Paul & Jane Part 2

Paul knew he was taking a risk. Here he was, taking the elevator to his office with his firm’s hot legal intern after business hours. He knew it was innocent - he was helping her fax a paper to her professor just before the deadline - but even he almost felt like he was doing something illicit! Truthfully, the only reason that bothered him is because he kept thinking about something illicit.

Tracy, the intern, was quiet. Paul thought she was worried about getting her paper in on time and tried to smile reassuringly. When he couldn’t help himself, his eyes wandered. He could see the outline of her bra under her professional button-down, she had a lean feline form that he could appreciate, and her chest was still attractively heaving after their run to beat the clock.

They’d been sharing drinks at a bar when she remembered the assignment. That "date" had made him nervous enough as is, but he hadn’t been able to resist getting that much attention from such an attractive young woman. She loved his stories about the trouble he’d gotten into during university, especially since she’d never been so daring.

The real problem was, Paul wasn’t getting that attention elsewhere. For the last couple weeks, his wife Jane had consistently been too tired for sex. Not that the sex had been all that great when he was getting it. He’d had to work to get it up, knowing that she expected it, and even when he got caught up in the act he couldn’t feel the passion any more. He missed it.

Ding! Paul had almost forgotten where he was. "C’mon," Tracy cried as she started toward the copy room, but he grabbed her by the paw and ran for his office. He could hear her small paws padding lightly on the carpet, a contrast to his heavy bear paws. Paul reached his office door, unlocked it and threw himself in to turn on the fax.

"There," he said, breathing heavily. "Now send that sucker!" Smiling gratefully, Tracy pulled the pages from her satchel and started feeding them into the machine. Paul leaned against the desk while she sent the paper. It took her two minutes to finish, at which point Paul gestured her into his plush desk chair and jubilantly showed her the digital clock there: 2:57. Tracy had beaten her deadline by three minutes. She laughed and closed her eyes, relaxing for the first time since the realization, and Paul smiled as he looked at her.

Her short, dark, and subtly curly hair tumbled around her ears to frame a very sweet face, now almost angelic in its repose. Her tawny fur, which looked so soft, disappeared alluringly behind the professional shirt that contained her breasts. And, in her relaxed slump in the chair, Tracy’s legs were spread wide and tantalizing.