Mark then says, “Ok, well you certainly don’t need to decide anything right now. Just knowing Linda as I do, I’m pretty sure the offer is on the table.” Mark then smiles before turning back towards his own computer to continue on his day’s work. I turn back to my own screen, and while I now feel more confident that at least this couple isn’t trying to take advantage of me, I’ve moved onto a new concern. I can’t help but question Mark’s confidence in what Linda wants. How can he possibly be so sure that she would want to have sex with me anyway? If she did, she would literally be the first female on earth that’s ever thought that. Fuck, my mind is so confused and messed up right now, I literally have no idea what to think about anything.
Somehow I manage to get through the rest of the day, and without any further sightings of Linda, either. That night however, I end up lying in bed thinking about this crazy proposition for hours. I eventually end up jerking off while fantasizing about Mark’s wife, but even after I cum, my mind is still so conflicted over whether I would ever actually want to have sex with her. The more I think about it though, the more I continue to doubt that Mark even knows what his wife wants, and there’s probably a decent chance Linda doesn’t even want to have sex with me anyway. So in the end, I decide this whole dilemma is probably a moot point, and once I conclude that, I’m finally able to fall asleep.
The next day is a Thursday, and I end up getting to the Dwyer’s house right at 8am, just like usual. When I ring the doorbell, Linda’s there to greet me, and while I was a little paranoid that Mark must’ve told her all about our conversation the day before, she greets me exactly as she has on prior mornings. If she does know what went down yesterday, she’s certainly playing it coy.
“Mark’s already downstairs if you wanna head on down.” She tells me.
“Thanks!” I respond, before heading down to the basement. When I get there, I see Mark and say hello.
“Gooooood Morning.” He greets me back in a pleasantly cheerful mode. With everything that happened the day before, I feel like it’s going to be quite the challenge to focus on actual work today, but I’m going to try my best. I have a seat and bring up the Word document I was looking over yesterday.
“Are you still working on the mechanical arm section of that Robinson doc?” Mark asks me.
“Yeah, but I’m almost done.” I answer.
“Awesome.” Mark tells me. “Yeah, no rush but that’s great.”
At this point, it sure seems like both Mark and Linda are acting 100% normal this morning, so I’m thinking there’s probably a decent chance that he didn’t mention anything to his wife about his proposition of her to me. And if that’s the case, maybe he realized it wasn’t a good idea after all and maybe he’ll just never mention it to her. If that’s what he decides, then that wouldn’t be so bad. In fact, I think I would be pretty relieved. But maybe a little disappointed too? Is it possible to have both those feelings at once?
So I start on my work for the morning, and surprisingly I’m able to concentrate and actually make some progress. The first test of my focus though happens about an hour into the day when I see Linda appear walking down the steps with two glasses of water in hand. I give her an appreciative look and we briefly make eye contact as she places the first water at my desk.
“Here ya go!” She says cheerfully.
“Thanks!” I respond. And as she walks over to Mark’s desk with his water, I return my attention to my computer. I’ve been struggling to rework the wording of one particular sentence, which I think is a little confusing, and just as I finally settle on the edit, I’m jolted by a startling sensation.
I feel a hand run its fingers through the back of my hair. Holy fuck, it’s Linda, and she’s touching me. She’s never touched me before. Mark must’ve told her after all.
My heart starts racing and my hands instantly lock up, frozen in place hovering above my keyboard. I can’t turn around so I’m basically waiting for her to say something, and soon enough she does.
“Mark told me all about your conversation yesterday.” She says as I still stare forward, unable to turn and look at her. “It was really sweet the way he described you guys having such a personal discussion.”
I still don’t know how to respond, but the next thing I know, Linda moves to the side of me while taking her hand off my head. She then crouches down to where she’s quite low and actually looking up at me. At this point I basically have no choice but to look over and acknowledge her, so I turn my head and make eye contact. With her slightly below me, I see that she actually has on a low cut dress that I hadn’t initially noticed, so I have a perfect view of a pretty long line of cleavage. And at the exact same time I notice her tits, I feel her hand land right on my thigh as I sit in my office chair. Holy shit is the touch of her hand on my leg overpowering. It’s all I can think about as I struggle to keep my composure. It’s such a simple physical gesture, but for someone as completely inexperienced as I am, it’s overwhelming.
Now that it’s clear that Mark told Linda everything, and with her right next to me, I’m again forced to face this massive question about whether or not I should go through with this proposition. But one thing I soon realize is that while I might be somewhat lukewarm on Linda’s physical appearance, it’s completely trumped by the fact that for the first time in my life, someone is touching me in a sexual manner. There’s no internet porn or fantasy about a crush that could ever compete with this actual woman sitting right next to me. Linda is real, with real tits, and a real vagina that I might be able to touch, lick, smell, and taste. I’ve wanted to experience these things for as long as I can remember, and I don’t want to wait any longer. If I really have this opportunity in front of me, then I don’t think there’s any way I can pass it up.
My mind is made up. And as soon as I realize that this might actually happen, I start to feel short of breath. I take a couple of deep breaths to try and gather myself, and there’s no doubt Linda notices this. I can’t help but think that she saw her opportunity to pounce, as she quietly asks, “How about you and I head upstairs for a little bit?”
“Ok.” I meekly say in response.
And with that, Linda stands up and lifts her hand from my leg to take my hand instead. She leads me away from my chair and we slowly start walking up the stairs. As we ascend, I turn and look back at Mark still sitting at his desk, and he has a huge smile on his face.
“You kids have fun now.” Mark says, grinning ear to ear, before turning his attention back to his computer where he just casually continues typing away.