EroticReverie

Jackson  - Two weeks later

Natalie had called in the next two days after I blew up on her. But I didn’t care. She could lick her seductress wounds as long as she wanted as long is it kept her out of my fucking hair and kept her from walking around my office so desperately obvious to be a fucking home wrecker. 

She returned the the third day, after the weekend and has been exactly as she should be. Professional , doing her job and nothing else. 

The past two weeks with Peyton have been surprisingly good. She’s only mentioned Natalie one time , a few days ago when I reminded her of the fundraiser we need to go to tonight. Against better judgement, I had told Peyton about Natalie and all the things she’d done in the office. But I also told her exactly what I’d said that day before I came home and broke down in the shower.  She was not happy. She’d threatened to wring her neck. But then she’d sucked me off telling me I was hers. That nobody could have me. She sucked me so fucking good , like she had something to prove, like she was trying to remind me who I belonged to. I didn’t need a reminder. My cock was loyal to her, craves her constantly and would never , fucking ever stray to another woman. 

I do however choose to keep to myself that my eyes still fall on my secretary. Not by choice. It’s as if the fucking woman had trained my eyes to look at her , even if it’s just to check for those hard nipples. To make sure she’s got her blouses buttoned properly, to make sure she’s not moving her hips in such a way that is clear she’s trying to seduce me. 

And today, she’s got on my favorite color. White. It’s a tight white pussy bow blouse and pencil skirt. She’s covered from neck to knees but that color reminds me of Peyton. Peyton knows white on her undoes me everytime. 

I glance at her breasts when she comes in , the blouse tucked tightly in her skirt and forming to her curves. White heels on her feet that have my eyes dropping to those and then up to the hem of her skirt at her knees. My cock twitches and I curse myself internally.  I’m having a response that I don’t want to have and grit my teeth as my cock gets harder and harder as she lays down the files I asked for while standing in front of my desk. She’s never worn all white. Never even worn much of it all. Did she know? Did she find out somehow that this was the color I preferred my wife to wear? Did she know and was now back to trying to seduce me? She doesn’t meet my eyes anymore since I laid into her and went off on her a few weeks ago. So my eyes are free to roam, staring at her tits. They’re a little smaller than Peyton’s. I can make out the outline of the fabric of her bra. My cock is stiff and throbbing as my eyes examine where her nipples would normally show through the fabric. 

Was her bra padded ? Is that why they weren’t showing? 

“The car is arranged to pick you and your wife up at six.” She says and I hear her but my eyes are on her breasts. On the all white fabric covering her and clinging to the curve of her tits. 

I didn’t want her. But that color was reminding me of Peyton and my cock was throbbing for my wife, not this woman in front of me. 

“Um, sir?” She asks and breaks my trance and my eyes lift and her eyes are on me and I just look at her. She knew where my eyes had been and she takes a small breath, breathing in deep as my eyes look at hers. They were so full compared to Peyton’s. All of her was dull compared to my wife. Every fucking woman I laid eyes on, never came close to comparing to Peyton. Yet here I was , with a hard on , and was confused about it. Was it just that her white outfit made me think of my wife? Or was it the way the white fabric clung to Natalie? 

White on women was my kryptonite. But it wasn’t often women around me wore all

White except for Peyton , because she knew what it did to me to see her in it. 

“I’d like to thank you for being professional these past few weeks. I know I was harsh and maybe my words could have been more….appropriately chosen for the environment were in.”

Natalie flushes a shade of pink in her cheeks and nods. 

“My apologies as well sir , I wasn’t very..professional.” She says speaking softly. 

“Your wife is lucky. And I’m sorry I disrespected the both of you.  I’d misread the situation. I was mistaken, and had thought…well, it doesn’t matter what I thought. I was wrong and I’m sorry. This job is important to me. And I’m sorry for the trouble I caused you.” She says sounding genuine. 

“I appreciate that Natalie. And I hope we can work together from here on out without any further issues.” I say and she nods once and my eyes fall once more and I see her chest rise with a breath as I take her in and then lift my eyes. 

“That being said. While I can’t tell you how to dress, I’d like to respectfully request you don’t wear white ever again to the office.” I say and her brows lift. 

“Sir?” She asks softly as she breathes a bit faster and my cock throbs and my eyes go to her mouth. Did I never notice before how plump her lips are ? How soft they look? Two pillows that would wrap so fucking nicely around my cock. 

“It’s just a request. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t wear that color.” I say and she licks her lips and my jaw clenches. 

“Okay.” She answers softly. “Can I ask, why?” 

My hands grip the edge of my desk and I shake my head. 

“Please return to your desk Natalie.” I answer. 

“If you don’t want me to wear white again, I won’t. But you’ll need to tell me why first” she says softly and my jaw clenches. My eyes on hers and I want to yell at her to get the fuck out of my office. But I suppose it’s only fair to explain to myself. 

“Because, it reminds me of my wife. Because it looks good on you.” I say and she sucks in a breath. 

“You think I look good?” She asks and my nostrils flare. 

“No. The white looks good.” I say and she bites her lips with a small smile and I grit my teeth. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to wear it more often sir?” She asks as she walks around the side of my desk and stands in front of me and I turn in my seat , not bothering to hide the bulge in my pants and her eyes drop and she rubs her thighs together and her feet shift on her heels. 

“I’ll wear it for you everyday if you want me to, if you like it that much.” She says letting me know she sees how hard I am for her little outfit. 

“Natalie. Leave please” I say and she steps forward and my feet slip apart my legs spreading and she stands between my legs and I groan.  

“Are you sure you want me to leave?” She asks as she turns slightly and my eyes drop to her ass. 

“Yes.” I answer as she arches her back and sticks out her ass towards me as she stands between my legs. 

“Really?” She asks as she lowers her ass and sits it right on my lap. 

“Natalie.” I growl and she places her hands on my knees as her ass moves up and down , rubbing her tight skirt against my lap and against my erection. 

“Pretend I’m her” Natalie moans. “Pretend I’m your wife” 

But she’s not my wife and what the fuck am I doing? God that fucking color makes me lose my fucking mind. 

I grab her her waist and push her up off my lap.

“Youre a beautiful woman Natalie. But this isn’t going to happen.” I say. Trying a less abrasive approach to dismissing her. 

“What isn’t going to happen? Nothing is happening” she says and and parks her ass back in my lap and leans right back as she squirms on my lap and lifts a hand up above and behind my neck as she writhes and grinds against my dick. 

“Natalie. Stop.” I say as my hand slips over her stomach and across the soft white silk of her blouse. 

“If it’s hard for me….I should be the one to take care of it” she whispers and rolls her hips. 

“It’s not hard for you.” I tell her.

“Liar” she whispers as she keeps writhing and lets out a little moan. 

“I can suck it for you if you want…I can put it inside of me …whatever you need sir”

“Fuck” I growl and then push her right off my lap. 

“Get out. Now” I say as she stumbles a bit as she stands. 

“My bra and panties are white too, so you want to see them sir?” She asks as she looks at me. 

“Natalie. I mean it. Get out.” I grit my teeth. 

She smirks.  “Yes sir.” She answers answers and turns and walks to the door , the sway back in her hips. 

She reaches for the handle and smile over her shoulder. 

“I’ll be sure to wear white for you tonight sir. Since I know how much you like it. “ she grins and opens the door and leaves. 

I run a hand through my hair and curse and shake my Head. I didn’t want Natalie. She disgusted me for the mere fact she’d disrespected Peyton. And I was a bastard for justifying what I just let happen just because of a simple fucking color. 

I’d fuck Peyton hard when I got home. I’d fuck her through the walls and our gif damn mattress. My cock didn’t want Natalie at all. It wanted the woman who wore white for me because she knew it drove me crazy. It wants my wife. Not my fucking secretary. 

But when I pull out my cock and release some of the fucking tension, …it’s not Peyton’s mouth, or Peyton’s ass I envision on my cock.