Trapped… so to speak

Things start to slide… weakness… cursed weakeness

Towards the end of their chat, the barrister came with the order Andrew had placed and engaged them in a lovely conversation. This was a bit of a relief for Andrew, as he was growing tired of fighting his inner urges. Maybe, with a third party, he’d finally get a glance of Kate’s outfit.

The conversation grew more interesting. As the attention shifted towards the barrister, Andrew stole a look and instantly knew he was in trouble. Her mid-thigh length body hugging tightly knit sweater dress looked like a smooth sensual glove over her beautiful curves. Kate had a lot of sweet wonderful curves that left her looking like an hour glass. Exactly what he had always wanted. Precisely what triggered his weakness too.

The cashmere nude colored dress fit flawlessly. The black heels were the only accent that took away from the feel of luxury. They weren’t that high, but they had enough design going for them to make the very appealing. The neckline of the dress slouched enough to reveal her collar bones without exposing too much of her ample cleavage.

The increased stiffness made Andrew flush over red. There was no denying that he was weakened by her beauty. To his great fortune, Kate didn’t seem to react or pay him much mind. The conversation just kept flowing.

It was time for him to go. He had to get out of there before his blush would betray him. Kate was his colleague. He did not need to have a chat with HR about his attraction to her. She was undoing him with the way she laughed and tossed her hair… a very slight toss… but a toss not loss on him.

As Andrew tried to adjust himself to leave, the edge of his periphery caught the movement of Kate’s leg. She was absentmindedly blocking his exit from the booth. All cleverly done while laughing with the barrister at a joke he had levied skillfully to open up an escape route.

Oh, Kate is good. Or is she?

As the laugher died down, Kate stole a look to see how Andrew was holding up. He had picked up on her attempt to block his exit. She cursed silently under her breath. He was good. Very good a reading situations. Yet, totally clueless about her attraction to him. A complete baffling puzzle.

Kate was sure that Andrew had stolen a look or two of her outfit. Why else would his face be shining bright red? The joke, as funny as it was, and as cleverly placed as it was, had not made Andrew laugh enough to justify the extent of his blushing. And his lack of interest in the barrister, albeit very well masked, made it clear she was not causing his blushing.

Maybe, she’d have to up the ante a bit. Not moving her leg, she adjusted herself enough to make it seem that she was reaching for something she had dropped. Most guy usually followed her to steal a look under the table at her.

Not Andrew. He swiftly gathered the tray of coffee while closing the chat and prepared to step out. Kate was very surprised and pleased to see that she had caused Andrew to fill his pants beautifully. She had an effect on him after all. He was still interested in women instead of no one at all.

Kate was not prepared for the sensation of lust to nearly choked her when his leg made contact with hers. Andrew paused and backed away. He was really good at controlling himself. His apology was very fitting but his eyes kept a very polite professional gaze away from her body. Exactly where they shouldn’t be… if he had been like most men. However, the bulge in his pants, as she straightened herself, told a different story.

Andrew felt trapped. So to speak. Trapped in the booth he wished he could stay in. However. His bulge was such that he could not leave this aroused. And her legs. Oh her legs. He could not stop the naughty thoughts they had just sparked in his head. He had to leave. This was exactly the trigger he did not need. His inner demons were getting excited. Bad things happened to him whenever… Andrew felt himself going into a death spiral… one that could cost him everything.

If only he could reach across and feel the nylon covered thighs and allow his hand to slip beneath he dress… he’d find a way to move the hosiery aside and find her softness and caress her until she trembled wanting him to fill her.

Andrew shook his head. He repeated his apology. Kate smiled graciously and blushed pink.

The small talk resumed as if nothing had happened. How could he be so cool, calm, and collected. She had passed her best game on him and he didn’t miss a beat. Kate was ignoring the fact she was moist. She now needed to understand what kept this guy so together.

Could she really come to trust him emotionally as her rock? This was drawing her in. If that was to be the case, she had found her knight in shining armor in an era where guys didn’t know what the word chivalry meant.

Pulling back her legs, Kate was sure to not graze his. The electric jolt she had received had totally shifted everything inside of her. She now lusted and craved for the one man she felt could elude her. That, she respected.