Bill Randolph - Making Mrs. Robinson

Dennis Andersen was in his mid-thirties, married for the third time, and a very dapper dresser. He was quite good-looking, almost to Hope's eye-a pretty boy type. His wavy blond hair was perfectly combed and his tanned, movie star face was accustomed to the bright, toothy smile he was now flashing right at her tits.

There was no doubt his flashy good-looks had some effect on Hope, as on most women. That, she reminded herself quickly, didn't altar the fact that she loved Paul more than anything and that her marriage was the most important thing in her life.

Still, she couldn't deny the vague tremor that automatically twitched her clit as she faced him.

She was aware, unsettlingly so, of her nipples stiffening under his obvious gaze, but she tried to act casual as she sat on the chair in front of his desk and demurely crossed a leg over the other. She made no effort to hide the slice of thigh that peeked through the slit of her skirt as she returned his charming smile and nodded at him.

"I knew you'd be back," he said, finally sitting down and appraising her all over with his expressive blue eyes. "The pretty ones never leave me for long."

She laughed. "Oh, Dennis, you haven't changed."

"Of course not," he said with a shrug. "Admit it, honey. You'd be disappointed if I had become some old dead-ass."

"I came back to work, Dennis," Hope said, still smiling but managing to make her voice firm. "I can play all the time at home with Paul."

Dennis waved a hand in front of his faceas if dismissing her words as utter nonsense. "That was always your trouble, Hope. Work, work, work. That's all you ever thought about. I was hoping by now you'd know that work and play should go together. It makes the work so much more enjoyable."

He slowly moved around his desk and sat on

the corner directly in front of her. She couldn't ignore the hammering of her heart as she gazed up at him. She could whiff the intoxicating after-shave lotion on him and she couldn't seem to shake her gaze off his riveting blue eyes. She squirmed uneasily on her chair and cleared her throat.

"Dennis, perhaps we better talk about the job," she said softly. "On the phone you promised-"

"Forget what I said on the phone, sugar" he said easily. "In-person is what counts. And now I'm telling you that if you want to come back to work here, things have to be different. I'm so much easier to get along with if certain female employees are a little playful on the job. Know what I mean?"

She nodded. "I think I'd better go," she whispered, starting to stand.

"Don't be dumb, Hope," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder with just enough pressure to keep her seated on the chair. Again his blue eyes nailed her as his expression turned serious. "I've missed you. I think about you all the fucking time. Now all I want is for you to be friendly. Do that, and things can be so fine for you around here that you'll never know how you survived without this place."

"I love my husband, Dennis," she said, her

voice quivering.

"I don't doubt it," he snapped. "I'm not asking you to leave the guy. Just let yourself go a little. You'll probably surprise yourself. I'm betting you'll love it."

"I'm not interested in a job, that includes cheating on Paul," she said.

"Cheating?" he said with a scoff. "Baby, you're only cheating yourself out of some good times. Not to mention all the joy you're missing out on. Besides, making you feel good is all I'm interested in. It'll make your work go smoother."

He eased his hand down from her shoulder to her tit. Hope gasped softly and sat rigidly as his hand rubbed over the tit mound, grazing the silk of her blouse. Her tits suddenly throbbed as heat covered them. Gradually, his slow, circling massaging caused her nipples to tingle into a rock-hard erections and she had to moan.

"You shouldn't do that, Dennis," she sighed.

"You should stop me, but you don't want to. Right?"

She didn't bother to answer. They both knew the answer. Guilt battled with the sudden excitement she felt. God, why am I letting him do this to me? What am I doing? I should storm right out of here!

But the pleasure and the lewd thrill of Dennis

Andersen calmly fondling her tits through her blouse in his private office was too much. The sensation was too great. She couldn't help herself. Oh, fuck, I'm getting so horny, she told herself.

Slowly, deliberately, he expertly began unbuttoning her blouse and Hope offered no protest. She kept gazing into his deep-blue eyes and felt as if she were about to swoon. He was mesmerizing her, she thought, and the romantic notion struck her as somehow fitting to the moment. At least, it seemed to momentarily soothe her guilt, leaving nothing in the way of the raw passion and pleasure that quickly overtook her.

In seconds he had unbuttoned her blouse and lifted her bra up over her luscious, ripe tit melons. Her big, jutting tits flopped into open view and Dennis seemed to marvel at them. She thrilled to the examination he gave them before lightly rubbing his fingers over the pointy tit tips.

"Mmmmmm, Dennis, this is wrong," she said weakly as the pleasure sizzled through her.

"Tell me that a few minutes from now," he said, slipping off the edge of his desk and kneeling in front of her.

He cupped her mammoth, shapely tits in both of his hands and squeezed them tenderly. He leaned his face forward and she shivered as she

felt his breath on her naked tits. Shudders vibrated throughout her body and she suddenly felt melted to the chair. She uncrossed her long legs and casually parted her knees, giving him more room to lean closer.

In the next instant he kissed one of her pink nipples. Just the gentle touch of his lips on the tip-end of her nipple sent waves of ecstasy over her senses. She gasped and fought the urge to clasp his head tight against her tits and chest. Instead, Hope continued to sit rigidly on the chair, as if she were a prisoner to his lusty attentions.

He directed another soft kiss on her other nipple, but this time flicked his tongue out across the rubbery, stiff tit bud. He teased the nipple with his tongue for several glorious seconds, wetting it with his saliva. Then, without warning, he sucked the nipple between his lips and tongue-lashed it until Hope wanted to cry out.

Now she couldn't stop herself from wrapping her arms around his handsome head and clutching him to her. The warmth of his lips and tongue on her nipple sent wild tremors through her. Her cunt immediately spasmed on its own and she thrilled to the pleasure.

She couldn't help it. The sensations zipping through her were overpowering. She shivered and shuddered as Dennis slowly, gradually, dipping

his head downward, planting soft kisses across her chest and belly. She squirmed on the chair and groaned as she felt his hands slip beneath her skirt. She felt his fingers on the skimpy elastic waistband of her bikini panties, and in the next instant he was ripping them down.

Unconsciously she helped by lifting herself just as he tugged her panties down off her ass. She felt him pull her panties over her legs and though her skirt was still in place, she felt excitingly naked and vulnerable to his prowling hands and exploring fingers.

Her cunt heaved from the excitement and she felt her juices rumbling. Her clit twitched into eager, horny arousal and the rest of her shapely young body seemed to ooze with need. Her raunchy desire made her forget everything else. She was too caught up in the lusty action to think about her husband, her marriage or her true purpose for being here.

She gasped, then squealed as Dennis crammed his head between her knees and started licking her inner thighs. He flicked his tongue near the tops of her old-fashioned stockings, and it was now that she heard his own horny groans and pants.