve had an itch I’ve been meaning to scratch all day and I think you’ll enjoy helping me out.”
“Um––”
She looked up and saw herself reflected back in his mirrored sunglasses, which he was still wearing from outside. It was better that she couldn’t see his eyes, Karen thought. It made him seem more anonymous and she wouldn’t feel so bad about straying from Grant to find a little relief. Besides, it would be so quick, it would hardly count. She gripped the hem of his tank top and lifted it up, revealing his abs.
“Very nice,” she said. She rolled his top further up his chest so that his nipples were exposed and she bent her head down to suck them, one hardened little nub at a time, into her mouth.
His hand fell lightly on her back so that he could caress the space between her shoulder blades reaching up to touch the back of her neck. Finally! Karen sighed deeply, enjoying the touch of another person. This was what she’d been missing and craving so much lately. She responded by rubbing herself against Cam’s firm body.
“We have to be quick,” she said, pushing him back against the wall.
“Yeah. That works,” Cam murmured. Both his hands seized her by the hips. His fingers dug into her as Karen slid her own hands under the waistband of his shorts.
He had such a hard, sweet ass to grab onto. She pressed her groin onto his, grinding against him. It was a naughty sensation, feeling him respond. That package of his was nearly ready for delivery.
Karen grabbed the front of Cam’s shorts pulling them out and down. She was eager to get a look at him and see what he had between his legs for her. Not bad. She knelt down in front of him so that she was eye level with his growing erection. It fit nicely in her hand and she began to stroke him, feeling him fill out a little more.
He was shaved bare down below. There was a bicycle sprocket tattooed on his groin right next to the base of his cock. Karen kissed him there. She worked her way to his heavy balls, which she lifted up so she could suck them one at a time into her mouth. He shifted on his feet, giving an almost imperceptible thrust of his hips as she swirled her tongue around his balls.
Karen looked up and caught her reflection in Cam’s mirrored sunglasses. So, this had accelerated quickly. After months of desire and frustration she was down on her knees with a stranger’s cock in her face in the copy room at work.
A bead of precum filled the gaping slit that pointed at her like a hungry little mouth. She rubbed it with her thumb, smearing the sticky cum around the head of his cock. A tiny groan escaped him as she put her lips on him and teased his length slowly into her mouth.
She could feel herself getting wetter in response. Her pussy felt as though it were ten degrees warmer than before they had started. She had her own little heatwave going on. If he thought it was hot and humid outside, he was about to get a taste of her own little tropical paradise.
And then their bubble burst. Someone outside was twisting the door knob, turning it left and right and trying to open the door.
Karen cursed softly and froze, holding her position. The person tried the door knob again, more insistently, and then stopped. Her heart raced as she listened for the sound of footsteps retreating.
The last thing she wanted was to be caught sucking off some bicycle courier. Sure, it was fun to do, but she was pretty certain there was a company policy forbidding such things. If it wasn’t a firing offense, the fallout from coworkers–leering looks, whispering behind her back, and not so subtle innuendos to her face–would be enough to make her wish it was.
She waited a few seconds more until she felt it was safe to move. She gave Cam’s cock a light kiss and then rose to her feet. She looked at him and shrugged. He opened his mouth to say something, and she put her finger to his lips and shook her head.
“Looks like we’re done,” she whispered. “Better pack that away. Whoever that was is bound to come back with a key. I’ll open the door and make sure there’s no one around.”
Her heart pounded as she quietly turned the knob and eased the door open. There was no one in the hallway and she signalled to Cam who wasted no time in getting out of the copy room. He looked at her with a pained expression and put his hands up as if to ask ‘what now’. Karen gave him a little wave and turned and walked quickly in the other direction to the ladies room.
She locked herself in one of the marble stalls and proceeded to finger herself to a shuddering climax, biting down on her lip to remain silent. The intensity of her orgasm surprised her. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t masturbated in the past few months. Then again, she was particularly well-primed on this occasion. When she was sufficiently recovered, she went back to her desk. It was only then that she began to think of Grant.
Damn! Was it cheating if you didn’t actually fuck someone else? Getting touchy-feely and fooling around with someone was minor. Flirting, really. That’s all it was. Some politician famously said that a blowjob wasn’t actually sex. And anyway, she’d barely begun and hadn’t made him come, could you even call that a blowjob?
This was nuts. That she would risk her position over something was foolish. And yet, it had had the desired effect. Intense relief. Karen felt satisfied in a way she hadn’t experienced in months. Only, how long would it be before she would want that thrill again? Kicks were like that. Addictive. The more you got, the more you’d want. A bike courier today, a repairman next week, and God only knew what stranger she’d be chasing after the following week? Each opportunity would force her to justify her behaviour, and she might find ways of doing that: blaming their lack of sex, blaming the crazy heat. All the while pulling her farther away from Grant.
She couldn’t let that happen. She had to do something about it. They’d both been ignoring the issue, skirting around it for weeks and weeks, hoping it would go away. Maybe now was the time to resolve this. Before things became much worse.
Karen reached for her phone and got Grant on the line. She pushed through any pangs of guilt more quickly and easily than she expected and got to the point.
“Hey, we should do something fun tonight. Why don’t you come down here to get me and we can have a few drinks and a bite to eat? I’ll call Mom and have her sit with the kids.”
She listened as he tried to make excuses, then cut in. “Come on. We’ve been going through the same routine for ages. Let’s treat ourselves. It’ll be like date night, only more spontaneous. There’s less pressure that way.”
Reluctantly he agreed and when she got off the phone with him, Karen texted her mother and made arrangements. Then she called a nearby restaurant and booked a reservation. It was Wednesday, getting a table held for them on hump-day wasn’t as difficult as on a Thursday or Friday.
