A Patron of the Arts Part Three - Karen - Sex Stories

A Patron of the Arts Part Three - Karen

... everything that was supposed to be on my desk was there. Then I saw reflections of colors and shapes bouncing off the window behind my desk. I turned to my left and saw that the TV was on. And not just on, but playing a rather graphic porn scene in bigger than life size, with the volume turned way down. The remains of a frozen entrée that had been in the freezer were on the end table, along with a couple of empty soda cans. The leather sofa had been turned to face the screen, and as I walked around I saw that a young woman was sleeping on it. She was an attractive looking blonde; best guess no more than twenty. She was wearing a white blouse that was completely unbuttoned, exposing a pair of bra-less tits that looked to be about a 34B capped with bright pink areola and nipples, and a short skirt that had probably covered the white cotton panties that she started out in, except that the skirt was now pulled up above her waist and the panties were off and on the floor. Her legs were spread enough that I could see wisps of a tuft of soft pubic down that matched the hair on her head, while her right hand was resting on her mound and her middle finger was resting on her slit. I took hold of the girl’s shoulder and gently shook her, treating myself to a good view of her breasts moving back and forth on her chest. They were quite firm; the movement was slight. My intruder started to stir, but I had to shake her a couple of more times (and get to see those pert tits shake around) ...

... before she finally became awake enough to realize what her surroundings were, that I was standing over her, and that she was in a very compromised position. She quickly pulled her blouse closed and flipped her skirt down, her face reddening by the second. “Before I call the police, I’m sure that I’d love to hear why you broke into my office, ate my food, and then fell asleep on my couch while apparently masturbating to porn on my TV.” The red color in her face deepened. “Please, please don’t call the police. I’ll pay you back for everything. I never meant for this to happen.” By now, she was blubbering. Since her bag was across the room, and I could see that she was obviously not carrying any weapons on her person, I agreed to hold off calling the police until I heard her explanation. “Can you at least tell me who you are?” “I’m Karen. I was supposed to drop some documents off here yesterday.” “Yes, I was expecting you. I left about six when I got tired of waiting.” “I’m sorry about that. I got tied up in another presentation, then had to stop for gas, then ran into traffic. I got here at seven. I was hoping that you might have been working late; otherwise I was going to try to slip them under your door.” “Exactly how hard did you try to slip them under that you broke the glass side-panel instead?” I asked, with just a bit of skepticism in my voice. “Well, when I got to your door, I saw all of the lights on, even in your office. I could also tell that the TV was playing. The ...