Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Anna Seduced (MF, reluctant, cheating) A naive young woman is harassed and tempted by an aggressive colleague during a business trip while her jealous but clueless boyfriend waits. Copyright 2004 by The TigerShark Unauthorized duplication is prohibited. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- WARNING This story contains adult material that is completely unsuitable for consumption by minors. Minors should be studying or at least playing video games and not reading erotic fiction. This story may be offensive and is pure fantasy. Do not read if you are under 18 or find graphic description of sexual situations offensive. Continued reading of this document indicates that you agree to the above restrictions and that you are not a law enforcement officer, a prude, or a Baptist. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- Anna Seduced (MF, reluctant, cheating) The Introduction Anna and Scott were one of those perfect couples who seemed to have been together forever. In fact, they had met in high school, attended the same college, and now lived together and worked only a few miles apart. They drove to work together, met for lunch, and generally spent little time apart. Because of this, they were naturally trusting of each other, and the idea of one suspecting the other of cheating was absurd. However, this changed when Anna was promoted. In high school she was a skinny, mousy girl with few friends and ugly glasses. Her religious parents ruined any chance of a normal social life or fashionable clothes. Scott (himself a bit of an outcast) was one of the only boys to notice her in those days. After he asked her to the junior prom, and to the irritation of her parents, Scott became the center of her life. In college and the years after, Anna slowly blossomed. While still thin and petite, her figure filled out to be quite womanly. Her wire-framed glasses were replaced by designer dark frames that accented her blue eyes and gentle features. Her dark hair was styled but she wore it shoulder length and free. Above all, she adopted a sexy and fashionable clothing style that accented her figure. She finally got noticed (and hit on) whenever her and Scott were apart. The most important change in Anna was the increase in her self-confidence. She still was somewhat shy and soft-spoken, particularly in a crowd. But her newfound assertiveness and calm control were quickly noticed at her marketing firm and she was promoted to marketing director. And this is when things became difficult with Scott. The new job required substantial travel, particularly as Anna was still meeting important customers and working with her new sales team. She was expected to make several trips a year to each territory for a week or two at a time. Scott, who had only ever been out of their home state a few times, could not relate and was not used to being at home. He started to worry about her safety first, and then her fidelity. Then when Anna unwisely told him the story about her colleague in California, things got even worse. The Elevator The third trip Anna made was to the southwest territory to visit with her sales rep Victor and Anna was not looking forward to it. She had met Victor on several occasions and she found him to be difficult. He was Italian but originally from Argentina. He was hansom but brash and controlling. For all of Anna's new self-confidence, she could not find a way to deal with Victor. He was overly courteous but patronizing and dismissive. It was easy to assume that Victor was chauvinist and unlikely to listen to a woman manager. Anna also had the impression that he was a bit of a womanizer, though she thought maybe this was stereotyping on her part. When he picked her up at the airport, she was surprised and relieved to see he wore a wedding ring. But then it occurred to her to wonder why she had not noticed it before. Had he had taken it off during his trips to her company, and if so, why? The trip was a short one. Victor was always the patronizing gentleman, holding the door at every chance, helping her to her seat. Only in retrospect did Anna remember or imagine him staring at her inappropriately, the occasional glances at her legs as they drove in the car or his gaze dropping from her eyes to her breasts and waist. By the end of the week she was fairly comfortable with him and in a good mood at the thought of heading home. The last night they went out for dinner and again against protocol Victor paid. As he drove her back to the hotel they exchanged small talk. For the first time, Victor seemed interested in asking more personal questions of her. She told him about Scott and a bit about their life together. They were mid conversation when they arrived back at the hotel. Victor suggested that they have a drink in the hotel bar and Anna consented. In the empty bar, their conversation continued. Victor gave few details about his own life but seemed genuinely interested in hers. Anna found herself surprised that Victor wanted to hear about Scott and their relationship, but after a few drinks her guard was down and she answered his questions. It was tempting to compare the two men. Scott was the sensitive guy-type. Conservative and cautious, even in the bedroom. Victor was sharper somehow. Bold and direct, maybe careless. But not afraid to get exactly what he wanted. Eventually Victor looked at his watch and said, "It's getting late, I'll help you to your room." Anna smiled and stood, "I can find it okay on my own, thank you," she said, offering him her hand for a goodbye shake. "Nonsense," he said, and taking her by the arm, led her toward the elevators. "Victor, I don't think.." she started to say, but the elevator doors opened ahead of them. He stepped in, still holding her arm in his left hand, he placed his right at the small of her back and guided her in next to him. The elevator door closed. "Sixteen," she said, gesturing toward the buttons. Without taking his eyes off her, Victor hit the button for her floor and the elevator lurched upwards. Victor released her arm but turned in front of her, blocking the door. He was much taller than her, she felt like a little girl in front of him. With little warning his hands were on her hips and he bent to kiss her. She responded briefly, melting into him for a second or two only before the reality of what was happening hit her and she struggled to push him away. He resisted for a moment, holding her waist tightly with large hands and strong forearms. She glared at him furiously and he relented, letting go with a smirk on his face. Just then the door opened. She twisted around him, and bolted out the door as quickly as she could. Her heart paused hoping he wouldn't follow her, but the door closed behind her and she returned to her room. Later, as she lay in the dark, feeling miserable, she told herself that it was anger at being taken advantage of and guilt at returning Victor's attention, if only for a few seconds. Still sleepless late at night, she allowed herself to wonder what it would have been like had she allowed Victor back to her room. It almost seemed that she could still smell his cologne. She was surprised at the naughty feeling of desire between her legs and told herself that it was only sexual frustration, and that she had to get herself back to Scott. The Reaction However, Scott reacted to her story with something like cold fury. At first she was a little turned on by his jealousy, it was a side him she had never seen. Of course, Anna carefully withheld the part about returning Victor's kiss but that served to make her feel a bit ashamed at Scott's distrust. But after it became apparent that Scott blamed her for Victor's actions, she started to resent his attitude. In fact, she had only told him about Victor's attention because it made her feel sexy and desired. Maybe she wanted to make Scott feel a bit jealous but only so he would pay more attention to her, especially in the bedroom. But being made to feel like a slut by her long-time boyfriend only served to make her feel trapped and angry. When finally they made love that night, it was bland and predictable and not the release Anna had hoped for. After several minutes of missionary pounding by Scott, she found herself thinking of Victor and the elevator, then fantasizing about Victor in her hotel room. Desire finally stirred in her but not quick enough and soon Scott was finished and rolling off her. The Airplane Trouble came again a week later when her company ordered her back to the southwest territory to deal with a difficult account in Phoenix. That meant working with Victor for a week - indeed probably staying in the same hotel since he would have to travel there from LA. It also meant facing Scott. Lying to him was nearly impossible since she carefully forwarded him her itinerary on every trip. Anna spent most of the day worrying about the effect it would have on her relationship. Scott would be furiously jealous and suspicious. After dwelling on it for a few hours it occurred to her to worry about her own resolve and sexual frustration as well. Would she be able to fend Victor off for a week? By the end of the day she had an idea. She would invite Scott along. Maybe if he knew a bit more about her business trips he would be less threatened by them. Her evenings would be spent with her boyfriend and not Victor, who almost certainly would lose interest in her if Scott was there. Scott agreed immediately to the idea of going on the trip. For a brief time the stress between them thawed and things were more or less back to normal. But then Anna got bad news. Victor would spend several days before her trip at headquarters and would fly with her to Phoenix. Now Scott and Victor would most certainly meet on the plane. Scott had threatened several times during their arguments to talk to Victor directly and Anna didn't relish the idea of an embarrassing confrontation. She couldn't let Victor think she had to run to her boyfriend to solve her problems. Victor and Anna saw each other at her office a few times but only in the company of other people. Victor was his usual self, maybe only a half smile or prolonged gaze revealing anything he thought about her. Their flight to Phoenix was very early and they planned the first customer meeting the afternoon of their arrival. Scott wasn't thrilled that Victor was going to be there but had agreed to keep quiet about it. They drove to the airport in silence. Victor met them at the gate. Scott didn't confront him. If anything he looked out of place and awkward. Victor and Anna were dressed up, ready for the meeting at the end of the flight, Anna in a pair of tight black pants and a blouse that just barely covered her stomach, Victor in his usual dark suit. Scott was in shorts and a T-shirt, still looking tired and irritable. He shook Victor's hand but offered nothing more than a muttered greeting. They boarded the flight and Anna fell asleep on Scott's shoulder, Victor a dozen rows behind. Several hours into the flight, Anna woke having to pee. Scott was still asleep next to her. She got up to use the bathroom and caught Victor's eye as she walked past. After using the toilet, she fixed her hair and makeup and smoothed her clothing. She paused and stared at herself in the mirror for a second or two and then opened the door - reveling Victor. She startled badly and looked urgently to the right and left to see if anyone was watching. Victor took this as affirmation and gently brushed her into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. The bathroom was extremely small and there was virtually no room for the two of them. Anna was jammed in between Victor and the sink and stumbled awkwardly until Victor turned her to face the wall. His chest was against her back and his crotched pressed into her rear. Anna's heart raced in fear but it was unclear to her how to get out of this. Any commotion would be noticed quickly but would look incredibly suspicious and Scott clearly wouldn't give her the benefit of the doubt, not this time. Something about that jealousy woke something inside of her - it was the excitement of being bad and getting away with something. Coupled with weeks worth of sexual frustration, it told her to be still and see what Victor would do. Victor's hands were on her waist but one went north and the other south. His left hand came up under her shirt to her bra and his right went under her belt to the top of her thong. Both were a gift from Scott, she had worn them as a surprise for him for later. Victor kissed her on the ear and the back of her neck and she squirmed slightly as his hands progressed. He was now cupping her breast under her lacy bra, her nipple hardening under his grasp. His other hand flicked across the moistening mound between her legs. She separated her thighs slightly and felt him rub her deeply through her underwear. He bit her lightly on the neck and she felt his finger slide past her thong and up inside her. She was quite wet and desire flared from between her legs into her stomach. With a single finger he rubbed her with increasing urgency inside and out. He was nearly lifting her off the ground by the crotch and she felt like she would pass out in ecstasy. When she finally came it was nearly overwhelming - she was forcefully rocking her hips back into his pelvis, feeling the hardness of his penis through their clothing. After she came she turned and forcefully kissed him on the lips, for the moment forgetting about the plane and her boyfriend twenty or so rows ahead of them. But then, as she tried to determine how to reciprocate, the flight attendant made the 'now approaching our destination' announcement and Victor turned to leave. Fortunately there was no one else waiting for the bathroom, but she waited a moment or two in case Scott was watching for her. He was still asleep, blissfully unaware that his high school sweetheart was just finger-fucked in the airplane bathroom. The rest of the flight was miserable for Anna. She felt guilty and despicable. But there was no denying the lingering warm feeling between her legs. As the plane taxied to the gate, she found herself with her hand in her lap, discreetly pressing against her pussy, trying to recapture the pleasure from the bathroom. The Hotel The three shared an extremely awkward (for Anna) ride to the hotel in the rental car. Scott rode in the back, as they were only going to drop him off and proceed to their meeting. His resentment at Anna and Victor riding in the front together was obvious. If only he knew, thought Anna. She said goodbye to Scott and they made plans to meet at the hotel at 7 for dinner. She got back in the car and Victor drove off. They didn't speak. Anna thought the silence was comfortable, at least she didn't feel obligated to say anything. She wondered, however, when Victor would want more than to pleasure her with his hands. Her answer came quickly. After driving a few miles he turned onto a side street then turned again back toward the hotel. Anna did not have to ask why. He drove into the parking deck and they got out together silently and headed to the lobby. Anna was terrified that Scott would still be there but it had been nearly half an hour, plenty of time for him to have checked-in in the middle of the day. Victor got his room key and for the second time guided Anna toward a hotel elevator. While Victor used the bathroom, Anna stared out his room window toward the pool. She knew Scott would be out there shortly; hopefully unaware of what was happening to his woman ten floors above. She knew she could end everything here, head out, back to the car or to Scott and her room. It would be the right thing to do. It might be the only way to save her relationship. Victor came out of the bathroom still dressed in his suit. We walked to her, took her glasses off, kissed her hard on the lips and she let his hands explore her hips and ass. Now it was too late. Victor took her shoes off, took her pants down, and took off her blouse. All the while his large warm hands explored her, lightly massaging and teasing her everywhere. He took her bra off and soon she was only wearing the lacy white thong, growing moist again between her legs. He unzipped his pants and took out his penis, guiding her hand to it and gently pushing her head downward. She got the hint and kneeled before him, taking his member into her mouth. He started to become firm against her tongue. She lightly nibbled and sucked. She had only done this a few times before with Scott and worried that she was doing it wrong. She wondered what Scott would think of her now - nearly naked in a thong, kneeling before a tall near-stranger still wearing his business suit, his dick in her mouth. Desire flared again between her legs, she found herself hoping that Victor wouldn't finish this way. She rubbed herself with her free hand. After only a few minutes, Victor guided her head away and helped her up off the floor. Hey lay her down on the bed and started to remove his suit. She was surprised at how built he was, everything on him was somehow larger than Scott. Again she felt small before him, like a teenager. Finally his large hands slid her thong off and they were naked together. He climbed onto the bed and she opened her legs for him. His penis was impossibly hard and he wore no condom. Anna had never let Scott skip protection, even for a minute in all the years they were together. But it seemed like it would spoil the mood to demand it now. Victor slid his hard bare cock deep into her in a soothing gentle thrust. She was tight for him but impossibly wet. It crossed her mind that this was only the second man to make love to her. He held it there for a moment while he kissed her, but it was too much for Anna. She rocked her hips impatiently and he pulled out almost all the way before thrusting again and again. Starting slow, then fast, then slow again, her first sharp orgasm was after only a few minutes. She gripped him sharply and let out an explosive sigh and then bit his shoulder to keep quiet. Victor grinded and pumped into her for a while. The sensation of his bare penis hard inside her pussy was better than she could have imagined. They shifted position several times and she came repeatedly, each time more satisfying than the last. Finally, with her on top, he grabbed her ass tightly and moved her up and down on his cock until she came one last time. He arched his back and came also and she felt his hot seed splash in side of her. He held her in that position until the last glow of her orgasm faded and then he turned and she fell next to him. They lay there together for several hours, she stretched out and slept better than she had in months. Finally she got up and got dressed, except for her thong, which Victor insisted on keeping. She met Scott at the pool, hoping he wouldn't notice the bruises and scratches, her flushed face, the absent underwear, or the smell of aftershave and cologne on her body. He was largely oblivious, or at least did not voice his suspicions. The Week In between and after their meetings, Anna let Victor fuck her several more times that week, once even in her own hotel room. The fear that Scott would come back early only heightened her excitement and desire. Later that night she could no longer justify avoiding Scott's advances and they had sex in the same bed. Anna even managed a small orgasm thinking of what kind of girl she must be to sleep with two men in the same day. She convinced Scott to keep the lights off so he wouldn't notice the hickey on the inside of her leg or the fingerprint bruises on her thighs. And as always he used a condom, hopefully assuming the extra wetness he felt in her was only her excitement. On the last day, after they had checked out of the hotel, Victor hiked up her skirt and took her from behind in the back seat of the rental car. He had parked in a quiet alleyway only a half hour before they were due to pick up Scott. He held her on his lap and as he thrust into her, his fingers massaged and rubbed her clitoris. Anna came repeatedly on him, arching her back and loudly panting in pleasure. She could feel Victor's sperm dripping out of her as they drove to pick up her boyfriend. The car smelled of sex and mingled perfume and cologne but it seemed her naïve boyfriend missed that hint as well. Earlier in the week Anna thought this ignorance was endearing a bit and she felt bad. But after the car ride to the airport, she concluded that Scott was too slow and clueless for her, and that she wouldn't be able to enjoy sex with such a novice again. On the flight home she fantasized only about Victor, and began planning her next trip to the southwest. The End