Contagious Lust (11 page)

“
Young Married and Betrayed”

Essence BlaQue

S
aturday morning Spirit went into work, she smoked a cigarette before heading into the building. She worked at a small insurance company as a receptionist for almost a year now. Her boss, Lance Withers, who had a thing for her, was young and attractive. He was twenty-eight but had a birthday coming up in June which was just a few months from now.  Spirit was…well a very young and should I say…a sexy looking forty-four year old diva. 

As she walked in the building she said good morning to her co-workers and in her peripheral vision she could see Lance starring at her as usual. He starred as if she was a t-bone steak.

He must have imagined what she might taste like because he licked his lips like he was savoring the flavor. She just smiled and snickered a little, signed her time sheet and went to the breakfast bar to pour her a cup of coffee.

At times she tried not pay attention to Lance’s flirtation, but the way he looked at her made her a little curious as well. But who wouldn’t be, he was dark-skinned, kind of like the coffee she was drinking without the added cream. His complexion was so smooth looking, he was tall, about 6ft. tall, slender with a muscular build, very well dressed and he smelled…Ummm. He was a little cocky too, like he knew he was the shit. But just to see him had her panties wet every time.  She sometimes imagined fucking him but-- she knew better to mix business with pleasure, which was definitely off limits, especially with someone in the same place of business. But as they say -
curiosity
is a MUTHA!!!

   “
Hey Spirit”
said Chynah, who was one of her co-workers who worked part time.
Spirit
was what everyone called her because they said she was always happy go lucky. “Hey, what’s going on Chynah?” she said with a smile. Chynah was fairly new there and was still on ninety day probation. She was Dominican with shoulder length silky wavy hair, short in height with a curvy shape, she was very attractive.

“
Do you know where I can find the forms for all the new clients,”
she asked.

“
Yeah, hold on I’ll get it.”

Spirit sipped a few more sips of her coffee and sat it on the table. She walked pass Lance to get the forms for Chynah. Lance was on a business call but still seemed to have his attention on her. Spirit thought to herself,
why did I feel the need to walk pass Lance to get the forms, when I could’ve just told Chynah where they were.

They had quite a busy day, so after work hours she hung around the office to catch up on a little work.

Lance left a little earlier and everyone else was gone the usual time. It was about 9:30 pm and she was still there typing up their new client’s insurance information that Chynah was working on earlier. Their security guard, Davis, who was Lance’s cousin, was getting ready to leave.

“
Alright Spirit, I’ll catch you later.”

“
Will you be okay here alone?”

“
Yes, don’t worry I’ll be fine.”

“
Drive safe.”
she said as she waved goodbye.

   
Spirit was left alone, so she thought.  She heard someone whistling a tune down the hall and it grew louder as they got closer towards the office door. 

“
Oh, hey Spirit I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“
What are you doing here,”
said Lance.

“
I decided to stay late because I wanted to catch up on some paper work.”
 

“
Oh-okay, that’s fine. I left a folder here that I meant to take with me.”

She just nodded her head and continued to do her work while he ruffled through his un-organized desk.  Lance started whistling a tune by Brian McKnight, she tried to continue doing her work but he had her distracted. She stopped typing on the computer and swirled around in her swiveled desk chair. In the midst of whistling he looked over at her.

“
Oh, I’m sorry.”

“
No-no, actually I love that tune, it’s one of my favorite songs- ‘I believe’ by Brian McKnight-- right?”

“
Yes.”
said Lance.

She had on a mid-length skirt with a slit on the side, so she crossed her left leg over to her right--showing a little thigh. He starred her up and down, slowly with those Smokey dark brown almond shaped eyes and she stared back. In her mind she wanted him to throw her up on top of the desk, pull her skirt up and pull her thongs to the side and fuck her --just the way I’m sure he imagined doing. Ummm…just the thought of that had her temperature rising.

  
She never did finish working. Lance and she talked all night. She looked up at the clock and it was going on midnight.

“
Wow… I didn’t realize it was so late. I need to get out of here. It’s a good thing I have off from work tomorrow.”

“
Do you need a ride home,”
said Lance

“
Yes, actually I do, because I missed the last bus going into town over an hour ago.”

They gathered up all of their paper work, turned off the lights and locked the doors. She walked ahead of him…and she knew he was watching her as she walked towards his Jeep Durango, so she swayed her thick hips a little harder for him.

Spirit reached to open the car door--
“No-no-no, let me.”

He insisted.
“By all means.”

“
Wow… what a gentleman, you don’t find that often these days,”
she thought.

“
I could sure use a drink.” “Do you drink,”
she asked.

  “
Really?”
 
“I might be young but I am old enough to drink you know,”
he said in a deep baritone voice. 

“
I’m sure you’re old enough for a lot of things
,” she snickered.
“Humph...so am I old enough for you?”

She let that question ride right on by me.

Honestly, she has never been with a younger man before, but one could only imagine.

“
So where’s a spot to get a couple of drinks,”
she asked.

“
There’s a bar that closes late about 5 blocks from here.”
It started raining really hard while they were driving down the boulevard. Lance popped in a jazz music CD, which was perfect with the rain that patted against the window shield, it was kind of romantic too.

Finally we reached our destination and the rain slowed down a little. They made their way into the dim lit bar that had soft mellow music playing, and had a nice little crowd inside drinking and chatting amongst one another too.

“
You want to sit at the bar?”

“
No,”
she said as she looked around for another area to sit.

“
Let’s sit over there?”
She pointed out a little booth near the back of the bar away from the crowd. 

“
What would you like to drink sexy,”
he asked as she sat down.

“
How about some NUVO and a Corona with a twist of lemon?”
“Okay, I got chu sexy.”

She gave Lance a wink before he headed to the bar to get their drinks. As he walked away she had the opportunity to get a good look at him in those jeans he wore. They were black denims that hung a little low off his waist and he wore a light pink polo Aristotle shirt. “He’s the only dark-skinned brotha I’ve seen that looked good in pink,” she thought. Now she’s watching him walk towards the booth with our drinks in his hands and imagining how big his dick must be. As she looked him from head to toe she thought,
“Hmm…tall…big feet!”

She smiled from the moment he left the bar.

“
What are you smiling about
,” he asked while placing our drinks on the table.
“Oh--- nothing, just listening to the music, that’s all.”
 

For some reason I am being a very naughty girl tonight… maybe it’s the rain and the atmosphere that was putting me the mood to be bad. But then again-- being bad can be good
sometimes
.” She thought.

Lance sat on the opposite side of the booth facing her. He starred as she sipped on her NUVO. “Ummm…this is so good!” she said as she pressed her glossy lips together. He smiled and said
“I’m sure it is!”

“
Now is he flirting with me?” she thought.

 
So she flirted back.
“Do you want some?”

“
Sure do,”
he replied.

So he got up to sit next to her and he reached over and kissed her and while doing so, he licked her lips. She was caught off guard a little, but she returned the kiss and gave him some tongue action as well. The drink along with his lips had her feeling warm inside. Her pussy was wet and was doing somersaults in her panties, almost non-stop. She had to stop him.

“
What are we doing here,”
she whispered.