*
     Laurie Anderson awoke to "Grandma Got Run-over By a
Reindeer" on the clock radio, and quickly hit the snooze bar.
She cuddled under the down comforter and snuggled closer to her
husband, who was still dead to the world.  Finally, when the
radio popped back on with Kenny G playing some Christmas tune (At
least she thought it was a Christmas tune.  With him, how could
you tell?  Everything sounded the same!), Laurie rolled out of
bed with a grunt, turned the radio off, and made her way to the
bathroom, ready to begin the morning routine and looking forward
to the day.
     Laurie Anderson loved the Christmas season.  She still got a
giddy buzz from all the excitement, just like a little kid.  She
loved the nip in the air, the shopping and decorations, the
lights, the cooking and baking, and decorating the tree.  She
loved the entertaining and the parties.  Even the office was more
fun -- people dressed better than the rest of the year, there
were sweet tables and little gifts and lots of flirting.  And the
kids...  She loved watching the kids at Christmas.  She had
really missed Bobby being away all semester, but she especially
missed him not being home since Thanksgiving.  Watching her two
children get more animated by the day as Christmas approached was
her deepest-felt pleasure of the season, and Bobby being three
thousand miles away had changed that for her this year.  But, now
he was home and things were wonderful!
     If she could whistle, she would have been whistling as she
stepped from the shower and toweled herself dry.  She stepped
from the bathroom into her dressing area; and, as she did, she
looked at her naked body in the full-length mirror on the side
wall.
     The smooth, white body reflected in the glass didn't look
all that bad for a thirty-seven (okay, almost thirty-eight) year
old mother of two.  She worked hard to keep in shape and, so far,
her efforts had been rewarded in firmness and muscle tone.  She
cupped her hands under her still-firm and heavy, round breasts.
Only a slight sag and sexier for it, she thought.  Laurie smiled
as she watched the dark pink areolae crinkle up and her nipples
lengthen just from the slightest touch.
     [`Oooo... I'm horny!' she giggled to herself, `I better put
these dangerous 38's away, before they get me in trouble!']
     Her eyes dropped down to her tummy.  Maybe a little softer
and rounder than when she was eighteen years old, but still
pretty firm and not that far from flat.  Her eyes still sliding,
they passed her womanly hips, and stopped at her bare pussy-lips.
Early in their marriage, Robert once mentioned that pussy hair
was a real turn-off for him, and even though she wasn't overly
hairy, from that night on, she had kept it either bikini-mohawk
trimmed or cleanly shaven.  It wasn't a bother as long as she
kept after it and used the right creams and ointments.  Now,
after all these years, Laurie thought no more about shaving her
pussy than she did about shaving her legs and underarms.  But as
she looked in the mirror and spread her legs a little wider, she
marvelled that she still found the sight of her own naked pussy-
lips so erotic.  Her pussy hair didn't turn her off, but her
naked pussy sure did turn her on!
     She shuddered as she rubbed her hands across her still-
hardening nipples.
     And that was another thing Laurie thought about as she
looked at this attractive, maybe even sexy woman in the mirror...
She was beginning to believe the old wives' tales about a woman's
prime in the later years... she'd been feeling so horny... no,
horny didn't quite encompass the feeling -- she'd been feeling so
downright randy lately!  And with all the salesmen and company
reps (well-dressed, fast talkers) stopping by in the office, and
flirting, she'd found herself fantasizing about naughty, sexy
interludes with almost all of them!
     [`Time to get dressed, Laurie-girl, and wipe those nasty
thoughts from your dirty little mind,' she thought to herself and
she stepped to her dresser.]
     She quickly selected and put on her "D"-cup bra, panties and
pantyhose in the still dark bedroom and then stepped back to her
dressing area.  After her make-up was applied (just a touch
heavier than usual) she slid into her slip, silk blouse, and
short black skirt.  She felt pretty and sexy when she walked out
of the closet in her highest heels.
     "Yum!  You look good enough to eat, Mrs. Anderson."
     Laurie smiled at Robert, Sr., not missing the lump under the
comforter.  "Now you say that.  Where were you when I wanted to
cuddle, last night and earlier this morning?"
     "Well, I'm here, now, and you still look good enough to eat,
Laurie."
     "No time, Robert.  I have carpool this morning and I haven't
heard a peep from Molly's room.  Have you?"
     Robert shook his head and Laurie walked down the hall to her
daughter's room.  When there was no answer to her light knocks,
she opened the door.  The light was still on and Molly's history
book was still open on the bed.  The poor child had fallen asleep
studying!
     Laurie walked to the bed and gently shook her daughter
awake.  "Molly.  Molly, honey.  Time to get up, Dear."
     Molly cracked her eyelids open.  "Eh..?  Oh!  Okay, Mom.
I'll shower as fast as I can."
     Laurie walked back into her bedroom.
     The door closed behind her and she heard the lock click.  As
she turned, she saw her husband standing there wearing only a
smile and an impressive morning erection for a man of 53!
     She knew what he wanted.
     Over the nearly twenty years that they had been married,
Laurie knew that one of Robert's favorite turn-ons was having sex
when Laurie was all dressed up for a function and ready to leave.
Laurie couldn't guess how many times what was about to happen
this morning had happened before.  They would be dressed for a
wedding or funeral or going out to dinner and Robert would take
one look at his wife, all dressed and made-up and looking
perfect, and want her.  It was cute, and Laurie was more than a
little flattered, and she had never said no to Robert.  She
wasn't about to, now, either.  She realized that Robert was
nearly sixteen years her senior and that the flames of lust just
weren't burning as brightly in him as they had; but, still -- it
had been a very long time since the last time they had done "it,"
and an even longer time before that.  And, Laurie was missing the
routine of steady sex that they had enjoyed earlier in their
marriage.
     Now, when they heard Molly's shower start, Laurie smiled at
her husband and said, "Think we can BOTH finish by the time she
finishes her shower?"
     Robert stepped behind his wife and bent her over to lean on
the bed, "Well, I can only speak for myself, Dear, but I'm pretty
sure I can!"
     Laurie laughed.  "Oh, you bastard!  Now roll my pantyhose
down carefully.  These are the only clean pair I have in this
color."
     She knew as soon as she said it that she should have rolled
them down herself.  Before she could stop him, Robert
mischievously inserted a finger through the seat of her black
pantyhose and ripped them open.
     "Mmmmmuh!"  Laurie liked being taken like this, and Robert
knew it and obligingly ripped panties and pantyhose out of the
way often, just as he was doing this morning.
     Her pantyhose were in tatters and the crotch of her panties
was carelessly pulled to the side and Robert plunged his hard
prick into his wife's hot and wet pussy.
     "Oh, yeah, Baby!  You're so hot and wet and tight!  I hope
you're ready, Sweetheart, 'cause I'm not gonna last too long!
You feel so good!  Umh!  So fuckin' goooOODD!"
     To neither's surprise, Robert was cumming.  Fast and
furious, gobs and gobs.
     His softening dick easily slipped out of his wife's slick
cunt-hole and he fell to the bed, looking up at his lovely wife.
"Thanks."
     Laurie finished the job he started and ripped the rest of
her pantyhose off her legs.  They could hear Molly's shower turn
off.  "Mmmm, my pleasure, Dear.  And just in time.  But you were
a very bad boy -- look at my pantyhose!  I bought these to go
with my skirt!"
     "Bill me and wear another color, dear," Robert replied with
a grin as he strutted into the bathroom.
     Laurie hoisted her skirt and slip up to her waist and
untangled her panties.  They were damp with their mixed love
juices  and Laurie slid them down her legs and threw them into
the hamper.  She ran some water at her dressing area and wiped
her crotch as best as she could.  Back at her dresser, she
searched for another pair of black-lace panties and black
pantyhose.  The first black panties she found were a G-string
type, but they also matched her bra.  Just as she had told
Robert, she had no other black sheer pantyhose, which meant she
had to dig out her black garterbelt and black stockings.  As she
finished, donning her high heels again and smoothing her skirt,
she had to admit that after the surprise morning fuck and the
more risque undergarments she was wearing, she felt considerably
sexier going to the office than she ever had before.  And she
liked the feeling.  If only she had come when Robert was fucking
her, it would have been perfect!
     She called through the bathroom door to Robert, "I'm
leaving, Robert.  Don't forget, you have to pick Molly up tonight
after her practice."
     "I won't forget, Laurie.  Have a nice day, Sweetheart.  If
you get drunk at the party, call -- don't drive."
     "Okay.  Bye!"
     Downstairs, the timer had the coffee ready and she enjoyed a
cup while she waited for Molly.  Then the two of them were off in
the wagon to pick-up three more of Molly's classmates and drop
them off at school.
     Without a minute to spare, Laurie arrived at her desk and
began her work-day.
*
     Laurie loved her job.  Maybe not so much the exact job she
was working that morning, but she loved having a job and being
out in the work-world.  She had quit her job as a part-time
secretary when she was nineteen years old and pregnant with
Bobby; and, after Molly came along and the two kids started
school, Laurie spent a lot of time on charities and volunteering
at school, but it wasn't satisfying.  Finally, after the boom of
the Reagan years collapsed and Robert's business began feeling a
little pinch of the recession, Laurie offered to help him in the
office.  She went back to school and learned about personal
computers and wordprocessing software, graphics, and
spreadsheets.  She took some accounting courses and attended
business law and management seminars.  When she was ready, Robert
suggested she try her resume in the workplace, arguing that she
deserved a real job rather than just helping her husband; and,
that the outside income would help with the kids' rapidly
approaching college tuitions.  Laurie happily agreed and was
hired her second week of job-hunting.
     The company that hired her was a giant food conglomerate and
Laurie got a job in their huge warehouse and delivery operation
in the suburbs.  When she started, she was taking phone orders
and checking invoices and, through long hours and hard work, had
quietly and steadily moved up until she became one of the
Regional Director's three office assistants.
     Sherman Greenberg was that director and had spotted Laurie's
potential almost from her first day on the job.  He had carefully
tested her and promoted her until Laurie had risen as high as she
could in the warehouse.  Then, in November, each word filled with
regret at losing her, he had written a strong recommendation for
Laurie for an announced vacancy as a Project Leader at Corporate
headquarters, downtown.
*
     A little before noon, as the rest of the office was
preparing the cafeteria for the Christmas party, Laurie knocked
on Sherman Greenberg's office door.
     "Come in."
     "Hi, Mr. Greenberg.  Happy Holidays!"
     "Laurie!  Come in!  Come in!"
     "I just wanted to thank you, again, for all you've done for
me.  I really appreciate your support."
     "Please, no thanks are necessary.  I'm a company man and I
do what I can to advance the best people so they can do the best
for the company.  Please, Laurie, sit down."
     Laurie closed the door and walked across the thickly
carpeted office.  Sherman Greenberg had been the director for
many years and his richly furnished office spoke of his status
and the esteem in which `corporate' held him.  She sat in the
comfortable leather guest chair and placed a wrapped package on
Greenberg's blotter.
     "I just know I wouldn't be moving on to corporate without
your support, Mr. Greenberg."
     "Let's make it `Sherman,' now, shall we, Laurie?"
     "Okay.  Sherman."
     "You were an easy pick for the job, Laurie.  You're more
than qualified.  You're intelligent, ambitious, a hard worker,
and have incredible people skills.  They'll be glad they found
you in no time."
     "Well, thank you, Mr... ah, Sherman.  But I know they never
would have considered me, way out here in the sticks, if someone
they respected hadn't brought me to their attention."
     "For that, Laurie, you are most welcome.  Now, what's in
this pretty package?  I hope it's another model employee like
you, so I won't miss you so much around here!"
     "Open it!"
     Greenberg lifted the heavy package and ripped the paper
away.  Inside the box was a large, irregular rectangle of
polished marble.  The marble was a deep burgundy that perfectly
matched the leather trim and accent pieces on his desk.  From a
smaller box, Greenberg removed two Waterman desk pens and a
letter opener and placed them in the holes in the marble.  The
piece was exquisite.
     "Laurie...  I don't know what to say.  Thank you, so much,
it's beautiful."
     Laurie was smiling broadly.  "I'm glad you like it.  You
deserve it.  You've been a wonderful boss, Mr... ah... Sherman."
     "That's been my pleasure, too.  So, today's your last day
with us here, when do you start downtown?"
     "January 3rd.  I'm nervous."
     "Don't be, Laurie.  You'll be fine.  Just be aware that the
ah... atmosphere is very different down there."
     "Do you mean office politics?"
     "Office politics, for sure.  It can get pretty nasty.
You've been out here so long, where we are more like a family.
It won't be like that down there.  Watch your back and make
powerful allies.  And be on guard!"
     "On guard?"
     "Against jealous peers and predatory managers.  You know
there's a big sexual harassment suit going on, don't you?  And at
the last directors' meeting, there were rumors of two more
possible ones."
     "Ha!  I'm too old and too married.  Those execs are picking
on the young honeys!  I'm not worried about being sexually
harassed."
     Sherman Greenberg, sixty-one years old, married, short,
rotund, and nearly bald, looked down at his desk blotter and
mumbled something into his chest.
     Laurie leaned forward in her chair.  "Pardon me?  I'm sorry,
I didn't hear you, Sherman."
     Greenberg didn't look up, but raised his voice sufficiently
to be heard, "I said, `You are the one I'd harass.'"
     Laurie Anderson felt herself blushing.  She sat back in the
chair and looked at Greenberg.  She didn't see a short, fat,
bald, old man -- she saw her soon-to-be-ex-boss who had been
fair, honest, pleasant and always a gentleman.  She just now
realized that he saw her as more than an employee, he saw her as
a woman and she wasn't offended -- she was pleased, and
surprised.
     "Well, Mr. Greenberg, I'll take that comment in the way I
think it was intended and consider it a complement."
     Greenberg looked at Laurie.  His eyes were full of affection
for her.  "Please, Laurie, forgive me.  I've never sexually
harassed a woman in thirty-three years with the company.  It's
just that you...  you..."
     Laurie stood up and walked around the desk and took Sherman
Greenberg's hands into hers.  She looked down into his moist
eyes, and then lowered herself to one knee, to be on the same
level.  "No apology necessary, Sherman.  I think I understand."
     "Good, because I don't!"  Greenberg looked deeply into
Laurie's beautiful blue eyes, and to both their surprise, a tear
rolled down his cheek.
     "I've never felt about a woman the way I feel about you,
Laurie.  Not some crazy teenage passion or lust, but a real, deep
affection; like I was your father and big brother and best friend
and protector all rolled into one."
     Laurie caught his tear with her thumb and then licked it
off.  She was touched.  Deeply.  She realized that over the last
several years, she had appreciated and enjoyed Sherman acting in
all those roles towards her.  She felt affection for him and now
realized just how much she would miss working for him every day.
     Almost without thinking about it, Laurie lowered her other
knee and she began lowering Greenberg's zipper.  It was
surprising and impulsive, but, to Laurie, it felt so right.
     "Wha...!"  Greenberg's hand flitted towards his crotch.
     Laurie grasp his hand gently and smiled up at him.  Then she
placed her finger over her smiling red lips, "Shhh."
     His cock was exposed, and much to his surprise and delight,
it was hardening in Laurie's magical, warm grasp.  He felt joy.
     Laurie knew no one would dare open Mr. Greenberg's door
without knocking, so she felt relaxed as she lowered her mouth
down and over Sherman's pink, little cock.
     Sherman Greenberg was sure the top of his head was just
going to blow off.  He hadn't felt like this in years and years.
Comfortably married for forty years, he enjoyed sex on the one or
two occasions a month when he and his wife were both in the mood,
but nothing like this!  As Laurie licked and slurped and sucked
and nibbled, he tried to remember the last time his penis had
been in a woman's mouth and was momentarily depressed to realize
that it had been when he was a very young stud in the navy!
     Laurie had to admit that sex in the office was very
stimulating.  [`Maybe there is something to all this sexual
harassment stuff!' she thought.]  Kneeling in front of her boss
with his dick in her mouth was a real turn-on for her.  His penis
was warm and pink and smooth and smelled clean and fresh.  And,
she could tell by his breathing, Sherman was enjoying her
attentions, and she tried her best to make it special for him.
     Again, for the second time that day, the end was coming too
soon, because she felt Sherman's breathing and hip-jerking change
rhythm and knew the end was here.  She slipped her wet mouth back
to the lipstick-smeared head of his cock and sucked as she licked
the tender underside.
     Sherman Greenberg arched his back and bit into the back of
his hand to stop himself from screaming as he began the most
wonderful orgasm he had had in decades -- maybe ever!  When he
was totally drained dry and finally was able to open his eyes, he
watched his beautiful and sexy Laurie sucking and licking his
quickly shrinking penis clean.  Then he watched as she sat back
on her heels, and with her finger, pushed some of his cum that
had escaped at the corners of her mouth back into her mouth and
licked her finger.
     [`Oh, what a woman!' he thought.  `Why, oh, why did I ever
get her that job downtown?' he moaned to himself.]
     "Ah...  Laurie.  I don't know what to say."
     "Don't say anything, Sherman," she smiled.  "I enjoyed that
as much as I think you did."
     And she had.  Feeling sexy and naughty, blowing the boss in
his office, her pussy already filled with her husband's cum.  It
was turning into one hell of a day!
*