The next night, Connie is home and after a pleasant dinner, we settle down on the couch to watch a movie. Lately, her lounging outfit has consisted of just an oversized T-shirt and panties. Without a bra, the flimsy material of the T-shirt clings to her breasts, creating a clear outline of her sumptuous nipples. She sits on the couch and tucks her legs under her. I’ve seen her naked on my computer, but it’s not the same as seeing her in this skimpy outfit sitting next to me. My cock is on the rise and I’m trying not to let her see the bulge in my jeans. She fiddles with the remote and finds an eighties movie that we’ve both seen, but don’t mind seeing again.
“Um, Mr. D?” Connie says, looking over at me. “Would it be alright with you, if I brought someone to the house?” She says, looking a little more sheepish than I’ve ever seen her. I think I know what she means, but I play dumb.
“You mean invite someone over for dinner?” I ask, keeping my eyes on her face instead of her nipples, as they try to poke through the thin material of her shirt.
“No… not dinner.” She stammers. “You know, invite someone to my room… after a date.” She says, her eyes on her lap, instead of looking at me.
“Oh!” I say. “Sorry, I misunderstood.” Reaching over, I lift her chin with my fingers, making her look at me. “Connie, this is your home, now. You’re an adult. Of course you can invite someone to your room.” I smile at her, and my cock continues bulging my pants, as I think about watching her and Chris fuck in her room.
“Oh Mr. D!” She says, springing up to her knees on the couch and wrapping her arms around me. “You’re the best!” The blood surges into my cock, as her breasts push against my arm, and I can’t do anything to hide it.
“I would only hope you take all the appropriate safety precautions.” I say, sounding uncharacteristically parental. “Is it Chris you intend to invite over?” I ask.
“Yes!” She answers enthusiastically, sitting back down on the couch, but keeping her body against mine. “He has his mother living with him, so we can’t go back to his place and we don’t want to risk being seen by any coworkers going into a hotel.” She explains, while she cuddles up to my side. My cock is rock hard and I’m enjoying the warmth of her body against me, even if she is talking about fucking someone else. If she notices my bulge, she doesn’t let on.
“Be careful of office romances, Connie.” I say, smoothing her hair with my hand. “In my experience, they are never secret for very long, no matter how discreet you think you’re being.”
“I know.” She says, leaning her head on my shoulder. “But some things are worth the risk, aren’t they?” She asks.
“Yes.” I answer. “I guess they are.” I put my arm around her and hold her tightly against me, wishing we could sit like this every night. We watch the rest of the movie this way, though I admit that the smell of her shampoo and the warmth of her body, keep me more captivated than the plot of the movie and my cock pretty much stays hard the whole time.