"Come in!" I called out, as I sat with the phone, on hold. The door opened and in walked Kathryn, green eyes flashing and that wicked playful look that seemed to always surround her.
Having grown bored with the hold music, I hung up to see what was on her mind. Kathryn had joined the office a couple of years before. Highly attractive and fiercely competitive, she had quickly become well respected. I had taken her under my wing, quickly showing her the ropes and she had now become my closest competitor. We also had become fast friends.
"What's up?" I asked her, as I saw the playful look give way to nervousness. Kathryn walked over in front of my desk lazily dragging her hand across the leather back of the chair normally reserved for guests. "John I…." She began then stopped, "We have…uh..."
Faltering again.
Seeing her distress I got up and walked around to her, pulling her chair out I guided her into it and started to walk back to my seat. "Kathy relax! It's me John. Whatever's bothering you will be fine. I mean hell if you can get me through my divorce there can't be anything I wouldn't be able to help you with. Now tell me what's on your mind."
The smile flashed briefly and she seemed to collect herself. "All right," she paused, "Remember when I told you that Dennis and I were having some problems?"
I nodded and she continued. "Well it wasn't really relationship problems, it was more like bedroom problems."
Grinning evilly I put on my innocent schoolboy look.
"Ooooh, you mean like SEX!" I exclaimed drawing a deep blush from Kathryn.
We had always been very open and flirty with each other and I was always the one to shock her innocence with my rather open attitude on the subject.
"Yes John," she said, smiling in spite of herself, "Exactly like sex."
"Kathryn how in the world could he have a problem with your sexual relations? I mean look at you! You're a gorgeous 32-year-old woman. Any guy would give his right nut to go to bed with you."
Kathryn dropped her head a moment. "Thanks John. You see Dennis has always wanted me to do a threesome. I have always laughed it off and avoided the topic but lately he asked me pretty directly if I would. I tried a different tactic and told him if we did then It would have to be a man. I thought for sure he would give up at that!"
"And did he?" I gently asked her.
"No. No he didn't. He actually thought it was pretty exciting. I can't for the life of me figure out why, but he actually seemed as eager as ever. My final condition was that I got to choose who it would be. John I uh…" She paused, the blush returning. "John I want it to be you."
I sat there quite speechless. Many times in our playful bantering we had felt the physical tension between us. I had wondered occasionally just when that would boil over one day and become an affair for her. This however I had never figured on, Kathryn's husband actually wanting this to happen.
Kathryn looked up blushed and dropped her eyes again, composed herself, then looked directly into my eyes.
I could see the anxiousness, waiting to see if I would throw her out of my office. I held her gaze until she dropped it one more time.
"Stand up Kathryn," I said firmly.
Uncertainty crawled across her face as she braced for the worst.
"There are a few things we have to get straight. First, I am nobody's entertainment."
Kathryn began to object. "John I…"
"Silence!" I said, quickly cutting her off. " I would like nothing more than to fuck you, Kathryn, but it will be on my terms. I will not perform for Dennis or on Dennis. If he gets off on watching me fuck his wife then he will be a very happy man when we are finished."
Kathryn was beautiful at that moment. She seemed lit from within as she realized what I was telling her.
"Secondly," I said, causing her to completely focus again on my words. "I will not go in front of Dennis fumbling like some teenagers on Prom night. You will do exactly what I tell you to when I tell you too understand?"
"Yes John, I..." she began again.
"Quiet, little one. Now listen to me." She stopped talking and stood there waiting for me to speak. Leaning over I pressed the no calls or visitors button on my phone. I leaned back putting my feet up on the corner desk, my eyes traveled very deliberately down Kathryn's white blouse noticing how her bra was visible against the material but tastefully hidden. I watched her blush as she realized how I was looking her over. My eyes traveled further down to the swell of her hips and the navy business skirt she had worn today, then further still assuming that the hose I saw were not stockings.
"Are those panty hose Kathryn?" I asked her.
"Yes John," she quickly answered.
around here." I brought my feet down and reached into my drawer. "Do you have a spare pair in your purse or desk?"
She looked at me a moment as she came around my desk. "Well yeah but."
"Good," I said cutting her off again. "Lift your skirt up above your hips."
"But John I can't! we're in the office and…"
"Then go back to your office, Kathryn, and let me get back to work," I said very matter of factly as I started to close the drawer.
"No, wait!" she pleaded, as she bent and started to pull her skirt up.
I opened the drawer again and grabbed the scissors, I watched as she wiggled her hips until she was able to get the skirt past them.
Reaching out I grabbed Kathryn by the elastic top of the panty hose and pulled her closer till she was standing between my legs. Bending forward and to one side I made a small snip at the back waste band, set the scissors down, and reached around with both hands to grab either side of the small cut.
Looking into her eyes I gave a huge tug tearing the pantyhose from her body and letting each side fall around her ankles.
Scooting my chair back I positioned her against my desk and pulled one ankle up to my lap forcing her to sit down.
"You are never to wear panty hose again.