Lisa's Co-Worker - Part 1 (Patreon)

Here we go folks. A Patreon upper tier exclusive series.

It is a bit different from many of my other stories, and you will see how as you read. I'm trying a few new things, and hope I try them to your satisfaction.

Anyway, have a nice read, and let me know what you think afterwards.

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Lisa Waters was your average mother and housewife. She was fairly attractive in her younger days, but after two kids, 4 and 6, she had gained a bit of weight in the areas women hate the most. Her ass and in her thighs. And a tiny bit of a potbelly, though not as protruding anymore as she changed up her diet and some of her workout regimen. However, two kids, a home, and her work as a lawyer were time-consuming enough that she only ran around every other day.

Mousy brown hair, perhaps reddish on a sunny day, blue-grayish eyes, 5 foot 2, and 140 pounds of motherly figure. Busty and attractive in her youth, but the years as a mother had left Lisa a bit self-conscious about her looks, especially at the age of 35. Perhaps even a bit oblivious to her appearance, and certainly as she focused on more important aspects of her life, she did not concern herself much with fashion anymore.

In her younger days, she’d dye her hair, work out, paint, and do all sorts of activities, but ever since she became both a lawyer and a mother. While Lisa hadn’t per se let go, the years and the two pregnancies had left her somewhat… curvacious, some would say. Lisa tried not to think too much about it, not caught up in such matters anymore. She wasn’t obese by any stretch, but it made her a bit hesitant about a bikini or even looking at herself nude in the mirror for too long.

Lisa never dolled up more than necessary, and the couple rarely had date nights anymore, and most of her free time she spent on her children. From playdates and soccer practices to school projects and helping the girls with math. Jeff was a good dad and helped out but the stresses of the day-to-day of being a parent rendered her daily life a bit docile and, for lack of a better term, average.

Their marriage was comfortable and good, but not adventurous, passionate, and perhaps just a tad plain. Lisa never complained, though. She had her things to do throughout the day and was more or less happy. But one could say that perhaps the spark and the passion from her and Jeff as an item had… diminished. 

Jeff had a tendency to frown on the early attempts Lisa made to freshen stuff up, like if she was putting on a bit of extra make-up, and whatnot, to look good for her husband. It wasn’t uncommon that Jeff would react with a “that’s not necessary,” or sometimes the more ‘hostile’ version of that. So with time, Lisa didn’t put in the same effort anymore, one way or the other.

Perhaps it was on both of them, but everything might’ve been a bit taken for granted.

Jeff got a job way away from anybody they knew in Seattle, so they moved across the country to a small college town outside of Indianapolis. They more or less left everything behind, but Jeff at least always had a habit of making friends. And Lisa had her kids to devote her time to. So it was alright. Despite them both having stressful jobs, Lisa was the one who drove them to school, took them to any and all sports activities, helped with homework, did laundry, and in general held the house in check. With a recent promotion, they at least could get a maid, so there was that!

Jeff would help with the occasional chore, but it was always after prompts and reminders. It wasn’t that he wasn’t capable, more that he didn’t like doing it so he simply didn’t. And, he’d never say this out loud, but wasn’t it sort of the role of the mother anyway? To take care of stuff?

So when a work trip came along, Lisa was more than happy to go. If nothing else, then to get a break from the kids. The trip was expected to last at least a full month of vacation. Though, it was work. But Lisa took what she could get. And besides, it was in sunny Florida. Miami, no less. Even in the winter, it was plenty warm for a Midwestern resident.

What better way to spend a sunny and hot Florida winter than to get to work and soak up some rays? Maybe she could make her pale freckled white skin a bit less pale. However, she'd probably get burnt anyway, despite all of the high-end sunscreen available.

She'd be traveling with one of the fresh employees at the firm, however, and the whole trip was assisting in a class action case involving elderly law, so if Lisa knew her luck, she'd be lucky if she got any time for herself at all. It was a work trip after all, so what can one expect? At least the intern in question wasn’t too bad. A freshly educated young man ten years Lisa’s junior. Apparently, he knew somebody important, as he had managed to latch himself to her team.

Andrew Philips. As mentioned, he knew someone important, so he had gotten himself a pretty cozy “internship” until working his way to getting a permanent position later on, getting into the wing of Lisa’s superiors, which meant that Andrew had gotten under her wing, sort to speak. And by wing, she had barely worked with him thus far, having shared the same corridor for only less than a week up till now. He was like most fresh out of law school, full of ideals and such.

Lisa expected that the trip would leave her somewhat exhausted, as that always seemed to happen on business trips like this. Especially since her daughter had been a bit more needy lately, and her son was currently fighting the latest flu, causing him to be extra whiny as his body fought off the effects. So Jeff would have to deal with that. Yes, Jeff was a good husband and a good father, but whenever something happened it was always the mother the teachers called. Jeff was an MD, so Lisa did have the job easiest to navigate from home, even if it was rarely optimal.

Something that was a point of contention, however, was the intern who was joining Lisa. Andrew. Jeff wasn't the biggest fan of his. Not because the kid was incompetent, but because Jeff thought the kid had flirted with Lisa when he had gotten one too many drinks at a company barbecue when he was still an intern. Lisa dismissed it as the booze, and they had gotten on perfectly fine ever since as colleagues. 

However, Jeff being quite the jealous type, didn’t like the fact that the handsome younger intern was going to work closely with his wife. So that’s the thing. Lisa never really considered Andrew as anything other than a person who was in her office, but Andrew was both tall and handsome. Loads of the women at the office had gossiped even, which was way out of line according to Lisa. But Jeff had nothing to worry about. First of all, Jeff was tall and handsome himself, even if he had some weird possessive insecurities. Secondly, it was a friendly barbecue and just a few ill-placed remarks that could have been a bit more flirty than necessary. But it was honestly quite innocent.

So Lisa wasn't worried about it. She was a 35-year-old housewife, a mother of two, and slightly out of shape. There was nothing to be attracted to on her, right? They were colleagues, for Christ's sake.

But as the trip approached, Jeff started getting jealous again.

“Are you sure you have to take Andrew?” Jeff said. “I mean, pff, what about that Lizzie chick?”

“She’s out until the pregnancy is done. Honey, relax. He's not going to hit on me. He's nothing to worry about. I'm a tired mom, nothing for a young guy like that to lust after,” Lisa joked. It was just so not the case. That seemed to calm Jeff a bit. Why? Did he agree with her assessment?

There was just no point in even having this debate though. It was so unlikely. Lisa would never cheat, for one, and besides, Andrew was a young slayer, he’d get his fix somewhere else. Ge was an effective researcher, and Sharon, their boss, thought this trip under Lisa's wing would do him good. Lisa was inclined to agree. If they were working together, and he was in the firm for the long haul just like herself, then this was probably productive.

“Jeff. It was just some flirting. And he's mostly nice in the office,” Lisa said.

“Mostly?”

Lisa rolled her eyes and went upstairs. She didn't need this. Not right before she had to fix herself and get ready to head out. Jeff was being a bit childish, but whatever. It was a work trip. But to make things right, Lisa promised to call her husband during the evening if she was able, just so that the whole Andrew issue wouldn't become worse.

“Your boyfriend is outside,” Jeff mumbled as he entered the bedroom a few minutes later to help Lisa with her luggage. Andrew was picking her up for the airport.

“Lay off,” Lisa sighed. It was so tiresome. “And I told Kaia’s mother that if the situation allows it, Penny can stay over this weekend.”

Penny was Lisa and Jeff’s daughter, Kaia was her bestie.

“Did you know that their eldest, Paige, wears lipstick? She’s not even 16!” Jeff chuckled as if that was the most surreal thing ever.

“Kids grow up and want to try new things. I mean, I wore lipstick all through my teens. Red, green, blue, you name it,” Lisa retorted.

“Yeah, but that’s different. And you don’t anymore? I mean, one thing is to be a bit childish, but I don’t think that is Paige’s intention,” Jeff said, shaking his head. Either he was unaware or he didn’t care how backhanded his comment was.

Then the doorbell downstairs rang. Jeff had only announced Andrew, but hadn’t gone out to invite him in. Typical Jeff. Lisa rolled her eyes internally. 

“Got everything you need?” Jeff said, looking at her luggage with narrow eyes before quickly zipping up her suitcase. “They have coat hangers down there right?” he joked.

“Yeah. I heard we get the weekends off, so I might actually go get a bikini or something. There’s a pool at the hotel,” Lisa said.

“Why? You have a swimming suit?” Jeff chuckled. “Besides, I’m watching the kids all week, I need you to come here and gimme a break, girl.”

“Pff, I watch them the rest of the year. Besides, you’ll have plenty of special bonding time with them. You’ll love it. I won’t be able to pry you away from them when I come back,” Lisa chuckled. She’d probably loop back home for the weekends anyway. If she knew herself, she’d miss her children too much.

“You staying in different hotels or is the whole bunch staying at the same place?” Jeff asked, trying desperately to sound like was just curious. Lisa didn’t want to play games so she just confirmed that everyone was indeed staying at the hotel.

The bell ran again. They heard Penny cause a ruckus downstairs as she hurried to open the door, being too short to reach the handle.

“We better get down there,” Jeff said.

Coming down the stairs, they saw that Penny and Andrew were already in a lively conversation about how neat her T-shirt was. Andrew was a big man wearing a suit, so seeing him sitting down at Penny and talking pink T-shirts was honestly quite a cute scene, thought Lisa. You can tell the character of a man of what makes a man smile, and Andrew’s blue eyes wrinkled up at the eagerness of Penny, ruffling her hair as he stood back up.

Jeff was no dwarf, but Andrew certainly had both a few pounds in his broad shoulders and a few inches on Lisa’s husband. Maybe that was why Jeff was so jealous. Nah, Jeff didn’t like any man who conversed with Lisa in any fashion, let alone one who had made some remarks about how her dress had fitted her a bit too well at a barbecue a while back.

So as Andrew greeted Lisa with a smile, Jeff just crossed his arms and frowned. Andrew extended his hand, which Jeff shook without a word. Lisa sighed and kissed Jeff on the cheek, said her goodbyes, and headed out.

*

“Want the window seat?” Andrew asked.

I just shook my head, sitting down. It was barely a few hour's flight, so I kind of wanted to just get a jump on the case. I had brought some documents about Florida law to sift through. 

Andrew seemed already hellbent on making this opportunity a vacation. After all, Florida was so damn tropical and humid, and the case seemed easy on our part, but I didn't see myself having time for that. The weather was rather pleasant compared to Indiana at the moment, that was a given I guess, and as we arrived Andrew kept trying to change my mind about going to the beach.

“And I didn't bring a bathing suit, anyway,” I concluded.

“Seriously?” Andrew asked as we entered our hotel. “You don't know what you're missing.”

We were put up at the Marriot, fairly luxurious for two lawyers without money coming out of their ears. I was more eager to get up to my hotel room and get out of my formal work clothes, and into some nice comfy mom pants. My gray sweats, in particular. The ones with the giant pink PIZZA EATER logo on them Jeff had gotten me a few years ago. Those were the good pants. The sweatpants for champions.

“Just buy one down here,” Andrew suggested.

“I'm good. But enjoy yourself. We have some long weeks ahead of us. But you deserve a vacation,” I answered, not trying to totally be the grumpy old boss. I also knew Andrew had had quite the start to the week at the big(ger) offices. “I'm gonna get a head start on all these files they sent us. I'll just grab a drink in the hotel bar and go over the bullet points at least.”

“Come on, relax a little bit,” Andrew said.

“Nothing more relaxing than scotch and insurance policies,” I joked back. Andrew shook his head, chuckling.

But instead of heading to his room or out to have fun, Andrew surprised me by following me to the bar. When I raised an eyebrow, he chuckled, “Hell, we're meeting the other team tomorrow, I won't leave ya in the trenches.”

I smiled at the gesture. I wasn’t sure how his work ethic was just yet, but so far it seemed like he at least was a team player.

“I got a copy, and while I'm better with a Google search bar than reading these things, I at least can buy you that scotch. And maybe I can cover some other domains. I mean, there are previous cases I can glance through.”

I smiled. It wasn't often a young man bought me a drink. It was a while since even Jeff had bought me one, for that matter. I found it flattering, though, I knew it was just a business situation and the like. 

Andrew moved a hand to my back and gently motioned for me to go ahead. I felt a small wave of goosebumps as I felt his hand between my shoulder blades, and I felt myself tense up a bit. It felt a bit awkward getting touched, as I was his superior after all, but it was polite nonetheless. I quickly escaped to one of the corners of the hotel bar. A cozy table, for 4. Two big squishy couches and an ottoman to put our feet on. An unlit fireplace in the corner. It was beautiful and tranquil.

Andrew and I sat in more or less focused quiet, reading through a bunch of the documents. From what I could gather, which we would get a rundown on when we met our Florida colleagues, it seemed like some loop-around for some insurance where the company wasn't fully protecting the interests of their elderly customers, especially with these prices that were charged monthly. Namely, some trusts and funds they had that should have gone elsewhere. Some questionable management, to say the least. I wasn't an expert on Florida law, but I had read quite a few insurance papers in my time. Things would be clearer over the week. It would be nice to have a good overview and to know what to look for rather than a brief overview.

“How come you didn't brink a bikini?” Andrew asked after a few hours of quieter commentary.

“What? Oh. I don't have one, actually. I actually prefer bathing suits,” I said. “And this is a work trip. While I like the sun and beaches, I didn't think we'd have much time to relax.”

“A whole month? And not a single trip to the beach? I’m pretty sure that is a crime” Andrew chuckled, making a quite accurate remark. Perhaps I should have brought a bathing suit after all. Though, I had half a mind to go back up to Indiana to my family during the weekends. Maybe I’d bring the suit on my way back after a weekend at home.

“Well, I'm grabbing dinner, then I'm heading to bed. Early day tomorrow,” I said, about to get up.

“How come you prefer bathing suits?” Andrew asked, ignoring my imminent departure.

“Because I've had two kids and I like to cover a bit more nowadays,” I said, as I for one thought it was quite obvious why I'd prefer that.

Andrew smiled. I raised an eyebrow, and he shook his head. “Oh, nothing. Just thinking about how a bikini would look good on you.”

I just smiled awkwardly and headed off. However, my smile faded fast when I headed up. I looked at the mirror, wondering if I really should consider a bikini. Pff nah, I'd save the local residents the awful look of a middle-aged from the Midwest mom's body. I chuckled to myself at the silliness. Andrew was just being boisterous.

It wasn't like I was shy. Far from it. I just didn't think I was all that attractive anymore. I had wide-set hips and a girthy ass, though a slimmer waist, despite my slight belly. I guess the teens these days would call me 'thicc'.

Jeff certainly still liked me, thinking I was cute and sexy now because of those curves, despite all the changes over the years. But he had to. ‘Contractually obligated’ as I often joked. He was handsome and attractive. Certainly better-looking than I was, with a much fitter body from the running he did on his daily jog. The gym sessions thrice a week. I knew plenty of the other housewives envied me, and honestly, sometimes I envied myself. How did I land someone as handsome as Jeff?

“Well, this is my body,” I said out loud in the mirror. Curvacious. Big teardrop breasts, slightly touched by gravity. I shook my head. I never thought about my body in this way.

As I hit the bed, Jeff called. We talked, and he apologized for being childish about the co-worker's situation. He told me that the kids were fine. The colds were over. And that he missed me. But when I told him Andrew had bought me a scotch, I had to again reassure him that he had nothing to worry about. He was just a young, up-and-coming colleague being nice. The call ended in a good enough mood though, as we focused back on the things that matter, instead of petty stuff like this. Jeff even told me how little Penny hadn't liked his pick of a bedtime story, but oh well. Cody, our son, was much easier that way.

*

The next day we met with our colleagues. It seemed like they were building a class action lawsuit against an insurance company that had run both tax evasion, gross negligence, mismanagement, and the list goes on. And it was a civil suit with a lot of clients it seemed, with backing from some organization. Even better. Sharon, my boss, had said this was only a month. You wish. Or, I wish. Years, more like. I just hoped our part wouldn't be too significant.

Andrew and I were to sort cases into different shades of similarities and make notes as to just how, and how they could work in conjunction. Like a bunch of cases in Venn diagrams, if that makes sense. Later we’d do interviews from the old cases, and that alone could take forever. A lot of the pensioners who had been screwed over previously were long gone as well, either dead or over the hills with their lawsuit money.

Andrew and I were given a dual office with a small wall in between us where we sat hunched over. He mostly sifted through to see any mention of the company or the people getting sued, so we could draw red lines much quicker once we were getting a somewhat overview.

The week trickled by slowly, but when Friday finally came I was more than ready to meet my husband and kids again. I wish I could say the weekend was a relaxing one, but I spent the entirety running after or with my two young children as Jeff seemed to take the easy route for the weekend. There was no better way to spend my time, of course, but to say it was relaxing would be an inaccurate statement. To make it all worse, my Penny had relapsed on her cold, which I feared I had contracted as well. Jeff on his part seemed to think this was his break from the kids, and went golfing with some colleague friends of his.

Come Monday I was more or less as tired as I was on Friday. I for once slept the few hours on the plane, as Andrew had remained in Florida, being single and commitment-free.

“How was the weekend?” he asked cordially as I found him in the hotel bar, sitting in our corner from a week ago. “Want me to get ya one?” he added, nodding to his empty glass.

I wasn't in the mood for casual conversation, but I figured I had to mingle. Andrew was destined for great things, after all. Besides, it was just plain rude to ignore him as we were the only ones who knew each other. But I was not in the best of shapes.

“Erh, I'm good. But thanks,” I muttered, slumping down in a cushion chair. Scotch and a throbbing head would surely lead to a worse headache. Especially in the morning. “Rough weekend. Penny got the flu, and I think I might have it as well.”

“No better place to beat a cold,” Andrew chuckled. “Well, unless you want company, I'm not gonna stop you from getting rest. God knows we'll need it!”

“Tell me about it,” I groaned, not looking forward to a splitting headache and law documents.

The week went on the same way as the previous. Diving into one case after the other, writing down names, making a list of what happened in which case to draw similarities to other cases later. Reading any and all contracts and documents related to every case. A bunch of lawyerly stuff, more or less going through a legal thicket of the mess that our opponent could, and in some cases was, involved in, finding whatever we could. There was nothing truly fascinating or particularly challenging. It was just a lot of legal verbiage to cover. Not hard, just extremely tedious.

My fever did come. Tuesday through Thursday was burning hell. When Friday finally came I felt a bit better, but I still wasn't allowed to board the plane, due to the new restrictions in our post-Covid world. As a lawyer, I felt obligated to argue, but due to my blistering headache still, I resigned myself to a weekend in the solitude of Florida.

“What?!” Jeff asked. I guess he was pretty tired of being a lone parent at the moment. And missing me, I guess, but to parents, me included, it's always about the kids.

“Yeah, it sucks. I really wanted to go for a bike ride with Penny,” I said defeatedly. It wasn't like I chose this. Penny had taken her first bike ride alone yesterday without the training wheels.

“She's biking all over the place. Even got her first bruises on her knee,” Jeff chuckled.

“Aw, poor thing,” I replied, rolling onto my back on my bed. 

A small silence lingered as I thought of those two little rascals.

“Will Andrew be there?” Jeff asked suddenly.

“What? I don't know,” I asked a bit perplexed. We were talking about our kids, now he was starting this again? “He stayed here last weekend, but this one I don't know.”

Jeff was quiet again.

“Jeff?” I asked.

“Yeah, sorry. I'm just tired,” Jeff said with an underlying coldness to his voice. I shook my head internally. What was with this man?

“Why don't you take the kids to your parents? Or mine? They love when you visit,” I suggested, not wanting to upset my darling husband, even as he annoyed the shit out of me currently.

“Yeah, maybe. What'll you be up to?” Jeff asked. I could hear the shift in his tone, this time in more honest curiosity. I guess he caught himself. He knew how he could be sometimes.

“I don't know. I didn't bring any books or anything. They have Netflix. Maybe I'll go down and have a drink,” I said, trying to find the best of the situation.

“Don't they have room service? You deserve a bit of spoiling,” Jeff said.

“They do, but... Well, maybe I'll order something. But I need to see other people now that they know I’m here, so I'll grab one and then head up. Just so they don’t think I’m ignoring them.”

“Who are you drinking with?” Jeff asked, but then I heard glass crashing in the background and the slow heavy sigh of my husband. “Gotta go.”

“Of course. Let me know if you go guys upstate! Love you!” I said.

“Will do,” Jeff said. “Love you too.”

And with that, the phone hung up, and I grabbed my things.

Heading down I did think Andrew was an extremely likable guy. Kind and a good-natured sense of humor. I doubted he had any nefarious intentions for me to worry about. It was just Jeff’s paranoia. We were just good colleagues, and our relationship grew more dynamically as we had worked together for almost two weeks. And not even once had he made a single remark that could be deemed as flirtatious.

Except that, I guess he sometimes looked at me, but I mean, we sit in a small office all day, what else is there to look at? And that's how you talk to one another, you look at each other. It wasn't like he was checking me out.

“Hey there, Lisa!” Andrew called as I entered the hotel bar. I guess I should've figured he was here. I saw that he was hanging with some of the folks from the Florida office, but they were about to head out it seemed.

I gave them each a knowing nod, shook some hands, exchanged a few words, and they were off to go to bars and clubs presumably.

“You here for the weekend?” Andrew asked as I took a seat in what was becoming our usual spot.

“Yeah, unfortunately. Covid restrictions and a fever don't mix well together,” I sighed, slumping down next to him.

“You know what does mix well together? Scotch and rocks!” Andrew said with a chuckle, his white Egyptian cotton shirt looking like it was straining to hold his chest and shoulders in place as he chuckled. I laughed a little too, as the big man rose from his seat. I went for my purse but he waved one of his big hands dismissively as he headed toward the bar.

I somewhat subconsciously rubbed at my own white blouse. His was neatly ironed, that was obvious, while mine were a bit wrinkled. Not much, and not in places where it would be obvious, but it was enough that I knew.

Perhaps this weekend was a blessing in disguise, in terms of my sickness. I guess this was a stolen little extra vacation after all. I needed the rest, that was for sure. But I longed for my darlings so much, as I was barely ever this long without them.

“A beauty like you does deserve a little bit of spoiling. Especially when you're under the weather, eh?” Andrew said as he handed me a glass and plopped down into his seat opposite of me.

I sort of noticed that, yes, he was tall like Jeff, but seemed to be broader built. Not like a bodybuilder, but certainly a strong presence to be sure. I wondered if he had the same issues Jeff had, banging his head into all kinds of things, finding clothes that fit, and whatnot. Now, though, he wore his suit pants and his shirt, his jacket folded and resting on his armrest.

“God, that is good,” I said, feeling the ice-cool liquid burning on its way down my throat. “I needed this.” I could immediately tell that this was something on the more expensive side. Top shelf.

“To beauty and the beast,” Andrew joked, sipping his own.

I scanned the room. There weren't that many here. I guess people who weren't here at work didn't bother to hang around at the hotel. Our colleagues were all young adults, perusing the clubs and bars for something most likely. Others were probably out doing their own activities. Surely there was more to do for a young adult other than chasing girls.

“So how's the kids?” Andrew asked.

“Great. Penny just took her first bike ride, and the required damage,” I said with both pride and yearning. I think it was awful flattering that Andrew cared to be curious.

“Without training wheels? I bet she feels like she's conquered the world now!” Andrew chuckled with a glint in his eye.

I felt a smile forming. Andrew was revealing himself more and more as a likable guy. Kind and caring. I couldn't understand why Jeff didn't like him.

“A whole new world!" Andrew exclaimed, grabbing my knee giving it a squeeze. "At least you get a mini vacation.”

I wasn't all the way prepared to be, erh, touched, so I flinched. Andrew didn't give the faintest hint that he meant anything other than being a bit boisterous so I didn't mind it. Maybe it was how comfortable Andrew was with making physical contact and making comments I guess, that made Jeff dislike him. Andrew's hand didn't linger more than just the squeeze though.

“I guess,” I replied.

“You've earned it. The work you've put down this last week? And with the flu? I'd be bunkered down crying myself to sleep and wallowing in self-pity,” Andrew complimented, leaning forward a bit.

“Thanks,” I said. I wasn't that great with compliments. I awkwardly rubbed my neck. It was something I often did when I got uncomfortable, as I had a lot of stress in my neck and back. Housewife, big breasts, yadda yadda.

We talked about work for a little bit, some more about similar cases as there were plenty of them here in Florida before I finished my drink, ready to head up.

“Why don't you hang out a bit?” Andrew said. “Keep me company.”

"What, you don't wanna go clubbing with the rest of those rascals instead? Find some local floosies," I joked.

Andrew shrugged. “Eh, I'm not into the club scene.”

I sat back down. “Well, I can't say that I am either, but I'm sure they're having fun,” I said. “I was just heading to my room, but I guess you're welcome to join if you don't wanna sit around here alone all night,” I shrugged. “I was just gonna watch Netflix and read the latest documents the bigwigs sent us. Just to get an overview before the week.”

Andrew seemed a bit stunned at the invite, but I thought it was a friendly gesture to keep our conversation about relevant cases going. Andrew had apparently read up on a few last weekend. But he rose quickly enough, emptying the last of his whiskey.

“Lead the way,” Andrew said, towering over little ol' me.

We entered the elevator. It was late in the evening already, so we got some solitude as we waited for it to ding as it arrived at my floor. I never liked elevator rides. Even with the people I knew the most, I wasn't able to keep a steady conversation while in an elevator.

“Hey! We're on the same floor!” Andrew said amused.

“Yeah? I haven't seen you,” I replied. “Late sleeper?”

“Something like that.”

I carded my door and we entered the room. I kept it nice and tidy, so no old-granny panties lying around to embarrass me. Only my sweats were laid over the back of a chair, but other than that the room was flawless.

“You keep it tidy. You expecting company?” Andrew said though I guess in a more teasing manner. I turned to reply but saw his eyes just rise. Had he been looking at my ass?

“I like it tidy,” I explained. "At home, I keep it pretty neat too."

“I noticed. Nice sweats, by the way,” Andrew said, pointing at them. “You're quite the fan of pizza, huh? Not really surprised, to be honest,” Andrew said with a chuckle. “Some say pineapple doesn't belong on pizza, but I guess that I'm a bit of a liberal. In that matter, anyway.”

I looked at the chair where my pizza sweatpants were thrown, the pink PIZZA EATER logo a stark contrast to my dark sweatpants. I felt my face grow hot as I realized Andrew was implying I was a bit heavy. I tried not to let it get to me, but my face flushed as I felt my heart sink.

“Oh, I mean, it's not like that! I just love pizza!” Andrew apologized. He was in pretty decent shape, so I bet I’d give his pizza-eating habits a run for their money.

“I know I'm a bit overweight, it's okay. I'm more embarrassed that you found my old mom pants,” I said, rubbing my neck. My fingers slid over a tight muscle as I did, and I winced.

Andrew frowned. “Overweight? What do you mean by overweight?”

“I've had two kids. Don't try to fool yourself,” I chuckled, changing the tune. Andrew seemed to catch on, letting it rest. “Wine?" I offered, finding two glasses.

“Sure. You think you'll get yourself a trip to the beach one of these days then?” Andrew asked, slumping down on the bed. I guess I'd take the chair then. Just as well, my neck was tensing up on me a bit. The cold, the stress, et cetera et cetera.

“I still don't have a bathing suit,” I said. “Here ya go.”

“Thanks. You could get one?” Andrew said, oblivious to the fact he had suggested it before. “I see they sell bikinis everywhere down here.”

“Maybe. I'd just get sunburnt, though,” I said, subconsciously looking for excuses. “I'd look like a small tomato in no time!”

“Hah, that would be something to look at!” Andrew chuckled.

“Yeah, not like there's much to look at anyway,” I said, rubbing my neck a bit at my own self-esteem sneaking itself into the conversation. I normally tried to quench it but… Maybe it was a glass of whiskey at the right time, and maybe it was sipping wine, but Andrew seemed to never hesitate in trying to be polite and compliment me whenever I went for the self-deprecating jokes.

“Pff, what do you mean?” Andrew said. “You're good-looking. Lots to look at. Sorry, not like that. I mean, erh, you're good-looking.”

“That's the point. A bit too much,” I replied, amused by my own wit catching him against the ropes.

“Nah, all men love a bit of curve,” Andrew said, deciding to lean into it instead apparently. I knew he was just being polite though, and at the same time defending himself. Like a proper lawyer, I figured.

“You're just being nice. I'm a worn-out mother, tired, and I barely put any effort in anymore,” I explained conclusively, hopefully putting an end to the conversation.

“Sorry, but I have to disagree. You're still good-looking, and while we're at it, I think there's nothing sexier than a mother,” Andrew persisted. I saw even he winced a bit as he said that. Did he know he had overstepped? Or did he catch himself in a lie?

I looked at him wide-eyed for a second before I burst out laughing. He was just joking, right? I wasn't sure if I was laughing from embarrassment or from finding the notion funny. and so much for him just trying to be polite. Not that it was rude, though, but perhaps a bit over the line.

“Andrew, please,” I giggled, a bit flushed. “How drunk are you?”

Andrew laughed with me. “What? It's true! The fact you can give birth and be a mother, and still have the strength to be ambitious? I mean, sorry, but that’s the kind of determination and work ethic at least I admire.” Andrew thought for a moment as I covered my mouth with the back of my hand as if to hide. “And you're a great one too. I mean, from what I've seen at least. And I think that's sexy, call me weird,” he concluded holding his hands up as if being held at gunpoint.

I looked at him for a bit, not sure what to say.

“Sorry, but it's the truth,” Andrew said. Was he being serious? Oh my.

“Well, thank you, Andrew,” I said, again rubbing my neck.

Andrew trailed his dark eyes from my face and over my body to emphasize his point. Or perhaps, he took our 'conversation' as an open invitation for a small gander. My mind started ticking a bit fast now. Should I stop this?

No. It was just casual, platonic flirting. He was just being honest and being complimentary towards me in the process. I was down on myself and he was nice enough to not let me linger in such valleys. It wasn't wrong. Jeff should've been pleased his wife wasn't completely ugly yet. Though, Jeff would be livid if he knew what Andrew had just said to his wife.

Andrew's eyes lingered on my chest for a moment before he trailed his eyes back up to my eyes. “And I don’t think you’ve got anything to be ashamed of.”

My skin flushed again as I felt my heart beating a bit faster, the butterflies in my stomach fluttering a bit, as he just looked me in the eyes. I felt a bit unsure what to do. I kinda wanted to... look at him too, but I remained paralyzed. I knew how he fitted into his shirt and how it did him some favors. He was a confident guy and had every right to be. And I guess it felt nice that a young man such as himself decided to bestow some nice words upon a mom with some self-esteem issues.

Andrew finished his wine, and rose from the bed, towering over me. I guess he took the hint that I didn't know what to do with the situation. I wasn't sure if I was uncomfortable, but the tone certainly had changed. He also staggered a bit as he rose. I guess he was more drunk than he realized.

“Well, I'm heading back to my room. Thank you for the wine. Let me know if you're heading out tomorrow, maybe I'll join ya,” Andrew suddenly said, breaking the sudden trance I wasn't aware had laid itself on the room. But as he rose I didn't raise my eyes fast enough. I stared right at his crotch and how it bulged. Was he hard!? I got beet red at even the thought. I never stared, never even thought dirty things about anything anymore.

I quickly caught myself and met his eyes. If Andrew noticed, he didn’t give any indication of it. I blushed, but Andrew never said anything. He took his suit jacket and went his merry way.

*

I guess I had been sleeping in because I didn't wake up until Noon that Saturday. Roomkeeping knocked on the door, but I quickly managed to shoo them away. To make something of the day, I decided I could at least get some better-suited clothing for the Florida conditions.

No, I'm not gonna go get some nasty skimpy outfit. Just some snugly fitting white pants that breathed a little better. And some sunglasses. And maybe I should find myself a bathing suit, after all, as Andrew had suggested. Which reminded me of how he had talked last night. It was probably the alcohol again. But I didn't really consider it flirting, though I knew Jeff would disagree.

Walking down towards a mall, I decided to give him a call.

“What's up?” he said in a rather urgent tone.

“Oh just wondering how my sexy hubby is doing?” I asked.

I heard Jeff being a bit stunned by my choice of words. We rarely spoke like that to each other anymore. We were married parents with a mortgage.

“Oh yeah. Great. We're driving up to my parents right now actually. But,” Jeff said, then turning away from his phone to address someone else, “a certain brother decided a certain sister needed a haircut. So we were delayed a bit.”

I walked down the sidewalk, passing a few tourists, and a few beachgoers on bikes or Rollerblades. The sun was beating down on me and I was glad I had at least brought my sunhat. I considered telling him how last night had gone, but him driving and with the kids nonetheless made me reconsider. I didn't want him to get angry in front of them. Or worse, do something stupid. I'd tell him later. It wasn't a big deal, I just knew Jeff liked to overreact.

“Damn,” I muttered.

“Damn indeed. So what have you been up to?” Jeff asked.

“It was good. Got a drink. I had a bottle of wine I opened as well. Read a paper or two,” I said. It was the truth, just not all of it. Yet.

“Boring night,” Jeff joked. He then lowered his voice. “And Andrew?”

“Jesus Christ, Jeff,” I burst out. He was fixated on this, now I got frustrated. “I was hanging out with him a bit, okay? We're colleagues and we chatted mostly about work. Don't overthink it.”

“Mostly?! How long? What did you talk about?!” Jeff replied through gritted teeth. I could almost hear him grip the steering wheel in pure frustration. Yeah. What I expected. Sure, Andrew had been complimentary of me, but I asked for it by being self-deprecating in front of a nice guy who wouldn't let some poor old woman go sulk about her less-than-mediocre appearance.

“Talk to you later,” I replied. I knew it was better to let him figure it out himself. I was still a bit sore from last night and a week of flu, I couldn't deal with Jeff right now.

So the shopping wasn't too exciting. I found a decent set of pants, but my giant thighs didn't get into them so I had to find a larger size than the ones I had initially picked, which the petite clerk was very helpful with, though perhaps a bit apprehensive. I had to imagine she thought 'here comes yet another delusional housewife who doesn't believe she's 20 pounds too much around the ass'.

But they were cute pants, a nice material, and a reasonable price. Tight enough, loose enough.

While trying the pants on, I did something I never really did. Not since my teenage days, anyway. I checked myself out in the mirror. Not just to rub sleep out, or to put my face on. I looked down at my belly. My thighs. I twisted a bit and saw my ass, the big ol' thing. Though... I guess it wasn't that big. It had girth, don't get me wrong, but... perhaps I was seeing it in a slightly new light. Curvacious. Thicc as they say these days. Was that truly what I was?

My eyes trailed down to my belly again. I wasn't morbidly obese by any stretch, but my two children had given me a mother's battle scars along with a small layer of fat I wasn't too keen on looking at. How was it so that I hadn't done anything to work off those few pounds that I was so discontent with? Jeff always seemed to say I shouldn't, as he liked me just the way I was. Though, flattery wasn't something Jeff showered me with, especially in later years. Those words rested dormant. Had Jeff and I become so docile to one another, that we just assumed we didn't need one another's affection the same way as before?

Well, these pants were as complimentary to my features as any pants could be, so I found similar that I liked.

Next, I found myself a light blue bathing suit with sort of a wavy design. This time I knew my size, so no big troubles there, and it was very comfortable. That was all that mattered. Comfort.

However, despite me picking one myself, I began contemplating last night once again. The flattery I had received. And it was flattery, I had decided. Maybe I should divulge a bit, and buy one of those damn bikinis instead? In Florida, I'd sure as hell would stick out in a bathing suit more than a cute yellow top, red bottom bikini. And the one I looked at was just one my size, though cut in a more modest way than some of these. I excitedly wondered what Andrew would think when I actually brought one of those back instead of a granny suit.

Wait, why did it matter what Andrew thought? And who said anything about him seeing me in it? And besides, one thing is to buy it. Another is to wear it. Everyone would see the true shapes of a mother if I walked around in a bikini. But I did, for some reason, start feeling a bit adventurous. Not naughty. Just bold, just a tiny bit, that's all. And sure, I loved the idea of looking good for my own sake, rather than to dress down as to avert attention.

What the hell, I got it. A small present for myself.

When I headed back to the hotel to potentially get changed (I'd try the new bikini set at the pool first. You gotta walk before you run.), I saw that Jeff called. Probably to apologize, knowing him all too well. For whatever reason, I felt a bit guilty too. I wasn't sure what for.

“Sorry about earlier. I shouldn't be so suspicious,” he said.

“It's fine. I would feel the same if you had a sexy secretary lusting over you,” I said. Poor choice of words.

“What now?” Jeff began, but I managed to intervene.

“I mean, I would feel the same if you had a gross, overweight secretary who kinda sometimes talked to you,” I corrected, even getting a chuckle from Jeff. “Let me know if the kids are with you.”

“Dad is taking them fishing,” Jeff replied. “We got here a few hours ago. I'm supposed to nap right now, but I felt bad.”

“Aw. But honey, everything is alright. Your girl did a little bit of shopping even,” I said.

“Really?” Jeff asked, surprised. “Been a while.”

“Indeed. I got some better attire for the damn heat down here. Some nice white pants and so on. I was even about to buy a bathing suit to dip in the pool later, but I actually did something nuts,” I said excitedly. “I bought a bikini. Top yellow, bottom red.”

There was a brief silence. “Why?” Jeff asked simply. He obviously didn't share my excitement. Why couldn’t he just for once be like ‘oh my wife in a bikini? Fuck yeah’?! Why didn't he ask for pictures, or ask when he got to see me in it?

“What do you mean 'why', Jeff?” I asked coldly. “I wanted to get out of my shell a little bit.”

“Isn't it a bit revealing with a bikini?” Jeff asked, totally ignoring the tone of my voice. “You've usually covered up more than that.”

“Well, yeah,” I replied. “But sometimes women like to dress to make themselves feel good, and without so much male prejudice. Or female, for that matter.”

“I-ugh- I meant because of sunscreen and stuff. You get easily burnt,” Jeff mumbled, but I had caught him red-handed.

“Yeah, right,” I replied, more coldly than I intended. The suspicion was getting to me more than I realized. “Well, you better get your nap.”

I hung up soon after, heading towards my room. But as soon as I stepped into the hallway where I was staying, I heard rhythmic thumps from down the hall. Was that... Was someone...? I held my breath to hear better, and there it was. High-pitched moans and squeals, along with those rhythmic sounds of a bed creaking and slamming against a wall. Oh god, someone was getting absolutely railed!

I blushed profusely at the thought of two people fucking the shit out of each other just a few rooms down from mine. I quickly found my own room, fumbling with the card. My mind started going to the gutter and I felt guilty for even thinking about it, but I couldn't help but imagine it. The way that bed was creaking, and how that woman was screaming in ecstasy... It sounded so good. I'd forgotten what it sounded like.

I blushed even if no one saw me. At least in here, there was no noise. Flustered, I figured people were obliged to have their fun, but I wasn't about to snoop around in other people's pleasure. Boy did it sound pleasurable, though. When was even the last time Jeff and I had fifteen minutes for a quick one? Sex was just something I never thought about anymore. I was too busy, or too tired, and when I did, Jeff was also too busy or too tired. It was frustrating. It wasn't like we had a bad sex life, but it could've been a lot better.

And as I wondered in a world all of my own, I had no idea what exactly I was wondering. That was until I looked down at the tight white pants I had bought. Did I still have it, whatever 'it' was? I shook my head internally, trying to wake myself up. Men were supposed to be easy to entice, flick a switch and it was go-time. But Jeff never took the initiative anymore. Did I? I think was the one last time who tried to engage, but Jeff was too tired. When was that? It was before our little streak of flu.

My mind subconsciously, and somewhat guiltily, drifted to Andrew and our evening the previous night. He had complimented my appearance, sure, but was he attracted to it? Jeff was always quite open about his attraction to me, despite what age may have taken or not. Still, no man Andrew's age and appearance should have an interest in me, unless they had a specific type for milfs. But I couldn't be a milf? Me, a milf? Those were tall, elegant, slimmer types with beautiful makeup and breasts that hadn't been suckled upon. That was porn. Real moms looked more like… me.

In my bathroom, I quickly stripped. In a spur, I decided I might as well try out this whole idea. I got changed into my new bikini, found a robe and towel, and headed towards the hotel pool. As I headed past that room, the same faint noises came to my attention, but I just giggled nervously for myself still a bit unsure, and headed to the elevator.

*

I found a secluded place under a large parasol, secretly applying sunscreen wherever I reached. I guess it was silly for it to be a secret, but even if I was a bit adventurous I was still a bit subconscious about rubbing oil into my large cleavage with potential onlookers. I wasn't even sure what I was doing here. To attract attention? Or just to make myself feel good? The latter, probably.

So there I sat, and I couldn't help but notice how men eyed me as they walked by. Some of them, anyway. Just glances so they wouldn't bump into me. Some didn't even seem to notice I existed, while others only had eyes for their children. It made me wonder if my little ones would enjoy the Florida sun. Maybe I'd bring them down here for a mini-vacation too if this stay prolonged like we feared it might've.

But lying there, I was pleasantly ignored. I was scared people would gawk and stare at the sight of my motherly figure, a few pounds overweight and with little to no doll-up. But no. People were sunbathing or reading, drinking, and eating by the pool. Kids played in the water. It made me think of my own children. I hoped they had a great time with their grandparents, and that Jeff got some rest. All worn out he could be such a dick, getting all worked up for the wrong reasons when I bought a bikini, constantly nagging about Andrew.

Speaking of the devil, I glanced across the pool and saw him lumbering around looking for a spot. Most places were occupied, and Andrew seemed to not want to intrude. So he just hovered around, looking a bit awkward for once, wearing a big Hawaiian shirt and cargo pants. I waved to him, and his face lit up. I wasn't sure if he had spotted me already, but I felt it was a good sign he was happy to see me.

He approached, towering over me in his tall stature.

“Hey there!” he called, smiling broadly as he made his way under my parasol.

“Shield your eyes, beast,” I joked, Andrew grunting as he sat down on a chair next to my sun lounger. He had sunglasses on, so I had no idea if he actually shielded himself.

"You're a sight for sore eyes. You feeling better today?" Andrew asked.

I was. My temperature was back to normal and my muscles weren't sore anymore. "I am! Glad I got some rest last night, thanks for the company," I replied.

"Listen, before anything, about yesterday; I need to apologize for my behavior. You're my superior, and besides a person I respect a lot, so I shouldn't have spoken to you in that way," Andrew said, looking away even with his sunglasses on. Was he flustered? That was a first.

"It's alright. You were just trying to make me feel better," I said, trying to be nice about it. "It's just politeness spiced up with booze and wine."

"Heh, something like that," Andrew said relieved.

Andrew then swung his long legs up on a stool in front of him, facing the pool instead of me. A small silence filled the space between us. Well, silence as far as any city goes, but silence regarding conversation. There were plenty of kids having fun or annoying their parents.

I couldn't help but sneak a glance at him. He was, as mentioned, no Hulk, but even under that big Hawaiian shirt could I see the veins on his tanning arms. Was he always this muscular, I wondered? Maybe I hadn't noticed before. Why did his shirt seem a bit tighter, hugging his chest and shoulders like that? Was it always like this? It made me wonder why he didn't sunbathe without a shirt. I mean, wouldn't he get tanlines that way?

Andrew looked over at me. I turned away, flustered. Oh God, what if he saw me checking him out?! What the hell was I doing?! Was that even what I was doing? I was just a bit curious about his shirt.

"You wanna go for a swim?" he asked matter-of-factly.

I shrugged. "I don't really want to test the limits of gravitation and this bikini at the same time," I explained.

"You decided on a bikini after all,” Andrew commented, giving a few agreeing nods as I had to guess he was scanning the parts of my body that were on display. “Not bad.”

I blushed a bit, rubbing my neck instinctually. “I guess. I wanted to try something new.”

“Delusions?” I asked. I had him now! Andrew looked away again, a slight shade of pink in his skin.

"Sorry," he said. "I thought I could lighten the mood with a bit of a joke. I think you look great."

"I'm flattered you noticed," I giggled, not wanting to make a scene about it. Besides, I was a bit flattered. It was very nice of him to compliment my looks, but I knew that was just how he was.

"I noticed right away, actually, but didn't want to seem like a total creep. Not after last night, at least," Andrew chuckled, turning back to me.

"You creep," I playfully scolded him, and shoved at his shoulder. He just grinned. “So, you're not bathing yourself today?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation elsewhere. "I don't need to be your lifeguard, do I?"

“Nah, the shorts I got were a bit too tight, erh, in certain areas,” Andrew said. "And, erh, I kinda get uncomfortable in crowds, especially with my shirt off."

"Really? That's so odd. A handsome young man like yourself?" I asked.

"Well, that's the problem," Andrew sighed. "There's no way to not sound like a total douchebag when I say this. I kinda get a lot of attention from women. It makes me feel a bit weird about myself. Like I'm nothing more than a piece of meat. So a baggy shirt it is."

I looked at him surprised. He was a good-looking man, sure. But this wasn't some kind of male-ego bullshit, was it? I found it hard to believe.

Andrew shrugged. Instead of focusing more on any of that, he grabbed the sunscreen bottle, “Want me to do your back? I remember something about looking like a tomato?”

I hesitated a bit. Sunscreen was innocent, right? Besides, I felt a bit guilty for having such insecurities when Andrew dealt with some of the same issues, but on the other spectrum. Who would've thought? Maybe he was more of a sensitive man than one would've given a man of his stature and outlook credit for. Maybe I shared some of that prejudice. He certainly seemed confident enough to talk to me about it, a woman, without the fear of sounding weak.

I gave him a slight nod and turned to my stomach.

I heard him draw in sharply as I turned. No doubt my breast did me no favors as they pushed in the sun lounger, and my thick ass most likely was impossible to avoid. I felt his presence sit down next to me, on the sun lounger right next to me.

As the cool lotion was poured onto my shoulders and upper back, I instinctively shivered and groaned with satisfaction. Then I felt big hands follow suit and rub the cream into my skin with gentle, but firm motions. He spread out his hands across my tense shoulders and all the way down to the lower reaches of my back. Slowly and meticulously. Having unconsciously held my breath, I couldn't help from let out a satisfied moan as it almost turned into a massage. I guess I had a lot of stress back there.

“Don't forget to breathe, Lisa,” Andrew chuckled.

I took a sharp inhale through my nose, but as I exhaled, I moaned as he found some spots that truly were stiff.

“You got a lot of tension back here. You mind if I massage you a bit?” Andrew offered. It was just a friendly request.

“Not at all,” I chuckled. I was not one to turn down a free rubdown. It wasn't like it was intimate, I felt. A massage was innocent enough. And not too different from him rubbing oil on me besides.

With the help of sunscreen, Andrew's large and firm hands made themselves known on my skin. Like butter, they melted into me. Gathering the hard lumps and dissolving the tense muscle under his fingertips, kneading with care and force. It had been a while since someone gave me a proper massage. Jeff never did them, and while we had gotten massages as a young couple, it was a rare occasion these days with kids, money, and other pressing matters.

Andrew said nothing. It felt like his large hands were all over my back, rubbing every little crevasse with the perfect balance of pressure. Up my shoulders, working their way toward my shoulder blades, to the sides of my spine, along my ribs, and, with a slow pace, downwards. As my back was melting into a smoothness, he proceeded to press his finger deep and firmly into my sides at the edge of my lower back.

I was worried he'd do something inappropriate, but he stayed true to his mission, and the pain suddenly faded into a massive relief, bringing yet another moan of pure delight as the pressure was released.

“So what you think about this case?” Andrew asked, his voice sounding strained and low for some reason.

“Oh yeah, well the usual Florida bullshit,” I muttered, unsure of my exact stance. The relaxing massage did funny things to my head. “A lot of legalities and possibilities.”

“Think it'll come to trial?” Andrew said. His breathing sounded deeper now, and my own was heavy enough with relaxation.

“Maybe. I guess I haven't really thought about it. The weekend, the sickness, ya know? I guess I think so,” I said, turning slightly. Andrew instantly began to rub again and I groaned lightly as he went to work again.

“True. Think there will be a plea bargain?” Andrew asked. At least we both knew there was no way this was anything but platonic. Who talks about insurance fraud while they massage someone? Though I could hear something in his voice... a certain hunger? No, that was just my imagination.

I shrugged. "Maybe. You don't sound too sure?"

Andrew stopped the massage. I could feel his hands linger a bit longer than needed at my lower back, but then he pulled away.

"It's... a bit complicated, I think," Andrew sighed.

“I don't know. It's up to the other guy, I guess," I concurred. It was just nonsense to fill the silence that would've been instead, so the topic and nuances of the conversation weren't that important. I slowly lifted my face out of the lounger, groaning happily. “Thanks for the massage!”

“Anytime,” Andrew said as I saw him shifting in his seat a bit. He didn't move to sit back or to move to his precious seat, so I glanced back and my own mouth dropped at the view.

It didn't look intentional. He was clearly enjoying the sight of my very round and full ass. His shorts had the clear imprint of an extremely hard, erect cock. He at least looked apologetic.

“Sorry, it just happened. Mind if I sit a bit more?” he asked. Honestly, I wish he wouldn't, but I couldn't exactly send him strutting either.

“S-sure. Let's talk about something else. And erh, try not to stare, I guess,” I said. There weren't many women around to stare at anyway, at least not anyone showing any amount of significant skin.

“I will. Erh. So dinner, you're eating out later?” Andrew asked.

“Probably. I don't know. Probably Chick-fil-A or something,” I replied, trying to avoid looking at Andrew and his predicament.

“Yeah, that does sound nice. Mind if I join you? Say, around six?” Andrew asked.

“Sure, whatever. Is it going down yet?” I asked urgently. It was so embarrassing and uncomfortable.

“Yeah, no. Not yet. It might take some time,” Andrew said in a controlled tone. “Why do you think I started talking about the case?” he chuckled apologetically.

“You got hard that early?” I asked, unable to stop my verbiage. Andrew nodded. "You should wear a belt or something for that thing, strap it to the inside of your leg," I muttered under my breath.

Andrew gave a small laugh.

"It's not like I can help it. Especially with this view," he said.

I blushed deeply. But... it wasn't like he meant anything by it. At least, I didn't think he did. He was just his regular friendly self, loose on the canon when it came to trying to compliment.

"Well, I'll have you know that I'm happily married, and besides, you're my subordinate," I scolded but tried to be as playful as possible about it. I didn't want to make it uncomfortable for him, even if I found it a bit awkward.

I offered his predicament a small glance as he looked away. "It doesn't look comfortable," I said. 'And it looks pretty big too,' I thought. 'Gosh, what am I thinking!'

Andrew cleared his throat. "I'll manage," he said, his voice still a bit strained.

I nodded.

“Actually, I should probably head up and change,” I said as I sat up, eager to get out of here. “You sure it won't go down anytime soon? What if you cover up with a sunhat or something?”

But there was no sunhat anywhere close. I seemed to have forgotten mine at the hotel room. Andrew looked around quickly. There were few people around where we sat, but we still had to pass a bunch of people to get past the pool. Andrew looked over his shoulder, as he was sitting with his back toward the people, with a giant plant to his side giving some modesty for now. Partially why I chose this spot in the first place.

"So what are you going to do about it?" I asked, feeling my own heartbeat quicken. My own cheeks felt warm. What was wrong with me?

"What do you mean?" Andrew asked.

"I mean, you got a problem down there. Are you gonna, you know, fix it?" I asked. Andrew shook his head. I wasn't even sure what I was proposing or suggesting.

"I'd rather not. I'll go back to the room when it's gone down. It's not like I can do it here. Besides, I don't want to make you uncomfortable. So let's just chat for a while and maybe it'll go away on its own," Andrew explained. I guess that was the most sensible.

"Oh yeah, I get it," I said. "Sorry for putting you in this situation, but I guess it's flattering."

Andrew laughed. "Not as flattering as what I'm looking at, I guess. Though I hope you don't mind my staring."

I giggled awkwardly, unsure how to handle that sort of compliment. "Come on now, you need to not gawk all day and focus on something else."

Andrew chuckled, and I couldn't help but notice how he shifted his legs a bit. "I can't help it. I mean, look at you. I can't even imagine how much Jeff appreciates the view."

"I'm not sure he does," I said without thinking but regretted it immediately. That was too personal, and not something I wanted to share with a colleague. Especially not one so young. I was sure Andrew didn't want to hear about my marriage problems.

"Really?" Andrew said. "He must be blind then."

I rolled my eyes, trying to dismiss the topic. Yet, I felt my heartbeat quicken and a warmth spread through my chest. Andrew sounded so sincere. "So how about them Patriots?" I chuckled awkwardly.

Andrew laughed.

We just sat there for a few moments. Andrew still had this bulge in his shorts, but I tried my best not to stare. It didn't seem like it was going down. Was I really having this effect on him? No way. Andrew could lust and have any woman he wanted. What would he want with me? I was just a married old mom.

"So I know it's none of my business, but why do you say that Jeff doesn't appreciate you?" Andrew asked.

I shrugged. "That's how it is sometimes," I sighed. "Jeff and I are good, but we've been together for almost fifteen years."

I said it as if that was an explanation. All couples ended up like this, I'm sure. Jeff and I still loved each other, though perhaps… 

"... and perhaps we take each other a bit for granted," I concluded. "It happens to everyone."

Andrew nodded slowly. "I suppose. I've never been in a relationship myself."

"You're still young," I smiled. "And besides, I'm sure you'll find someone. Maybe you already have?"

"Well, there is this older woman I work with. She's pretty great, smart, funny, and gorgeous, but she's married," Andrew chuckled. He knew exactly what he was doing. I shook my head and tried not to grin. "She's got a nice pair of tits, and a big ass too."

"Andrew!" I exclaimed.

"Sorry. I'm just teasing you," Andrew said.

I decided not to follow up on that. It was odd how comfortable Andrew had grown teasing me in that way. He always had been a bit loose in his canons, but this was new. Maybe he was just trying to flirt a bit. Still, it didn't feel malicious, and he knew where the line was, so I didn't mind.

I looked at the bulge in his shorts. It seemed bigger than before. Did his bold comment about me just make it worse? What was going through his head? Was it possible that Andrew found me attractive? And what did I feel about that? It's not like I had anything to be attracted to, right? We were just friends and colleagues. Nothing more.

“I hate to ask,” Andrew muttered awkwardly, leaning a bit forward a bit for discretion. “But is there any chance you'd be able to help me out?”

I gasped, my mouth hanging open in shock. How on earth did he dare ask me this? I have a husband!

"Excuse me?" I asked.

“Look, I know you're married and this isn't professional, but this won't go down any time soon,” Andrew said in a low voice.

“Hate to ask, my ass!” I finally said, my eyes deliberately trailing down to his large bulge.”There has got to be other ways for you, uh, to handle this. Can't you just do it? Cover with a towel or something. I'll look away.”

“That will look all kinds of wrong. Me sitting with my hands in my lap?” Andrew retorted.

“And me doing it is any better?” I scoffed at the mere prospect.

“People won't see. I'll block the view, and still be able to have my hands rested in a non-suspicious manner,” Andrew replied.

He did make a valid argument. It would look all kinds of weird otherwise. And while it was unprofessional, I guess I'd feel a bit sorry for him. He couldn't help it. And he did just give me an incredible massage... but it would be cheating. Infidelity. Sneaking behind my husband's back, my marriage. My trust. Jeff's suspicions would go from paranoia to being outright righteous.

But would I even really have to touch him or anything? How long would it take anyway? I was just helping him out. It was purely transactional so we could get out of here. No way could a quick helping hand be considered cheating... right? And Jeff didn't have to know.

But if it wasn't cheating, then why didn't he have to know? I shoved that one down.

“Fine,” I muttered, sitting up to face him, no doubt giving him a decent view of my cleavage. "You'll make a fine lawyer," I scoffed.

Andrew gave a huge sigh of relief that his predicament would come to an end. It was too late to back out now, as he unbuttoned his shorts, unzipped, and then threw the towel across his lap as he lowered his garments, waiting for my hand to join under it.

“It'll just take a couple of pumps, then I'll go to my room and we can pretend this never happened,” he assured, taking off his sunglasses finally.

"Whatever, just don't take too long," I replied. I wouldn't give myself time to second guess as I extended my hand toward the covered erection. "And try to not enjoy it too much. It's a one-time thing, right?"

"Right," Andrew chuckled.

Andrew closed his eyes, getting ready to receive a helping hand from his superior as I leaned forward and ran my small hand up his muscular thigh and under the towel. With one glance to each side, to assure us there wasn't anyone looking in our general direction, I moved up his warm legs until I found his unbuttoned and slightly scooted shorts, shortly followed by an incredibly meaty warmth. His erection.

It was a surreal few moments. One moment, I was solely Jeff's, a faithful and somewhat boring wife. The next, I had another man's cock in my hand.

And holy fuck, was it hard and hot! I've never felt anything like this in my hands, other than my husbands and another boyfriend I had way before him, but even they didn't feel this big. As I slowly traced my hand up, wrapping my fingers around the throbbing, warm shaft, the towel covered the view from the public.

'Don't make it awkward. Just get it over with,' I told myself. My own heart beat faster and faster as the blood pounded through my own veins. A tiny part of me was concerned he might notice that I was actually kind of into it, which was completely ridiculous. I was a grown woman, for crying out loud! How could a big hard cock in my hand do anything for me? Yet, despite what I told myself, I felt myself tingling all over, even as my brain began screaming out warnings, condemning my actions for all that they were and were not. I felt my whole body heat up at the naughtiness of what I was doing.

Andrew sighed heavily as my small hand explored his pulsating shaft, traveling to the base. Slowly and nervously, I started to grip and jack his thick tool. Squeezing him. Every inch of his thickness seemed to pulse and vibrate in my small hand. My fingertips didn't reach the other side and my small hand could not envelop it fully.

Just get it over with. Do it as fast as you can. I pumped harder, up and down on his big meat, trying to ignore the heavy breaths coming from the giant as his hips lifted slowly as to meet my motions.

"Have you dreamed of doing something like this with your boss?" I asked, deciding that teasing would help move this along.

Andrew looked a bit taken aback, and embarrassed, but still met my hand under the towel. He looked like he didn't want to answer that question.

"So, have you?" I said, suddenly nervous. But not in an uncomfortable sort of way. My heart was hammering in my chest again. The lump in my throat grew bigger and bigger.

Andrew breathed heavily. "Sometimes," he said finally.

My own cheeks flushed a shade of scarlet as I focused intently on my pumping. Get it over with.

“Your hand feels amazing,” he whispered.

"Thanks," I muttered.

 I increased my effort, firmly squeezing him in my hand and massaging his thick penis within my palm while sliding my other hand along his fat shaft, putting the double effort to send this man to heaven and back. It somehow turned me on that my hands felt too small to be able to stroke a fully erected penis of that size. Such a specimen. It surely would cause a lot of damage. It surely had already. How many poor girls had Andrew wrecked with this big thing in my hand?

“It won't be long now," Andrew grunted. “You have no idea how great your hand feels,” he moaned under his breath.

With a sudden grunt, his entire shaft pulsated violently and throbbed hard within my grip and I felt thick, warm wetness flow across my hands. Sticky and gross. I felt his cock pulse over and over, coating my married hand as he, without warning, erupted between my hands over and over. Disgusted and revolted, I started to pull my hands away.

“Don't stop,” Andrew pleaded, yet sounding dangerously commanding. So I didn't, I just continued jerking him, keeping the movements fluid and firm, hoping he'd finish up.

Finally, the twitches and the current of jizz subsided and he let out a satisfied grunt. I took the towel to clean my hands.

“Thanks,” Andrew moaned, zipping up. "And sorry."

“No problem.” I wiped my hand on the towel, suddenly rising and heading off.

Back in the hotel room, I was in a flurry, scrubbing my hands in scalding hot water, cleaning, and trying to get rid of everything. Every time I closed my eyes, it replayed. His noises, how it felt, how it twitched. How much came out, and the smell of his reeking ejaculate as it covered my hand. I looked at my pink, scolded hands, and saw my ring. It had no doubt gotten spunk on it. Marking my marriage band with my infidelity.

How could I redeem this? In the moment when it happened, I was fresh out of a massage, already sort of riled up from Jeff being a dickhead. But that didn't mean it was right. What wrecked me most with guilt was the indescribable arousal I had gotten from feeling that warm, engorged manly cock. Andrew had complimented me and made me feel good about myself, but that thing being so big and thick from just rubbing me a little bit… 

With my mind raging with regret and anxiety, I thought I should at least call Jeff. If not to confess my sins, then to listen to something normal and precious. Like how my darlings were doing, how the fishing went, and if Jeff rested well. Anything. Anything normal.

“What's up? Tried the bikini yet?” Jeff asked, making Andrew's throbbing reaction to said bikini flash into my memory.

“Y-yeah, I was just down sunbathing. I didn’t swim though,” I said. “How's the kids?”

“Mom and I just had lunch. Dad is still out fishing. I finally got some sleep. I don't understand how you keep up with those two all week when I work overtime,” Jeff said in a moment of transparency.

“Now you see why a gal has to spoil herself from time to time?” I countered. Jeff sighed.

“Yeah, I guess. I just worry about that colleague of yours. I know the type. All friendly and nice, but people like that get off on sleeping with married women, especially if it's their boss,” Jeff said.

“Where do you even get that from? You've been reading too many of those stories online,” I replied, shoving any firing guilt away. What I did was purely to help out… “What you are talking about are disgusting creeps and whatnot. Andrew is just a nice guy. Sure he compliments me, but I think he doesn't think that has anything to do with me necessarily.”

“Compliments? What kind of compliments?” Jeff snapped. He tried to hide it, but I knew he was fishing for fuel for his jealousy and suspicion. I had to tread carefully, at least about the extent.

“Jeff, you know me. Do you think I can't distinguish a polite man or not?” I chided him. What I had done before was just to help a colleague out of a pickle. It was surely in a gray area, but it was just my hand, right? And I didn't even see Andrew's thing.

“But you are a --,” Jeff tried, sounding both flattering and jealous.

“A mom in her mid-thirties who has barely stepped into the gym since high school. I'm barely the sexy woman you met,” I said. “I am ten years his senior. I think he can do plenty better than little old me.”

Putting myself down like that seemed to put Jeff at ease. Of course.

"Oh yeah," he said. "I guess that is true. Not that you aren't beautiful, because you are. Still, just be careful, okay?"

"I will," I said, my guilt intensifying as he complimented me. "I'm not into that type of guy anyway."

"What is that supposed to mean? If he was your type--"

"God, Jeff. You're reading into it too much," I chided. “Just because we share an office together, work on the same case, and happen to be woman and man, doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“You share an office? Why? Can’t you get our own?!” Jeff asked, sounding frustrated.

“For fucks sake,” I groaned.

I knew I had little moral high ground to stand on, but Jeff's constant bickering was getting on my nerves. Instead of being so jealous, he should just appreciate us for who we were. I mean, I knew he was constantly checking out my sisters. I never complained. My sisters were both beautiful women. Big deal, we're all grown-ups.

"Yeah, but-" Jeff began.

“I'll talk to you tomorrow,” I said, hanging up immediately.

For a brief moment, I enjoyed the calm and the lack of confrontation. I looked at the clock. A few hours until dinner time. I might as well work. It was the best way to keep my mind off of things. Things I shouldn't linger on. Like a man I shouldn't have ever touched, but felt his throbbing member throb in response to me.

Fuck. Stop thinking about it, I scolded myself.

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There you have it folks. My attempt at making a story from a woman's 1st perspective. Let me know what you think.