I am hard at work on the second installment of There He Sat series. It's almost done and then it's on to the third story. This series has been coming together quite quickly and I'm happy with the results so far.
Here's a quick excerpt from the first story, Scheming:
Movement in his peripheral vision caused him to turn his head. Andrea Stansfield was walking through the lobby, heading in his direction. He could not help but stare as he watched the long, confident strides of her mile-long legs that he glimpsed through the almost hip-high slit in her dress. Her shapely calves gave way to delicate ankles and Richard’s attention was then drawn to the Jimmy Choo shoes upon her feet. At least a four-inch stiletto heel could not slow Andrea down as she strode purposefully through the lobby.
Richard sat entranced. As many times as he had been in this hotel, he had yet to encounter Andrea here, even though he knew she also lived in the building. She seemed so focused on some unseen point before her that Richard took the opportunity to really look her body over. His eyes greedily took in the swell of her hips, the gorgeous slightly rounded belly, and what were undoubtedly real tits. No surgeon, however skilled he may be, could produce breasts that bounced like that. Her shoulders were slightly wider than her hips and her poise so confident, so strong that Richard was captivated. He would never consider marrying a strong woman but he would love to be able to nail one. He wondered if she took control in bed and immediately pictured her riding him hard. The inappropriateness of such a thought caused him to cough aloud.
Andrea turned her head in the direction of the noise and then, to Richard’s discomfort, immediately changed her direction. In a moment she was before his chair and Richard stood, thankful he had not popped a boner while having lascivious thoughts about his girlfriend’s mother. He nodded to her.
“Hello Mrs. Stansfield.”
She cocked her beautiful head slightly and Richard took the opportunity to quickly run his eyes over her face. He was certain Andrea had to be in her mid-to-late forties. His cursory glance took in the small lines around her eyes and mouth but she still looked years younger than her actual age. Her hazel eyes bore into him and her full lips pulled down slightly at the corners.
“I know you,” she announced, “you work for my husband, don’t you?”
He nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I’m Richard. Richard Kelsey.”
Her frown immediately morphed into a tight smile.
“Right, Richard Kelsey. You’re also dating my daughter.”
He nodded again. “Yes ma’am, I am. In fact I’m just waiting for Chelsea. We have a date tonight.”
“Hmmm.” She pursed her lips and then tilted her head a little again. Richard found it an extremely enticing gesture.
“You have realized, have you not,” she began, her lips now pulled up playfully, “that if things work out and you someday marry her that her name will be Chelsea Kelsey?”
She laughed softly then and the sound raised excited gooseflesh on the backs of Richard’s arms and neck as surely as her touch would have. He grinned good-naturedly.
“I would assume she would keep Stansfield, or perhaps hyphenate the two surnames.”
Andrea’s eyes sparkled. “I would certainly hope so. Not only does it sound ridiculous, it’s reminiscent of a porn star’s name, don’t you think?”
Richard thought that was a bizarre statement from a woman like Andrea Stanfield and found her tone unreadable. She could be joking or testing him, he could not be sure. He shrugged nonchalantly.
“I wouldn’t know.”
Her eyes twinkled mischievously.
“Oh, I have a feeling you would, Richard.”
He swallowed hard now. The way she spoke his name was akin to a caress and he was becoming increasingly uncomfortable around her. It was not a feeling he was accustomed to. He had never been awkward in the company of a woman before but Andrea set every nerve afire in his body and he was now fighting his arousal. She continued to look at him intensely with those alluring hazel eyes, framed with soft and long black lashes. He shifted his feet and averted his eyes.
“Is Chelsea making you wait for her?” Andrea inquired.
She did not sound interested in the answer and Richard assumed she had sensed his discomfort and was changing the subject out of pity. He nodded as he forced himself to meet her gaze again.
“I doubt it’s intentional.”
That playful glint was back in Andrea’s eye and she laughed softly once more. She put a hand on his forearm and Richard resisted an urge to gasp. He was barely able to stand in such close proximity to her, let alone have her touch him.
“Oh, it’s intentional,” she assured him, “and, please, call me Andrea.”
Her hand glided down his arm to his hand and she pressed it lightly before letting go. Richard was now desperately fighting his body, his cock threatening to spring up at any second. She smiled at him again and there was no mistaking the welcoming look in her eyes. Richard was once more uncertain if this was a test or if Andrea actually had the hots for him. Either way he could not reciprocate her obvious advances.
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Copyright CA Knoble 2015