A Touch of Seduction

At nine that evening Karla started the back-up procedure and announced, “Eleven down, one to go.”

Mark stood and stretched. He looked around the office, noting that the several other people who had been working into the evening the last several nights were gone. Finally.

Mark stepped behind Karla’s chair, and gently touched the tips of her ears. He slowly, lightly ran his fingertips down the curved edge, and onto her neck. He massaged her neck lightly, one might even say teasingly, and then slid his hands down onto her shoulders. The silk of her blouse was smooth and cool under his hands, and glided like oil over her skin. His hands slide across her shoulders, clearly seeking something they weren’t finding.

“I was wondering when you would notice I’m not wearing a bra,” Karla said, with a bit of a smile in her voice.

“Approximately 3:54 PM. About twenty seconds after you returned from the restroom.”

“How did you know?”

“Well, even though I couldn’t see the straps through your blouse, it rides differently here,” he ran his thumbs over the same place on each shoulder. “And it drapes differently here.” He ran his fingers down the front of her blouse, stopping just above her breasts. Karla shivered and took a deep breath, swelling her chest under his hands. She smiled and exhaled, relaxing into Mark’s touch. She expected him to tease her, but in the last several days she had learned to appreciate the pleasure in anticipation, not just the pleasure in gratification. Of course, if there wasn’t some of that pleasure in gratification pretty soon, she would have to kill someone.

“And then there is the subtle but delightful change in the shape here,” he ran his fingers around the edge of her breasts to the curve underneath. He gently pressed the blouse in, causing the fabric to slide across her nipples, and sweet electric sparks shot up from her breasts to bounce around in her brain. That caused her to take another deep breath, which caused more fabric to slide and more sparks to shoot, and she heard Mark take a deep breath as her erect nipples pushed out the fabric. It was the classic win-win situation.

“Oh, yes, and then there are these,” he said in a somewhat huskier voice. His fingers kept the silk taunt, while his index fingers traced the lower edges of her areole. “Sometimes a hint of color, sometimes a hint of shape.” His thumbs traced along the top edges. ”And then there is this lovely, lovely display here.” He slid his thumbs off of her blouse, onto her bare skin. His fingers followed as he moved his thumbs up her neck and along her jaw line, until his hands cupped her chin. Then he tilted her head back, leaned over, and kissed her. It was an awkward position, but that added to its sweetness. Karla covered his hands with hers.

After a moment they broke the kiss, and looked into each other’s eyes in an odd up-side-down sort of way. Karla smiled and said, “I want to massage you, tonight.”

Mark’s smile held surprise and delight. “You talked me into it, you sweet talking thing, you.” He stepped out from behind her. “Where would you like me to sit?”

“I have something special in mind,” she said, as she got up and left her cubical. Moments later she came back, rolling a large ball.

Mark recognized the ball. Ted Jamison, who worked a couple of cubes down, used it instead of a chair. He said it helped with his lower back. Mark looked at it dubiously. “Oooh Kaaay,” he said, as it bounced into his shins.

“Oh, come on, just sit on it.” She positioned it in front of her short filing cabinet. When he sat on it the ball squished up against the cabinet, so that it couldn’t roll. “Bouncy, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” He gave it an experimental bounce.

Karla stepped up and straddled his legs, the smooth material of her slacks sliding against his jeans. She reached out and placed her fingertips on his forehead, then slid them up and into his hair. “I am sooo glad you spotted that I wasn’t wearing a bra. I was afraid that I was so small that you wouldn’t notice.” She clinched her fingers into fists, and slowly pulled up, letting Marks hair slide slowly out of her hands. As she reached the ends she dug her hands in again, and began to pull again.

“Oh, you’re not that small,” he said with his eyes closed, clearly enjoying the experience. “I mean, you may not have “…huge tracts of open land,”” he said. Karla caught the reference, and found it amusing, but hoped he wouldn’t quote Monty Python and the Holy Grail too often. “But that doesn’t mean that there isn’t a wonderful playground and a lovely view.” He looked up at her and smiled mischievously.

She looked down at him. “Oh, if it’s a lovely view you’re after…” She stopped pulling his hair and reached up to the collar of her blouse. She slowly slid her fingers down the line where silk met skin, until they were stopped by a button. She undid it. The fingers continued down, spreading the fabric, widening the gap. They reached the next button. It was undone, as was Mark’s breathing pattern. Another button. And another. And another. Now the blouse was unbuttoned all the way to where it was tucked into her pants. A clean line of skin showed from Karla’s chin to her naval, although her breasts themselves were still hidden behind the edges of silk cloth. “You like?” she said in a whisper.

“Oh, yes. Definitely yes. A marvelous view.”

Karla smiled. “You know, this all started with a hand message. I think I should return the favor.” She took his right hand in hers, but instead of squeezing his fingers she began to run the tips of the fingers of her left hand ever so gently across the back of his hand. Barely making contact with the skin, her fingers glided along, triggering each individual hair. Mark shuddered slightly with each one.

“This could take a while. I think I’d better sit down.” Instead of moving back towards her chair, Karla moved forward. She slowly started to settle onto Mark’s knees.

“Will the ball support us both?”

“That could almost be a comment about my weight. We don’t know each other well enough for that.” She sat on his knees and wiggled her bottom. “Besides, all my weight is out here over your shins. Hardly any extra load on the ball at all.”

“God, I love it when you talk engineering!”

Karla’s smile slowly widened. “Oh, really? Well, let’s see…” she took his hand and placed it against her throat. “Acoustical vibration.” Using both her hands she spread his and pressed it to her upper chest. “Maximum surface contact, for optimal heat transfer.” She noticed a drop of sweat on his brow, so the heat transfer seemed to be working. She lifted his hand, folding in all but his index finger. “Viscosity index,” she said, then slowly licked from the base of the finger to the tip. “Uniform lubricant application.” She put her lips around the tip of his finger, and lowered her head to slowly take it completely into her mouth, watching his face the entire time.

Mark was mesmerized. All he could see was his finger, and her lips. She pulled her head back, then leaned forward, then back, then forward. While his vision was limited, his sense of touch was operating on overload. He was getting warm and cool and wet and light pressure from his finger, and it was amazing. He could feel her butt on his knees, and the insides of her thighs rubbing against the outside of his. He also felt that he should have arranged some things better when he had sat down, as there was rather more binding going on than was comfortable. He was about to try to do something about it when Karla removed his finger from her mouth.

“And last but not least,” she said, as she moved his hand, index finger still extended, down to her chest, “Co-efficient of frict-ion.” as she used his finger to draw a line of saliva down, between her breasts, almost to her belly button. She lifted his hand again, and started kissing his fingertips.

“Was that engineering enough for you?” she said, smiling at him between kisses. “Not to mechanical?”

“Oh, that was very engineering. Very quality. Quite civil.”

“Do you know what I think?” She smiled as she slid up his legs.

“What?”

She leaned close, and whispered in his ear, “I think we should each go home and get some sleep. We have to crank out a chapter tomorrow.”