Temptation (4 page)

Victory number two: I had a partial name-
Ward.

I showered and changed quickly into a gray
pinstriped suit. I had a late lunch meeting today with some
potential business partners, otherwise I would have taken the
entire day off and probably followed Miss Ward to her next
destination.

God, I needed fucking help!

Deciding not to knock, I walked into Bailey's
office like I owned the place but she was sitting behind her desk
on the phone.

"Namaste," Bailey said passively as she
covered the receiver with her hand so the person on the other end
couldn't hear her, before she quickly ended the call.

She stood up to approach me. Her tight pencil
skirt and low cut blouse accentuated the amazing figure I knew was
underneath. Her firm ass, round perky tits, and tight body were one
of the hottest I've ever had my hands on, but she was fucking crazy
so I could only handle her in small doses.

"Namaste?" I raised my eyebrow, questioning
the new word she's added to her vocabulary.

"My yoga instructor uses it, so I thought I
might too."

"Do you even know the meaning behind it?" I
asked her teasingly.

"Theo, I missed you last night," she
whispered seductively, ignoring my question and leaning up to kiss
me on the cheek.

"I was with you for several hours, Bailey.
How could you miss me?"

"You know what I mean. I would love to wake
up with you one of these days."

"And you know I don't do overnights. We've
talked about this."

She reached out to me, her perfectly
manicured hands gripped onto the lapels of my jacket as she pulled
me closer to her body so that her tits rubbed against my chest.

"You could make it up to me. Right here,
right now."

Her hands lowered until she was cupping me
from the outside of my pants. My cock stirred to life under the
fabric and what was the harm in a quick fuck before a boring lunch
meeting?

"I don't have a lot of time, Bailey."

"That's okay, I'll be quick."

She lowered herself to her knees and unzipped
my trousers before sliding her hand in my boxers and pulling out my
cock. I almost wanted to stop this but when her hot mouth covered
the head of my cock and started to suck, I'd be the stupidest
motherfucker to stop it.

I closed my eyes and leant back against her
desk as she continued to suck me off. She wrapped a hand around the
base of me, fisting me and then sliding her fist up and down my
length as she sucked me off. I was about to pull away and bend her
over the desk when there was a knock at the door.

Bailey started to lift her head, but I
reached out and grabbed the back of her head so she wouldn’t stop
sucking. She started this, so now she needed to finish it.

"Who is it?" I grunted angrily as Bailey
continued to take me in her mouth.

"It's Steven."

"Give us a minute, Steven."

I thrust my hips forward so Bailey would take
more of me and after a few more thrusts I was coming down her
throat.

Fuck me, that felt good.

Bailey stood up and adjusted her dress as I
tucked my cock back in my boxers and then zipped up my pants.

"What about me?" she asked innocently.

"Get rid of Steven and I'll make you come
before I leave."

Her eyes lit up with excitement. She's been
with me enough to know I can make her come a hundred different
ways. I've eaten a lot of pussy so I knew what the fuck I was
doing.

"Come in, Steven," Bailey called out,
slipping behind her desk so it looked like we were in here having a
professional meeting.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, Bailey, but Miss
Ward was curious about the four free training sessions she was
promised when she became a member with us. She was wondering when
she could redeem them?"

"Tell Miss Ward I'll be with her in a moment,
Steven."

Steven nodded his head at Bailey and then
glanced in my direction before he left the small office, closing
the door behind him.

"I've got to take care of this, Theo, but do
you think you could make me come with your fingers before you
leave?"

"I thought I was going to be getting a
meal?"

"We don't have time for that, but you can eat
me out on Sunday. I'll still see you Sunday, right?"

"Absolutely. You know how much I need you on
Sundays."

Knowing Bailey would be riding me on Sunday
evenings was the only fucking reason I could make it through a
Sunday with my family. I go through hell with them all day, and
fuck my frustrations out with Bailey all night.

"Great!" she exhales, pulling me over to her.
I slipped my hand under her skirt, sliding my fingers up one of her
smooth, toned legs until I reached her silk thong, preparing to get
her off. She groaned as soon as I slipped my index and middle
finger inside her wet core.

"Ughh..." she groaned. "I really don't want
to deal with this chick right now. I just want to be with you."

Bailey didn’t want to deal with whom? My lap
girl?

"Why, what's wrong?" I asked, continuing to
thrust my fingers inside her as my thumb rubbed circles against her
clit. "Is she a bitch or something?"

Bailey moaned at my touch and laughed in
response to my question at the same time.

"No, Maria's not a bitch. She's actually very
nice, but she's a... a..." she panted huskily. She was unable to
hide how turned on she was as my fingers applied pressure to her
g-spot. I slowed down my movements inside her so she could focus
back on our conversation. But I was not a cruel bastard and
continued to rub slow circles against her throbbing clit.

I looked her in the eyes, waiting for her to
continue.

"She's a whale, Theo. I don't even know why
she comes here every day. She'll never be thin. She'll never be
cute. She should just give up and go home - eat a box of cookies or
something." Her head fell back and I felt her pussy tighten around
my fingers as she prepared to come.

"Instead I'm going to have to humor her and
set up four training sessions with one of my guys, ultimately
wasting their time with a woman who will never pay for a session
and will never lose weight. I tell you, my job can be really
frustrating some days."

She was right there. Just a few more circles,
and a hard thrust or two and she'd be coming all over my fingers.
The right thing to do was let her finish. She did just blow me, but
her cattiness really pissed me off. She was making harsh
assumptions on someone she didn’t even know. It fucking irritated
me and I couldn’t bring myself to finish the job.

I stopped moving inside her and slipped my
hand out from underneath her skirt.

"Hey," she whined.

Her words replayed in my head and infuriated
me. She didn’t know a thing about my lap girl. In the two months
I've observed her in the pool, I've seen her drop a significant
amount of weight. Her determination was inspiring and sexy. She was
beautiful before and she's beautiful now.

Wait.

Since when the fuck did I think she was
sexy?

While we're at it I might as well admit I
liked her voice, her giggle was sensual as hell, and I've even
rubbed one out a few times to the mental image of her in the lap
lanes.

She was my little temptress and she didn’t
even know it.

This was it. I'd gone completely mad, and it
was safe to say I've developed a crush on the woman in lane one.
Listening to Bailey talk trash about her pissed me off. I felt like
I was twelve all over again, listening to the first girl who let me
touch her boobs tease the dorky red head with glasses that hadn't
started developing yet.

Why was I always attracted to crazy
bitches?

I walked over to the door, ready to put some
much needed distance between Bailey and me, but then stopped and
turned to face her. "I changed my mind. Sundays don't work for me
anymore and neither do Thursdays. Go find another wealthy
businessman who will deal with your pompous bullshit and fuck
you."

"You're just going to leave me here? I didn't
even come."

"You've got a vibrator in the top draw and
you know how to use it. Have fun."

I didn’t even stay to hear her reaction,
bursting out the door and leaving the health club with a plump
brunette on my mind. The only positive thing that happened in that
office, besides fucking a warm mouth, was now I had a first name
for my lap girl.

Maria.

I pictured myself thrusting inside Maria's
tight cunt as I came grunting her name.

Fuck!

These fantasies needed to stop. I needed to
find a new woman to replace Bailey before Sunday because I was
going to need to work the visual of Maria, spread eagle on my bed,
out of my system.

Entry #1587

She's perfect in every way. I've tried to
find flaws and when I watch her, like I do every day, I'm waiting
for the flaw to appear, but I've only seen perfection. Her new
figure is accentuated in the pale yellow dress she wears as I watch
her share a laugh with Steven. I want to make her laugh. I want to
be the one who puts that ridiculously beautiful smile on her
face...

All of that brings me to today.

I'd like to tell you that things got better
after that day in Bailey's office. I'd like to tell you that after
I found out Miss Ward's morning routine and how long she swam for,
my interest in her died out and I was able to focus on the more
important things in life.

I'd tell you all that, but it would be
complete bullshit.

I'm not going to go over the next ten months
that led me to today. You know, the man standing behind the
three-tier towel rack? But I will give you a cliff note
version.

Maria continues to swim every day, I continue
to stalk her, and she's lost weight.

A lot more weight.

My stalking isn't something I'm proud of, but
at least I no longer sit in the parking lot waiting for her to
arrive. I just make sure to arrive at the same time she does. This
means no more morning meetings. Yes, I made my assistant change my
meeting schedule so that I could arrive at the health club and
leave the health club at the same time Maria does.

But that's neither here nor there.

I'd swim beside her every day, and every day
she mesmerized me. Her strength, her determination, it was all
paying off. Day by day she got smaller. Day by day I noticed small
changes in her physical appearance and I learned to love her
curves. I saw the strength and power that was behind her size. Most
importantly, I saw glimpses of the woman who was inside.

These were all things I never cared to know
about a woman. In the past it was all about three things. What did
her face look like? What did her body look like? And how was she in
bed? If she passed the first two then I gave her a shot on my dick.
If she was good in bed, I might be calling her for a second or
third round. If she was really good, like fucking amazing, then she
got a regular weekly spot.

None of that shit matters anymore.

Let's get to why I'm stalking her from a
distance today. It's because of the douche bag in lane two. The
prick may not know it yet, and that's probably because his lazy ass
never swims in the morning, but lane two is my lane. It's been my
lane for the past year. I get that lane so I can swim next to her,
but because of a frantic phone call from my mother this morning I
showed up at the health club ten minutes late and my lane was gone,
and now I'm forced to watch her from behind the towels like a damn
predator.

I'm going to fucking kill the bastard in my
lane.

This may be a good time to tell you that the
man occupying lane two is Chris, my doctor and closest friend. The
asshole who basically told me to start swimming in the first place,
and swimming brought on my fascination with Maria, and that
fascination turned into an obsession, forever changing my life,
routine, and who I fantasize about during sex.

So as you can see I have more than one reason
to kill him.

I'm thinking all of this over when the
asshole looks up from the water and spots me. I guess I'm not
completely hidden by the towel rack like I thought. I can scratch
being a detective off my list because I suck at hiding.

When I don't immediately walk over to him he
smirks at me funny and then pulls himself out of the pool. He
stands in front of
her
lane and when she swims over to the
edge, she stands up to talk to him.

They know each other? How do they know each
other?

They talk briefly and then he continues to
walk toward me as she begins to swim again.

"How's it going, T?"

Oh yeah, a few of my very close friends call
me T. You might want to write that down for future reference.

"Not bad," I reply, glancing at the clock.
"What are you doing here at this time of the day? Shouldn't you be
cutting into people’s arteries?"

"I don't cut into arteries, I'm not a
butcher. I had to give someone a lift today. Her car broke
down."

My eyes immediately dart to my girl in lane
one. That's right, my girl. He can't fucking have her.

"I didn't know you were fucking around on
Molly. What? Is the passion gone ever since you two had a kid?"

"You dick. I would never cheat on my wife.
The desire is still there... and we had our daughter almost four
years ago. You would know how old she was if you came to any of the
parties Molly invites you to."

"I don't do parties when there are kids
around. I prefer catching up with you at our weekly golf
games."

"Well, you better be there Saturday. It's
Alyssa's fourth birthday and you have to be there this time. You
missed her party last year."

I laugh at him. "It's not like she's my
fucking kid. What am I going to do at a child's birthday party? I
love your daughter, that's why I sent her a huge check on her
birthday last year."