She smiled as she looked up and caught me looking down her blouse."Fred, why don't you sit here by me so we can discuss this without a coffee table be...tween us."I got up and sat down beside her. She leaned into me and said, "Isn't that much better." It was. I took in her smell. She had that smell that a woman gets. I smelled perfume but I also smelled warmth, comfort, and something else. I could feel her leg and arm on my side and I was intoxicated with her nearness and what I hoped was about to. Before I could answer, he stood behind me while I was still sitting at my desk.Then he started to massage my shoulders and neck. It really felt good. I started to relax a bit, but then I felt him caress my arms…I started to enjoy it; especially since I had been attracted to that young black guy since he started to work there six months before. He was in his early thirties; he was tall and solid built. I estimated he would be also very well hung. A very well hung black man…I knew I had to get. And, as crass as this is going to sound, were that the situation, I'd be so eager to have you up inside me - pumping away to beat the band! - that I'd be doing everything in my power to entice you. Let tell you, Doc. When I get hit with a bad case of the man-happy-fuckimes, it's Katie-bar-the-door-time. I mean, I become one nymphed-out, horny-assed seductress if ever there was one. And, it only gets worse when I'm in the presence of a predisposed male. Rest assured, Doc. If it wasn't for the. I got up from the couch, all the pain forgotten. I went down the hall to Grandma's door. I was about to knock, when I heard her. Grandma was moaning and whimpering, but I could tell that it wasn't from any pain. I know my mouth dropped open and my jaw must have hit the floor. Grandma was in her room getting off! I could hear her moans as plain as day! I could also hear her calling out my name! I was excited! Embarrassed! Shocked! Stunned! Ashamed! And so many other emotions that I won't bore.