Anna was a new hire at our place, she’d been on the job for just a week when we met. A light toned Cuban-Black mulatto, a really pretty young woman with all the best features of both races, so I thought that a very much older Caucasian wouldn’t even rate consideration. Especially since her quiet faith and easy consideration of everyone caused all the Hispanic and Black guys, most of whom were half my age to hit on her as much as they could get away with, but time and again, after she’d said no to the ten thousandth offer, the word started to spread that she might be homosexual since the person she was replacing was a full blown, flag waving lesbian.
It was late in the day, a warm overcast March Friday evening following a wet morning and showery afternoon. The building was deserted; virtually everyone had gone about their business seeking a good reason to leave early, which evidently, all had developed, because a ghost town had a huge population when offered in comparison to our place. There was no one left on our floor, each and every cubical and office was vacant, I knew because I had to check the security before I closed the area up, no one but Anna and I, that is.
I offered my usual cheery taunt, “Hey, Don Rumsfeld ain’t paying any O/T for people around here.” As I stalled at her door, then sensing that she wasn’t about to leave, helped my self to a seat by her desk where I could covertly admire the unassuming beauty as she worked. After a moment she turned to face me, offering a long look at legs that could only have been sculpted by a master. Her sensuality was dominant in the room, I was a fly caught in nature’s web, not Anna’s web though, I suspect that she hadn’t the guile to plan the interlude so well. She stretched, politely covering her mouth, momentarily highlighting enchanting breasts, obviously contained by a soft cupped brassiere; her prominent erect nipples were pressed against her normally loose pink linen blouse like twin towers rising above a pink fog. Her yawn also shifted her legs wider, offering hints of the enchantments that lay just out of sight, just above the darker umber ban, above the taupe mesh of her pantyhose.
I could not risk boldness, our organization booked no nonsense of any kind, especially anything that could be interpreted as sexual harassment, but I risked all anyway, proof that men always think with their smaller head. I knelt at her feet, almost between her thighs. I kissed the inner silkiness of her right knee enjoying the soft sensual aromas of her soap, perfume and the gentle hint of her sensuality. The gentle caress of her hand at the back of my head, the soft moans offering encouragement giving new enthusiasm to the blood coursing through my stiffening member as I urged her more forward in her chair until only her buttocks rested on the seat and her wide splayed thighs gave welcome to my intrusion.