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Roy looked up at her from the photograph of Alice's fully revealed sexy body on his phone, as her shoulders dropped in seeming realization that he'd seen the message. Alice also gave a small moan and cry of anguish to announce her vocal distress to see him looking at her nude body.
She started to explain and apologize in the same breath. Talking at least twice as fast as normal she said, "Mr. Goodman, my husband is traveling and I wanted to tease him. Right after I hit the SEND button, I realized my phone inadvertently added your number to the address box. It's all a terrible mistake. Please just give me your phone for a moment and let me delete the message. You shouldn't have seen it. It had a picture that was kind of bad -- well, good for my husband, but ... I'm so sorry. Please just forget this ever happened; please! It won't happen again. Please! If you peeked, you have to forget anything that you saw." Alice prattled on in her high-speed apology and explanation, repeating herself and acting high differential.
Goodman slowly extended his hand with his phone in it, but not before stealing one long last look at the sexy and revealing photograph of Alice's hot body. If he hadn't thought she had a lot of sex appeal before, he sure did now. He did recall how about a month or two earlier her wardrobe had changed for the better; more skin and shorter skirts being the order of the day. Alice seemed to be loosening up as well. She was friendlier.
Alice shrieked when she looked at his phone and 'discovered' that he'd actually been looking at her photograph. The apologies and her urging him to forget this whole incident restarted as she frantically deleted the text message by jamming her fingers at the various buttons and swipes. She had blushed up a scarlet color, too. She passed the phone back to him after the deletion, and then slowly backed out of his office still jabbering an apology for the misdirected text message, and begging him to forget the whole incident. Roy hadn't said a word. Dave had explained to her that even though she deleted the image and text on a phone, it could still be retrieved. Alice hoped.
Alice ran down the work area to Dori's desk, visibly upset and needing the comfort of her friend -- just as they'd rehearsed. Goodman had come to the door to watch her. He seemed worried about her frantic state of anxiety over what had happened. She whispered to Dori, "If this challenge gets me fired, you are going to pay with blood."
Dori whispered back, "Are you kidding? He's probably going back in his office and masturbating to what he can remember of your photograph. Well done, Grasshopper, and very convincing. I bet HE loosens up with you, and wants to bed you."
"Me? Why would he think that? You're the one he's had sex with."
"That was way over a year ago -- two years, in fact. You, on the other hand, showed him one of the most perfect female bodies on the planet, and now he knows that that sexy body, the object of his future wet dreams, sits right outside his office door and has a playful attitude, breasts to suck on, and a hot pussy. He so wants a piece of you, right now. He also knows your hubby is away overnight. I bet he wants to take you out after work to console you ... and seduce you. Since you're a single woman tonight; he'll want to take advantage of that fact and get some nookie. My suggestion is to ask Dave beforehand so you know his thinking on the sudden date and a one-night stand."
Alice took a few minutes back at her desk, and when she was sure Goodman was occupied, she texted Dave. 'Oh, dear. Accidently sent boss pic of me naked. Dori thinks he'll ask me for drinks/dinner and put the make on me. What think thou? I love you. A.'
Dave replied about five minutes later, 'Enjoy drinks/dinner and ANYTHING that happens afterwards. I'll just want to hear the details. Full support and encouragement, and permission, if that's what you're asking for (you don't need it; it's your decision). I love you, too. D.'
At a quarter-to-five o'clock, Roy Goodman came out of his office. He walked up to Alice's desk and said, "Alice, I totally forgive you for what happened earlier. I would, however, like to take you out to dinner someplace nice. I discern that you've been left alone tonight. I can only imagine that you're still full of anxiety over what happened, and perhaps if we socialize it'll make you feel better." The short speech was well rehearsed and delivered with élan. Roy could be socially smooth when he wanted to be.
Alice looked up at the man with what she hoped was angst but eagerness written all over her face. "Okay, I guess. I have been on edge all afternoon. I'm so sorry that happened. Dori had to help calm me down."
Dori, at that moment, was feigning great interest in a spreadsheet on her computer screen. Her real focus was on Goodman and Alice, and their emerging plans for the evening. She was about to burst out laughing at how transparent Alice's boss was, but held her amusement. He'd shown up exactly as she'd predicted with an offer she was sure he hoped would lead to Alice in his bed or him in her bed.
Roy Goodman was a handsome older man, probably around fifty. He had prematurely grayed at his temples and all that did was make him look more mature and appealing. He was thin, but not skinny; tall; and Alice knew from comments he'd made that he did athletic things on the weekends -- long bicycle rides, foot races, and long walks the help various charities make money. He'd been single as long as she'd known him, but she also knew he had two grown children somewhere far from the local area.
Alice drove home after work and quickly showered and changed into some casual but sporty clothes. She picked carefully; she wanted something revealing but not to flaunt her body in Roy's face. She went braless, wore a scoop neck top, and a mid-thigh skirt with a miniscule thong. She also wore her jeweled flip-flops. He had said he'd pick her up close to six o'clock. She was nervous, and wondering how she should play this. Dave had encouraged her to do anything and everything with him. She smiled at the thought and reassured herself that Dori had already been down this road with the distinguished man.
Dave had met Roy at several company functions, and even sat next to him at the previous year's Christmas party. Roy had a girlfriend at that party, but she knew from the rumors that he played the field and didn't want to be pinned down. Several people referred to him as one of the most eligible bachelors in the state.
Alice saw Roy's sedan pull up at the house right at six, and rushed out of the house to meet him rather than making him come to the door and then escort her to the car. After all, he was her boss. She wasn't sure whether to play this as a 'date' or some other weird meeting given the photographic 'flash' she'd given him, especially when Dori assured her that he was simply trying to get his dick in her pussy. She wondered whether as a hot bachelor he'd perfected his fucking skills in some unusual ways.
Alice still hadn't decided whether sex was even a possibility, although with Dave's urging the idea had taken on some appeal. There were a hundred reasons why it was a bad idea: it put Roy in a bad position were he to do anything to reward Alice for good performance, such as a promotion or raise or bonus. If he forgave some egregious error she made, it would be seen as favoritism. All of those things could be interpreted as rewards for the sex.
Further, it could make working together awkward. Neither of them might want to bring up certain items, such as bad news about some part of the business. Alice worried that Roy might expect continued access to her body once they'd fucked, and that wasn't her intention right then. She liked Roy, but didn't want an ongoing affair with him. She chuckled to herself; she already had ongoing affairs with Owen, Dev, Sean, and Ty. She'd thought further, and realized that an ongoing relationship with Roy might be a fun thing; she really did like the man a great deal.
Beyond that, if word got out that she'd slept with her boss, she'd be seen as some kind of slut and a cheat on her husband, despite Dave having encouraged her, and an opportunist. The worst of the fallout would be on her shoulders, and not her boss, although he would be hurt by any rumors as well. Even further, the employee handbook was clear about subordinate-superior relationships in the company; they were highly discouraged.
Alice got into Roy's car. "Hi, Mr. Goodman."
Chapter 17 -- An Engraved Invitation
"Good evening, Alice. I think under the circumstances, I prefer that you call me Roy and I mean that not only tonight, but in the office as well. I've been too formal and aloof at work. I need to lighten up -- to loosen up -- and I'm hoping that you can help me in that regard. Seeing that salacious picture of you earlier today made me realize that you've changed in the direction I want to change over the past couple of months, so I'm hoping you'll help me."
Alice was curious, "What changes have you seen in me?" She turned in the car seat to face Roy Goodman, her boss in the Financial Analysis Department at Knightsbridge Manufacturing.
"Well, to be frank, you were what I'd call uptight, prim and proper up until two or three months ago. Suddenly, you started to dress in a more contemporary way, not afraid to show a little skin, for instance. Your skirts got shorter, your neckline plunged a bit, and some days I could tell that you'd intentionally left your undies at home."
"Oh, dear," Alice crooned. "I hope I didn't upset you. I didn't think anybody noticed except Dori. She's been mentoring me to loosen up."
"NO!" Roy protested. "I'm not upset -- quite the opposite; I loved it all and I noticed every day. I was scared to say anything, but you kind of opened the door so I could earlier today with your inadvertent text photo. I wish it had happened years earlier. You ... you're so pretty. I look to see how you are and what you're wearing every day. I ... I ... I like you -- a lot.
"You also started to speak up more, weren't afraid to use some mild swear words about some bad situation in the business, and weren't afraid to go out into the factory areas and talk to some of the men to get answers to your questions. The men have commented to me that they love to interact with you. You were too shy to do that earlier in your position. I can tell you that those factory guys love a pretty girl like you showing up on their turf, especially in some of your new and shorter skirts. I am very pleased with every one of those advances."
Roy took them to dinner at an upscale place calledSwans, well known because of the beautiful white swans swimming on the pond adjacent to the restaurant. He'd arranged a table by the window where they could both look out at the pretty scene. Alice admitted to herself that the setting was romantic and seductive; she was being wooed.
Over dinner, Roy dialed down the compliments to Alice for fear he was laying it on too thick. Instead, the couple got to really know each other outside of their work personalities. They talked and laughed about books they'd read, movies they'd seen, and more.
Somehow, towards the end of the meal, the subject of most embarrassing moments came up. Alice, of course, referred to the 'inadvertent' texting of her nude selfie to him earlier in the day. She blushed up a nice rosy hue as she mentioned the faux pas.
Roy blew off the event, stating that he wished he'd been able to keep the picture and have it blown up to the size of a wall mural for his condominium. "It was one of the sexiest and most impressive pieces of art I've ever seen. One of my hopes from this evening is that you'll resend the photograph to me and allow me to do just that."
"You want me to be a pin-up model for you?" Alice crooned in an awed tone. She gave a little smile to signal that she wasn't at all angry about his requeset.
"Yes. Sometime, perhaps, you'd even allow me the privilege of taking some photographs of you. As I mentioned earlier, although I'm an amateur photographer, I have done some award winning work."
Alice coyly said, "Let me think about that. I assume you can be discreet. I wouldn't want anything posted on the Internet, well, unless it was a private site with limited access or my face didn't show."
"That would be the case, if I went that far," Roy insisted. "Most of my work, especially the figure studies and nudes, are just for my own collection. Sometime, when you're over at my apartment I can show you some of my work. I think it'll help convince you that I am a serious student of the photographic arts, as well as talented to some extent."
"Well, I trust you and what you said." Alice took her cellphone from her purse and again texted the nude photograph to Roy's phone." She smirked to herself, too; Dori had predicted that he'd ask to retain the photograph.
Roy drove Alice home, less hopeful of scoring than he had been at the start of the evening or when he asked her to dinner because of how platonic everything had been to that point in their evening.
As he parked in the Prentiss' driveway, Alice said in a low sexy tone, "Would you care to come in for a cup of coffee or perhaps something stronger? I don't want our time together this evening to end." She smiled at him in the dim lights of the dash, and his confidence and surety about the arc of the evening was suddenly reestablished.
Actually, TWO men were sexually aroused as they went to work that morning.
The first man, Roy Goodman, took a long and lustful look at the photograph that Alice had texted him the evening before as he left the house, marveling in the detail and the audacity she'd shown in the selfie. The way she had posed wearing high heels with one leg slightly raised, revealedeverythingabout her. He had explained to Alice that he planned to get the picture blown up so it could be a wall mural over his bed. Alice had given permission, but only because her face didn't show. Truth be told, she felt honored at the attention. True again, she enjoyed fucking Roy and having a romantic evening that included some beautiful sex.
Alice, for the first time, realized that she could have sex with someone she liked, and not have the feeling that she 'ought' to be in love with them. Thus, with Roy, they had a fabulous evening that resulted in Alice feeling all warm and fuzzy about Roy, but nothing further -- not that things couldn't progress in the future.
Roy mused that Dave, her husband, was a very lucky man; but Roy had also been lucky the night before, getting to enjoy every inch of all that gorgeous skin in the photograph with his hands and tongue, and to fuck Alice three times in long sessions that went almost an hour each because of his skills at self-control and lovemaking. Alice discovered that he was indeed a talented bachelor with finely honed skills about how to ensure she got orgasm after orgasm from him via fingers, tongue, and cock.
The second man, Alice's husband Dave, had gotten five pictures and a two-minute video from his wife the night before. The pictures showed her in various stages and positions while fucking Roy. The short video had been shot at the end of one of their couplings as Roy sped up his pistoning into her pussy and then as he came. The final few seconds showed his cock pulling out of her vagina leaving a second creampie dripping from her gaping slit.
The videos were the most arousing gifts that Alice had ever given Dave. He was so worked up that he masturbated four times during the evening and night. He couldn't wait to see Alice that evening when he returned home from his trip.
Dori accurately sized up the situation as first Roy and then Alice stumbled into the office looking like they'd each been ridden hard and put away wet. Of course, she knew of the dinner the night before, but not how the evening had actually progressed.
She came over to Alice's desk and sat down;. She whispered, "So, what happened?"
Alice rolled her eyes and passed her cellphone to Dori. She'd cued up the first photograph and video knowing Dori would be curious. There were about forty pictures and ten short videos; Alice had only sent the best of the best to Dave the night before. Dori was mostly quiet while the flipped through the pictures and watched each of the short videos.
"Damn, girl. You are something else," Dori muttered. That's prime cock. I may have to take up with Mr. Goodman again. I think he's gotten better since I was with him."
Alice whispered, "It was very satisfying, plus he knows how to make very effective use of his hands and mouth and tongue. I can't begin to tell you how many orgasms I had, but there were many -- one right after the other. I'm a little sore this morning, and I'd bet a cup of coffee that Roy is suffering from some chaffing on a vital part of his anatomy. All together, I think we were fucking for close to four hours. Did I mention that he has staying power?" Alice gave a funny smile for a second.
Dori insisted, "So, you had a good time? You're glad you let loose with your boss?"
"Kind of," Alice said slowly. "It was strange. I mean while we were fucking it was nice and everything, and I had gotten anticipatory beforehand, but after he left the house I sat naked and wrapped in a blanket on one of the pool chairs and looked up at the stars. I didn't like all of the lingering feelings."
"Because you fucked you boss, or because you fucked another guy, or because you fucked another guy and Dave wasn't nearby?"
Alice gave Dori an odd look. "You hit the nail on the head, my dear friend. Dave was out in some Atlanta suburb looking at transformers and lightning arrestors, not where I could snuggle up to him and feel his love again. Roy doesn't love me; well, except as a hot fuck, I hope. Dave loves me and all my warts, and now all my kinks. I sent a few of the photos and the creampie video to him last night, midway through the evening. He'd encouraged me earlier when I asked him whether I should have dinner and all with Roy like you suggested, but all he wrote after he'd seen the media was 'Wow!'
Dori asked, "How'd you ever get Roy to let you take pictures and videos?"
"I told him I wanted souvenirs just the way he did. I also confessed that they'd turn on my husband like nothing else in the world. I assured him that he was safe and no one was going to come after him ... except I might want a return engagement. After that, he helped compose the photos for the best results. He's a serious amateur photographer."
Dori smiled, "I think he has a few of me in his collection."
Alice smiled, "I hope Dave is okay with what I did. I hope he's not pissed at me."
Dori laughed and shook her head. "Been there, done that, have the t-shirt. Trust me, Dave is so horny he's beyond words. He is going to take you tonight like you've never been taken before by anyone. You'd better prepare to welcome him home in a very sexy way, with an open vagina, and maybe even let him claim your ass."
"He's so big. It'd probably hurt."
"Did Sean hurt?"
"No, but he's a lot smaller than Dave and was very careful of my butt."
"Let Dave have your ass, even if it hurts; then you can explain to him that Roy was a spur of the moment thing. He needs to reclaim you like never before. It wasn't only that you had sex with another man he barely knows, it was that from now on he'll envision you across Roy's desk getting fucked royally several times a day. It wasn't only that you had sex, it was that he wasn't there. Your feelings are justified, and wild conjugal sex is the only way to assuage your guilt and make those feelings go away." She laughed.
