Risk and Reward - Sex Stories

Risk and Reward

... floral. It was a subtle perfume she'd probably dabbed on her wrists. Gardenia, maybe? I dared another glance at her, and her smile widened. "You look really nice."

I was wearing dress pants and a button-up shirt. Even if I couldn't take Morgan out to dinner, I still wanted to look good for her. She was dressed more casually, in tight-fitting jeans and a soft pink sweater. Her light brown hair, normally pulled back while she was working, now fell a little past her shoulders. I longed to run my fingers through those wavy locks. My gaze briefly dropped to her breasts. I imagined they would be perfect handfuls, firm beneath my palms. "You look absolutely beautiful, Morgan," I murmured. Then I fixed my stare on the road again, fearing I'd been too brazen.

She obviously didn't think so, for her hand moved from my neck to my shoulder before sliding even farther downward, over my chest. I glanced around, growing nervous once more. Traffic was lighter as we headed away from the main part of town, but a car driven by an older woman was keeping pace with mine at that moment. Morgan's hand came to rest on my thigh, her fingertips just inches from my groin. "You know, seeing you each morning is the highlight of my workday," she revealed in a low voice.

I didn't try to hide my pleased grin. "Is that right?"

"Yep. The other women I work with are a little jealous that I have you all to myself, but I've told them you're just being nice since I'm a friend of your daughter's." Her ...

... fingers moved a little farther up my thigh.

"I, uh, appreciate your discretion," I said. Did Morgan know how her touch was affecting me? She had to know. She could read me like a fucking book.

"I'm very careful," Morgan assured me. "But the truth is, when we're talking, and you look up at me with that sexy smile of yours, I actually get wet."

I released a faint moan at her words. Christ, she hadn't even touched my cock, and I was already getting hard! I felt vulnerable and strangely exposed, so I resorted to weak humor in order to hide my arousal. "I had no idea an old guy like me could excite you so much."

Morgan actually snorted at that. "You're so full of it, Will. You know you're gorgeous."

Okay, so she wasn't going to let me get away with any bullshit, I realized. It was true I thought I looked good for my age; I kept in shape, and my dark hair didn't yet have a trace of gray. But my wife's complete lack of interest had done a number on my ego over the years. I also understood that the street went both ways, and since I'd stopped working at the marriage long ago, it was now a matter of reaping what I'd sown.

"You've gone quiet again," Morgan said as she caressed my inner thigh. "Lost in your thoughts."

"I'm sorry," I blurted. She was probably convinced I was an asshole, inviting her out and then not even trying to hold a decent conversation.

"It's okay." I heard the smile in her voice. "We just need to get you thinking with the right head." As soon ...