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My ass was still in the air; I hadn’t the
strength to bring in down yet. Charles bent down and kissed me
tenderly on my right ass cheek and asked, “How are you?”

“I’m fucking fabulous,” I lazily answered.
“And how are you? Did you come?”

“No.”

“What? Why not?” I asked, as I gathered
enough power to turn myself around.

“Don’t worry about me. The important thing
was that you came.”

“How did you know I came?” I asked, a little
embarrassed. Why I was embarrassed about
that
as I lay stark
naked showing all of my glory in front of a guy I barely knew, I
didn’t know. “Was I that obvious?”

“Yeah, I’ll say you were.”

“Shut up,” I said as I lifted poor Mr. Fluffy
up and threw it at Charles. I then plopped my head against my
pillow. “Give me a second…” I said, as I tried, unsuccessfully, to
stifle a yawn. “…and I’ll blow you to completion.”

He laughed and said, “As tempting as that is,
I can see you’re really tired and we both have work tomorrow, so
I’ll take a rain check on that blow.” And he brushed my hair back
and gave me a loving kiss on the forehead. “But I will be
collecting on that soon, I promise,” he said. I smiled.

“Come lay with me,” I said as I beckoned him
with my arms wide open, and he did as told and laid down behind me,
and spooned me. I could feel his cock on my raw ass, still rock
hard, and I contemplated going for a second round, but he had
fucked me to sleepy satisfaction. I would have to dream about round
two.

Bonus: Introducing, Vanessa

I awoke in the morning and looked around
finding no one to either side of me. Then, I looked to the clock
and the red numbers had read 8:15 am.

“
Fuck
!” I screamed out. I was late for
work. I jumped out of my bed in a hurry.

“Charles, Chuck,” I called out. No answer. I
went to my bathroom: no Chuck there. I went to my living room: no
Chuck there either. I had run out of rooms.

Did this mother fucker just leave me? Did he
go to work and not even bother to wake me so that I could go with
him? I could not believe the gall this guy had.

As I raced to my room to get ready, I glanced
at my kitchen table and there was a note on it with a small hard
drive on placed on top of it that simply read:

Worked an your font all night and saved it on
this.

Call Sarah. Trust me.

Love, Chuck

So I did just that, I called Sarah.

“Hey Sarah.”

“Hey sleepy head. So, Charles explained the
situation to me.”

“Oh, and what’s the situation?”

“He said that you guys went out to have
coffee last night and that you had complained that you weren’t
feeling well, so he took you home early and that you wouldn’t be
coming in today.”

“Oh. Well, I feel much better. So I’m coming
in.”

“You sure? He said that you said that you’d
work from home.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Ok, I hope you enjoyed that
coffee
,”
she said sarcastically, just before I hung up on her.

I arrived to work at around nine o’clock and
stopped in the break room for a cup of coffee. Christy found me in
there.

“There you are,” she said. “Heard you went
out for “coffee” last night.” She actually put up her hands to do
the quotes.

“Yep. That’s exactly what happened.”

“So you’re going to be like that huh? Tight
lipped. Not keen on kissing and telling.”

“There was no kissing, so there’s nothing to
tell.” I lied through my teeth. I’d tell her sooner or later, but
for some reason, at that moment I was feeling a little flushed. The
night before seemed too good to be true, I wasn’t even sure it had
actually happened. I couldn’t think straight without finishing my
coffee.

“So, you feel nothing for Charles, is what
you’re telling me?”

“Nope. Nothing. We just met yesterday for
goodness sake,” I said as we made our way back to the office.

“Okay. That’s good. Because
she’s
back
you know, and she seems to be taking a liking to our new staff
member,” she said. I wasn’t entirely sure who she was referring to,
until I stepped into the office and saw the person in question
standing near Charles’ desk: Vanessa Salinger.

She had been away for so long on vacation, I
had almost forgot that Vanessa had even existed, let alone still
worked here. Vanessa was your typical office vixen, the epitome of
the word
bitch
. Every office has one. At least, I told
myself that to make myself feel better about her being there. She
was snarky, she used sarcasm every chance she got––the bad kind,
the kind that makes you want to smash someone’s face in with a
brick–-and she had a snide remark for everything you did, even the
kind of lunch you ate at what odd time of day you ate it at. But
one thing was for sure, a fact that even I couldn’t deny: she was
very much an attractive woman, disgustingly so. She was a brunette,
her make-up was always flawless, and her breasts seemed to be a
perfect C-cup: not too big and not too small. She had a great body
and was not afraid to show it off. She mostly wore skirts, several
inches above the knee, a stark contrast to the type of skirts I
wore. She always wore a different pair of great looking heels every
day of the week––I don’t think I’ve ever seen the same pair
twice––accentuating a gorgeous pair of legs. She looked like a
woman
, and I was slightly jealous of her, but not
completely. I had the better personality, I was the better overall
person and I never let her get to me. But now, she was testing
me.

She had her fingers running through Charles’
hair. I was never the jealous type, but when I walked in and saw
that, something went off in my head, like a hammer hitting a nail,
no, something much more aggressive, like a mallet hitting a gong. I
walked over to my desk and tried not to pay either of them any
mind; I was still a little sore at Charles for leaving without
saying anything. Then she walked over to my side of the desk and
sat her ass on it. I wanted to knock her off, but I kept my
composure.

“Well, hello there Katherine. You’re
looking…”––she looked me up and down––“…Well, you know, how you
usually look.”

“Hello Vanessa.” I tried to make it sound as
unwelcoming as I could. “I trust you had a nice vacation.”

“Have you known anyone to go to the France
for a month, and come back having anything but the time of their
lives? When you were there, did you have anything less than a
fabulous time?”

“I’ve never been there,” I said with a tiny
growl.

“Of course you haven’t,” she said, trying to
make it sound like it was under her breath, but she obviously
wanted me to hear it. “I trust you’ve met Charles.”

“Yeah, we met yesterday,” Charles said.

“Oh, and what do you think of our little
Katherine here?” she asked him.

“Very enjoyable and very talented,” he said,
and he looked at me in an apologetic way with his adorable
eyes.

“I suppose she’s all right, definitely
passable,” she said, and I shot her a look that could kill a large
mammal.

“Oh, Katherine, you know I’m only kidding.
I’ve brought you back a souvenir. In fact, I brought one for
everybody. And even though I’ve just met you Chuckie, I may even
have something left over for you. Let me go get it,” she said and
she scurried off to her desk. Charles leaned over and peered behind
his computer at me.

“So, getting acquainted with Vanessa I see,”
I whispered, jealously. What was wrong with me? But he ignored my
statement and said, “I hope you aren’t mad at me. You just looked
so peaceful so I didn’t want to wake you.”

“You suck!” I said. I didn’t know what else
to say. What he did was quite thoughtful and I didn’t really have
any reason to be sore at him.

“I know. I’m sorry. I won’t do anything like
that next time.”

“Next time? My, how presumptuous of you,
assuming there will even be a next time.” I said, and he smiled at
me and I smiled back letting him know that there would definitely
be a next time.

“Did you get a chance to check out that
font?”

“No, not yet, I…” Vanessa had returned with
her souvenir making me lose my train of thought. She placed a small
box of chocolates on my desk, and she went around to Charles’ side
and placed one on his as well.

“Well, you’re in luck Chuckie. I did have a
little something extra for you.”

“Thanks a lot Vanessa, I appreciate it.”

“No problem Chuckie.”

“Actually Vanessa, I don’t really like that
name. I just have a bad memory associated with it,” he told her.
Yeah, you tell that bitch, Chuck.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend
you.”

“No, no. It’s okay. You didn’t know.”

“The last thing I want to do is offend you,”
she said as she placed a hand on his shoulder, a hand that was a
moment later, right back on the top of his head.

“Just as long as you keep letting me play
with your hair, I’ll be content.” And she smiled the most vile, yet
beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.

“I want us to be the best of coworkers, all
right Charles?”

He nodded and said, “Yeah, definitely.”

“Isn’t he just the most delicious thing
you’ve ever seen?” she said as she turned to look at me, and I
stared back into her eyes, and she knew that I hated her and she
enjoyed it.

# # #

Thank you taking the time to read this erotic
tale of mine. If you enjoyed this and think that it would be better
as a one off story, as I originally intended it to be, then pretend
that it ended at the end of the sexual encounter. But, as I reached
the end, I felt compelled to write further and add the character of
Vanessa and would very much like to continue. If you feel that I
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Evelin Smiles is a mother, a wife, a cat
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