Almost four years ago…“Hey, c’mon, p-please… Rina, stop…” I countered, holding my hand
Almost four years ago…“Hey, c’mon, p-please… Rina, stop…” I countered, holding my hands up and attempting a laugh…but hearing myself stammer as I stepped back into the wall, “Remember…my wife -”“Your wife,” she interrupted, giggling as she took another step closer, “…isn’t here…” We’d found ourselves, my medical assistant Rina and I, alone in a back hallway of the local tavern I’d rented out for the office’s annual holiday party. Just like at the office, we’d been flirting and joking with one another all evening, drinking, eating…more drinking, with all the rest of the staff, a nice little crowd. I like to think I have a friendly relationship with all my employees…but let’s just say I liked Rina, my newest hire, especially well. And here we were…and now we were alone.“Nope, wifey’s not here…is she?” she finished, as she clasped her hands in front of her, purposefully squeezing her soft mams between her arms, making that amazing cleavage of hers bubble and bulge over her neckline. I couldn’t help but look down, falling right into her trap. I rarely got to see her in anything other than scrubs, and wow… her figure… So big, at least as big as Deanna, if not bigger…“Uh… W-well, you see…” I stuttered. I was trying to retain my composure, my at-ease smile…but I was turning into a mess. Just a half hour earlier I was up in front of everyone as they finished dessert, telling jokes and lauding them for another successful year at the practice. And now, I found myself here, feeling like a mouse that had been cornered by a hungry cat and…boy, was I nervous. “Uh…”I laughed again, and she was smiling playfully, like this was a drunken little game. But the way she gazed up at me with those big dark eyes, as shiny and beautiful as polished obsidian, made it perfectly clear we weren’t just playing any more.When I finally did get a hold of myself and I looked back up at her she was already wearing that smirk of hers… that sexy, knowing smirk. The same one that she always gave me when she caught me glancing her way in the office. But now, here, with four bourbons in me, I was outright staring, barely even trying to hide it. Yes, Rina and I had a fun, flirty thing going at work, and I’d had fun, flirty relationships with lots of “my girls”. They all seemed to like it, and I like to think it - I dunno - keeps the work environment fun, if we can all be friends, friendly, flirty. But - especially since my last affair with Deanna - I was always careful to tread carefully. The alcohol in my system, though, tonight, certainly wasn’t doing me any favors in this regard, and I felt my blood starting to race dangerously in excitement.“No, she isn’t,” she answered for me, reaching up to straighten my tie for me, pouting, “she isn’t here at all.” Satisfied with my collar, she ran her hands slowly down my chest. “She made you come here all…by…your…”Her hands ended up under my jacket, near my belly.“…self.”“Yes, yeah…you guys,” I said, trying again to laugh, immediately knowing I was too brave in my reply, the booze speaking for me, “have me all to yourselves.”At that Rina laughed, laughed and then….purred. “Yes, all to ourself…” She smiled up at me, as we were both obviously enjoying this covert moment together, and I smiled back.“Where did she say she had to go again?” she asked, blithely, “Some big lawyer meeting thing? Like, she couldn’t be bothered to be here for you tonight?…”Oh Jeez, why did she have to be so perceptive? “N-no…’ I chuckled, “that’s not i-”“Oh, I think it is. What a cruel woman, leaving her husband here all alone…” Rina teased, her voice quieting to a gentle whisper as she stepped in closer, pressing herself against me, “Poor, poor Doctor…“Her mouth was now mere inches from mine, and I could feel the warm breath of her Amaretto Sours on my face. The gentle caress of her fingers drew tiny, little circles on my abdomen and despite myself…they were electrifying. Even through the fabric of my shirt they sent shivers down my spine. Not to mention those breasts - god they’re big… big and firm, firm and soft - squishing warmly into me, deforming against my chest and spreading out even wider. And at this point cleavage was absolutely exploding out of her neckline, her tanned skin contrasting beautifully against the dark neckline of her grey sweater dress. “You deserve better,” she stated indulgently, scratching my sides through my shirt with long, manicured nails, “You work sooo much… so many long, stressful hours, helping all those nice people…”“Yeah haha…” I managed trying to back away as much as I could, but only finding myself taking an unneeded sip of now-watery whiskey.“I mean, I’m sure your wife is nice…”“Nice?” I added, too quickly and far too unwisely, too candidly, “I don’t know if I’d call her ‘nice’…” That, for sure, brought a slow, wide smile to Rina’s face, catching me in this lack of restraint, this moment of candor.“Awww…You deserve someone nice. Someone that can…return the favor,” she continued, picking up on my cues, that she was hitting home, “someone who can make everything feel all better after such a long…hard…day.”I swallowed loudly, trying to think about anything other than how good her thick thigh felt pressing into my groin, my steadily growing hardness. Could she feel it yet? I fought against every deep urge inside myself not to push myself into her leg, make her feel it.But I know I should have been thinking more clearly about Sheryl… my wife, the woman to whom I’d committed myself. A smart, capable, beautiful woman in her own right, who helped me buy and build this practice, gave me so much support. I needed to be strong. I couldn’t do this to her again, not after all that I had put her through the first time. Things had been going so well lately between us, I like to think we’d fixed things. I know I should have pushed Rina away, I should have told her to leave me alone but I stupidly didn’t. I was too weak, too stupified by booze, by how much fun I’d been having…by Rina’s smooth, enticing voice, by the closeness of her body, by her big, full breasts and deep cleavage. It was all just so… so……promising.And so I let her continue.“Your wife’s not…gentle, is she?” she continued, smiling mischievously up at me, as she slowly squeezed her shoulders again, pushing them together to display her size and pull my gaze, “She’s not…soft, like me, is she?”“Hehe no…she’s…uh…” Jesus those breasts. Bulging, tan. Even in this dim light, a few freckles. “She’s, uh, not…” And, god, Rina was a new mom, right? “…not like…you.”“Do you like them, Dr J?” She asked suddenly, blinking coquettishly up at me as I wrenched my gaze back up into her eyes. Fuck, I was staring again!“Wh-whu..?” I laughed, trying to save myself.She giggled. “I always see you looking at me, at work…” she said, with faux innocence, “Why is that?” “L-looking at you?” I tried, “Hahah I don’t, I wasn’t -” I began, but again I was interrupted.“You mean you don’t look at my tits?” she smiled, eyes flashing…giggling, “You don’t…like them?”Oh my god I have to-“No, I mean…I totally love them.” Wait…What was I saying??Before I could save myself she gave a hearty laugh, throwing her head back, her long dark hair flowing over her shoulders, the flesh of boobs jiggling. “That’s good,” she said, as she pulled her shoulders back, drew in a deep breath to expand her torso, “I’m so glad you like them…that you like looking at me…”I tried to stammer a response, backpedal.“Shhh…” She hushed me, putting her finger against my lips, “It’s okay sweetie, I don’t mind…” Moving her hand to the back of my head, she urged my head to tilt, my gaze lower… to look down at her… Oh God…“Yes… that’s it…” She cooed as I stared down at her, down her top and into that wonderful, deliciously full cleavage, “Rina’s just so big, isn’t she?” Stupidly, I nodded, too paralyzed by her charms to say or do anything else. I felt more than saw the satisfied grin spread across her face, the glint of triumph flashing in the dark onyx of her eyes. I knew this was going a little too far but it wasn’t obviously bothering her one bit.“Yes, ever since I started, after having the baby, now that they’re so big…” she continued, “…you can’t keep your eyes off them, can you?”“N-no I, uh…” I stammered, more and more caution being thrown to the wind, “you’re beautiful…”“Oh, Doctor….”And that’s when something changed - I felt something change in her, in the air between us. Her confidence soared, her mind made up. She knew, I knew, we both knew that this was going somewhere. I saw her look left, and then right, and then - confident that we were alone - I felt her hand grab me through my pants. I groaned - quietly, not wanting to be heard - but did nothing to stop her. Suddenly I was putty in her hands.And then we kissed…======================thanks to DB20 for his help on this one! -- source link