Ian leaned back, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He growled, and then sighed. “I'm sorry, Kurt. Goldman had me a little riled there. Did you need something?”
His heart began to pound. He would do it. He would say it. “Actually, I wanted to talk about Lisa.”
Ian nodded, looking relieved to change the subject. “Ah, good, because I wanted to talk about her, too.”
“Oh?” Kurt was taken aback.
“Yes. I'm very thankful to you for loaning her to me for these functions, but...”
Kurt waited through the pause, but then said, “But?”
“It has been fun having her on my arm at these functions. She's very attractive and it has been a pleasure to have others see her with me. But these are functions and business events.”
“Yes?” He shifted in his chair.
“I'd love to unwind and have her there as well.”
“Unwind?”
“Yes. On the Fridays I don't have a business event, I would like her to accompany me out. I think that's more than fair recompense for my blocking your firing.”
“I... well...” Kurt thought of them slow-dancing and his pulse began to race.
“Especially considering you cost me a thirty-five thousand dollar bonus.”
He choked back his words. Ian had certainly stuck his own neck out protecting him and was paying through the nose for a mistake not his responsibility. “Maybe we--”
“I'll pick her up every Friday at six and have her home by nine. I'll make sure she gets a good dinner, maybe the movies, maybe a bar with a relaxing atmosphere. No worries, I'll make sure she's treated well.”
Will you be pressing your crotch into hers like when you danced? Suddenly, he was intrigued. He said, “Okay.”
“Excellent.” Ian stood and offered his hand.
Kurt rose and gripped it. The shake was warm and friendly.
“So what was it you had wanted to talk about Lisa?” Ian sat back down.
Can't tell him now... He shrugged. “Wanted to make sure everything was alright.”
He threw up his hands as if to say “clear.” “It's great. She seems to know what to wear, she's quiet, and that suits me perfectly. At the functions, anyways.”
“We'll be married August twenty-fifth.”
“Yes?”
“Well, it would stop then, right?”
Ian frowned, thinking. Then he rose and came around the desk. “Stop? I don't know. But there is one thing I am going to demand.”
“Huh?” Kurt was confused.
Ian clapped his shoulder and smiled. “I want to be your best man.”
“Oh. Well, sure, I guess. We hadn't gotten that far yet. Sure, sure.” He felt good giving that position to his boss. But in the back of his mind he realized Ian hadn't released him from this arrangement when the wedding was mentioned. Did he plan on picking up his newlywed wife and going out with her every Friday until he found his own woman?
* * *
Kurt laid out the short black skirt and matching turtleneck. He wanted her to wear it on her first real date out with Ian. He wanted his boss to see her legs. To see her toned thighs. To see the darkness in the recesses of the skirt that hid her panties. He wanted Ian to become hard looking at her.
But did he want more? Did he want Ian touching her?
The thought caused such a confusion of images and thoughts that he pushed them away.
“Choosing my outfit, huh?” She stood next to him, hands on her hips, shaking her head.
“I like this one.”
She looked up at the ceiling. “You chose it. I'm going to shower.”
They kissed and she went to the bathroom for her shower. She left the door ajar.
He watched her, showering, shaving her legs. Shaving for Ian. For his touch? He half wanted to confront his boss at the door and call the whole thing off. But he knew he owed the man his job and much more. Thirty-five thousand might not seem like a lot to some people but it was a lot to an advertising executive.
She came out a few minutes later, toweling her hair. She went for the dresser.
“Why don't you go without bra and panties tonight?” His voice quavered with excitement.
“You really like the thought of me doing that, don't you?” She gave him an odd, appraising look.
He shrugged. “You're beautiful.”
“Then I am also beautiful wearing them.”
“Give it a shot,” he said. His grin was lascivious.
“Not in that skirt, I'm not.”
“Then go without a bra.”
“But--”
“Your turtleneck covers everything, dear. Everything. He won't see anything. No cleavage, no hint, no skin. Nothing.”
She stood there, hands on hips, gauging him. But she was a timid creature by nature. “What if he doesn't like it?”
“Who would not like it?” he said incredulously.
She shook her head and giggled. “I'll try it. Tell me if it looks too stupid.”
There was no way he was going to tell her she looked stupid.
She pulled the turtleneck on and walked back and forth in front of him. She was stunning.
“Wow,” he said.
“Oh, stop that.”
Her breasts moved naturally in a perky little manner.
You just don't get it, do you? “Really. Wow.”
She giggled, but shook her head. “I don't know.”
“Now put the skirt on without panties.” He started getting hard.
“No way, Jose. Not in those skirts.”
Which means she would consider it in the others? His cock started throbbing.
She put on her panties and then slipped into the small skirt. “How does it look?”
Fantastic. He knelt down in front of her and adjusted her skirt, and peeking up to her panties.
“Stop that, would you? You're making me horny.”
He put his ear against her skirt and hugged her close. “I love you.”
Her hand landed on his head, stroking it. “I love you, too. You don't mind Ian taking me out?”
How could I tell her I did mind? But that I also wanted more of it? He shook his head and she took it for a “no.”
She sighed. “He is a handsome man and he's always so polite.”
“He doesn't flirt?”
“No, not like some of the other men at the functions. He's polite but never suggestive.”
“Except for the slow dancing.”
She hummed with pleasure. “Yes, that was sort of nasty.”
He reached a finger up and lightly stroked her panty-covered pussy.
“Stop that, you dirty man. He'll be here soon.”
Minutes later, he opened the door for Ian.
“Kurt.”
“Ian.”
“Hello,” said Lisa.
Ian's face registered surprise and appraisal. “Well, now.” His smile was large and wide. He offered his arm and gave Kurt a wink.
He watched them leave, already talking about something. Her milky legs were smooth and exposed, covered barely by the small skirt. He had his dick out in a flash, stroking. He watched Ian's arm slide around her waist and pull her hips to his as they walked.
Kurt had a full erection.
When she got into the car, her skirt rode up.
Yes.
* * *
Later that night, in bed, he ran his fingers over her skin. “So did he check you out?”
She giggled. “Yes. I think he really liked the skirt.”
“He was looking at your legs?”
“Mm, hmm. And my panties, too.”
“He saw your panties?”
“He couldn't miss them. That skirt is too short.”
“So wear it again.” He traced his fingers over her panties.
“Are you kidding?”
“No, I'm not. You liked him looking, didn't you?”
“I guess I was flattered.”
He reached into her panties as she spread her thighs op
en. “You're very wet.”
“You're fingering me.”
He laughed. “Uh huh. Did he touch you?”
“Several times. He had his hand on my knee and just above it a few times. And he gave me a hug outside.”
“What kind of hug?”
“I don't know. A hug, you know.” She reached over and began stroking his hardness.
“One-armed?”
“No, it was a full hug.”
He dipped his fingers in. “Could you feel him?”
“His cock? Yes.” She squirmed.
“Did you like feeling it?”
She gave a small shrug. “I don't know.”
He whispered in her ear. “Did you like feeling his cock against you?”
“Yes,” she whispered back. “Are you mad?”
“No. I like that you liked it.”
“It made me want to stroke him.”
His cock swelled and he moaned. “I bet he would have liked that.”
“Him? Are you serious?”
He shot her a look. “What man wouldn't?”
She gripped his cock and stroked faster, looking down at it in concentration.
Was she thinking about what his cock would be like in her hand? “Maybe next time you should.”
She stopped stroking. “I'm engaged to you. We're going to be married in two months.”
“That's right and don't you forget it.”
“You really want me stroking Ian's cock?”
“He would like it.”
“What if he liked it and kissed me?”
He shrugged. “A kiss is just a kiss, I guess. People kiss all the time at New Years.”
“Hmm.” She sounded doubtful.
“He wants to be the best man, remember?”
“Yes. Am I supposed to kiss the best man?”
CHAPTER 7
The following Friday was the night Ian hugged her in front of him when he dropped her off. He picked her up again Sunday for a charity barbecue and hugged her when she came out. They had bought her a sundress for this one. A skimpy little thing that didn't reach her knees.
She had suggested that with this dress, she might go without panties. He had become hard, instantly, when she said it. He had watched her slip the dress on over her naked body. He had ran his hands over the cotton material. She was sensuous.
He watched them hug, Lisa pressing her crotch forward into Ian's. He saw Ian smile, and then his smile widen.
He must be feeling her heat.
Lisa gave him a quick kiss goodbye and skipped out after Ian. He patted her butt as she got into the car.
Kurt was stroking, hard.
* * *
The following Friday, Ian kissed her in front of Kurt. It was a small, affectionate kiss. But the hug was long and clinging.
* * *
His work did not suffer. Kurt saw the income flows picking up on the two contracts he had worked so hard on. The flows were good and promised to do at least as good as he had anticipated.
Ian, for his part, thanked Kurt repeatedly for the use of his fiance.
The real shock came when Ian stood in his office door, leaning against the frame and said, “I got you a raise.”
“A raise? Me? Goldman--”
“Went for it. I told you he would calm down.”
“Why a raise?”
“Because you're the best we have. Bernstein is still building a base. And I thought you deserved it. You've helped me out with my clients by loaning me Lisa. You've helped me personally unwind at the end of the week by graciously granting me a couple of hours with her. You've been a good friend to me and I wanted to reward it.”
Kurt didn't really know what to say. “I... Thank you, I guess.”
Ian laughed. “Hey, listen. I had invited Lisa Saturday to my pool party. Why don't you come along? It's a bunch of clients and a few friends. I'd like you to come. As a friend.”
“I... Well, sure.”
* * *
Kurt answered the door Friday. “Hey, Ian.”
“Kurt.” A smile as friendly as Kurt had ever seen was on Ian's face.
He gave him a smile of his own. “Dancing tonight, eh?”
Ian nodded. “She seemed to like that charity dance, so I found a low-key lounge where they do some dancing.”
He heard Lisa coming downstairs from the second floor. He leaned towards his boss. “She likes the slow dances better.”
“Oh? Oh.” He gave Kurt a wink. “I'll have to make sure she's happy then.”
They nodded at each other.
Lisa was dressed in a black skirt, short, and a red blouse. It was unbuttoned on the top three. If she turned right, Ian would see most of her boob. But he was stunned and excited to see she had picked out the shorter black skirt. She had laid out the longer one because she had said she wanted to go without panties again.
If she had no panties on, there wasn't much more than three inches of skirt covering her pussy.
He watched them hug and kiss. He saw no panty lines. His cock started to get hard.
Would she spread her thighs enough in the car to show him she had none on? He wanted her to. He wanted Ian to look over and see that beautiful pussy he saw every night. Would he want to touch it? His cock twitched.
They left, walking out to the car.
He took his erection out and stroked it. He wanted Ian to see her pussy, but he felt anger mixing with lust when thinking about him touching it. Teasing was one thing, touching and using what was his was another.
And once again, the specter of losing her raised its head. I need to cut this off, before it goes too far. Teasing has been fun and our sex great, but this has to stop.
He stroked slower, up and down, relishing the feel and sensation of his touch while watching his fiance get into Ian's car.
* * *
Kurt opened the front door before Lisa could fiddle with her keys. Ian was with her, arm around her. “Hey, you two.”
“Kurt.”
“Hi hun,” Lisa said. Her eyes were smoldering and her face flushed. She wrapped him in a hug. “I told Ian to come in for some water. The help at the bar was lousy.”
“Sure, of course.” He shut the door behind them.
Ian sat, a few minutes later, glass in hand.
Lisa plopped herself down across his lap, legs closed. She hooked her arms around his neck.
Kurt felt jealousy. “Dancing was good?”
Ian nodded.
Lisa giggled. “Very good.”
“You danced all that time? You didn't go anywhere else?”
Ian raised an eyebrow. “Just danced. And rested in between dances.”
He nodded, relieved.
Despite the lap-sitting, Ian was a gentleman. And he made Kurt promise to come with Lisa the next day for the pool party.
“Swimming, jacuzzi, drinks, loud music and cops telling us to shut up. You know.” Ian had winked.
Lisa followed his boss to the door and they embraced. She pressed into him and he cupped her butt with his hands. Then they were kissing, passionately. Their heads moved together, twisting. His hands moved lower, and then slid up, exposing her butt cheeks. His hands kneaded them while Kurt watched.
After he had left, they got into bed. He was already semi-hard.
Lisa grabbed his cock and stroked it roughly.
“Whoa, turned on a bit, huh?” he said.
Her eyes were half-lidded. “I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
His erection firmed. “What happened tonight?”
“He teased me all night. I rubbed my pussy all over him and he ground his hardness against me.”
“That's all? He only teased you?”
“Yes. I even grabbed him through his pants and rubbed.”
“You did?” His surprise was battered around inside him by jealousy.
“He has a nice one, like yours.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, and I think he's a little bigger than you. But not thick l
ike you are.”
He felt intrigued but uncomfortable at the same time talking about Ian's dick.
“What did he say?”
“He didn't. He kissed me.”
“Like that tongue-wrestle you did at the door?”
“Yes. Were you mad? You told me I should kiss him.” She stroked him faster. “You also told me to touch him.”
Now that she had, though, he wished he could take it all back. But his dick was fully erect, leaking juices. He would put a stop to it all. Monday. Definitely.
He fucked her. Hard. He pounded his cock into his fiance's pussy that had so recently been rubbed against his boss's erection. She called his name out, over and over, at least letting him know she was thinking of him and not Ian.
* * *
They drove up the hill into the “better” part of town. The homes with the views.
“I've been thinking of calling off the dating thing before the wedding.” Kurt glanced at her.
“Right. It stops just before the wedding.”
“No, I meant before that, even. Like maybe Monday.”
She looked at him, confused. “Why?”
“I'm not sure I like where this is going.”
“Going? I'm being a date to him and teasing him like you wanted me to.”
“Maybe it should end.”
“But why? Everyone's having fun.”
“I don't want anything beyond this dating thing to develop and I'm worried--”
“Nothing is developing. I love you, not him. You and I are getting married.”
“But--”
“You arranged this whole thing.” She pouted.
So she is disappointed. Because she was having fun or because she was developing something with Ian? He didn't know.
She plucked at her cotton shirt covering her bikini top. “I was just helping us out, like you asked. And everything I've done you've told me to.”
She was right. But how could he tell her he was so conflicted? Would she understand? He sighed. “You're right. I'm sorry. My feelings aren't your fault.”
She laid a hand on his leg. “What's really the matter?”
He looked at her and then back to the road. It was their signal. The truth. “I don't want to lose you to him.”
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