If This Couch Could Talk
written by:
Bobby_J

Paul was 32, an accountant, and had been with the firm for 8 years. Paul was happily married and had two children. Paul was still happily married about 3 years ago when the office hired Mia. Mia worked two jobs, one as a secretary in the office, and on the weekends she was a bartender at a couple hot places around town. Mia was 25, with long dark hair and dark eyes. She had pale skin and a few tattoos and piercings. Mia always wore makeup and had a pinup girl look to her, very curvy hips with bright pouty lips. She was everything Paul didn't have and yet desired. From the first time he met her he wanted her.

They quickly became work acquaintances. They would chat at work, and at a few happy hours, but nothing serious. In fact, Paul never really even flirted with Mia, nor she with him. Paul was married and everyone knew it. He never cheated, even when he had had chances. Mia was living with a guy and honestly was more focused on her jobs and bills than anything else. So that's how things were for a couple of years. They exchanged office pleasantries but no more than that.

Then things changed a bit. Mia had come in a little less cheery one morning and Paul asked her if she was ok. She told him she had split with her boyfriend and that they were in the process of moving out of the shared house. Mia told him that her boyfriend was just too immature and she was done. What seemed to be bothering her the most was the inconvenience of moving. What was hers? What was his? What about the things neither of them want? It was just stressful. Paul gave her his condolences and for the next week or so he was often her outlet to complain about the troubles she was having with the move. Her boyfriend had left town to move closer to home so she was left emptying out the last of the furniture from the house.

Paul was working in his office when he heard a small tap on the door, "Paul do you have a busy day today?" Paul turned to see Mia, standing with her arms crossed and with one hip sticking out a bit. It was accentuated by her form fitting ankle length skirt. The material was very thin. She had a jacket on over her top which hid her breasts from view. "No, not really, why what's up?" Paul replied. It was a slow day and he had planned on leaving early as it was. "I posted an ad on the internet for the couch at the old house and I got a response. They want to see it today. I was wondering if you would ride over with me, I don't want to meet some serial killer today by myself" she laughed easily as she spoke. Paul nodded his understanding "what, you don't trust everyone on the internet?" They both laughed. "I should be free this afternoon. Just let me know when you want to leave." Mia thanked him and smiled as she left his office.

Paul turned and looked at his computer. He had been sending his wife an email. Should he include this change in afternoon plans? Why not, he wasn't doing anything wrong. But he caught himself. His wife had been accusing him of cheating for years, and for no reason other than her own insecurities. The fact was he hadn't even had any thoughts of unfaithfulness until he considered what his wife would say if he told her he was simply going over to make sure this wasn't a creep meeting Mia. She would throw accusations at him and blow it out of proportion and generally ruin his life. He finished the email and sent it. No mention of the couch was made.

That afternoon his phone rang and Mia came over the speaker, "Are you ready to go?" Paul told her he was and that he would meet her by the door. The truth was, since Paul had had the internal discussion with himself and sent the email without the information regarding Mia, he had done nothing but think about Mia. Her hair, her eyes, her lips. Her ass as it swayed around the office. He was regretting not telling his wife already. By not telling her, he had inadvertently opened up the many sordid possibilities in his mind. When a man's mind wanders into such fantasies it can really wander. The fact was, Mia had never even indicated the slightest interest in Paul in any flirtatious way. Paul began to rationalize with himself. "Be sensible" he told himself. But despite his efforts, the growing fantasy and desire for Mia would not leave him. He could feel it having a physical effect on him as he got into her car. His jeans were tight against his crotch and as blood flowed into his member it became more uncomfortable. Mia engaged Paul in small talk as they drove. It would normally have helped take his mind off his arousal, but today was different. They had never been alone before.

He glanced down and noticed her smooth leg was now visible as the slit in her skirt and opened. He stared at her milky thigh for too long. Mia sensed the stare, as all women seem to be able to do, and reached down and covered herself as she drove with her other hand. The continued to talk as she drove. Paul could hardly concentrate on the conversation and had resorted to affirmative grunts of understanding and agreement. Mia was happy to fill the silence.

Mia was feeling warm and her jacket seemed to be too heavy. She reached down and adjusted the temp in the car. She saw Paul glancing at her leg. Mia hoped he didn't get the wrong idea when she asked him to help her. She liked Paul and trusted him. He was safe and she had always let her guard down around him. She thought about his wife, whom she had met. They are perfect together, so happy. Paul would never do anything. She realized as she said that in her head that she had stopped talking and there was silence as she pulled onto her old street. As she parked and stepped up out of the car she was surprised to find that she had thought "he wouldn't do anything" but what troubled her is that she didn't k, "I wouldn't do anything". She grabbed her purse and went into the house. As Paul walked behind her she thought for the first time ever, "is he staring at my ass as we walk up the stairs to the door?" The thought that he was caused her cheeks to flush and she saw them warm and colored in the reflection of the window on the door as she let them in the house.

The house was empty, as Paul had expected, but for a single couch. It was a sleek contemporary couch, black leather. It had a few pillows and looked gently used. Mia pulled out her phone, "I'm going to text the guy and see if he is close."

Paul nodded and walked to the window. He was now having more success putting the thoughts of desire out of his mind. She was clearly not interested in him which made this whole situation far easier for him to manage. He paced about as she typed on her phone. She came over to the window and sighed, "no response, I hope this asshole doesn't blow me off."

Paul looked at his phone, "we have time, and perhaps he's running late." Mia thanked him again for his willingness to help. Paul assured her it was no big deal. "Is the couch comfortable?" Now Paul was making small talk. He walked over and sat down on one end of the couch. It was fine, not overly comfortable but not uncomfortable. Mia sat down on the other end and sort of curled her legs under herself as she had probably done a thousand times before. This caused slit in her skirt to again reveal her leg up to the thigh. She didn't seem to notice and absently placed her hand on her thigh. Her nails were painted a dark red and they popped against the paleness of her skin. Mia was talking about the couch and saw that Paul was shamelessly staring at her legs. This was the second time. She considered moving and covering up but then she stopped herself. She liked it. She was enjoying this man looking at her, wanting her. A man who was completely off limits socially. Was she the first women since his wife that he had so openly desired? She felt her body tingle.

She absently played with her phone checking for word from the mystery shopper. Paul stood and walked back to the window as if looking to see if the internet stranger was pulling up. He wasn't. Mia was shaking her head "I'm afraid I may have dragged you over here for nothing." Paul went into auto pilot. He didn't even think before he spoke. He felt the words as they left his lips. "Well I really hate to waste all this time." He sat down on the couch again. "I imagine this couch has seen some action." Paul grinned at Mia and she smiled knowingly. Mia knew what was going to happen. The scary thing was that she couldn't stop it now if she wanted to, and she didn't want to. "Yes, it could tell some stories."

Her hand had slid from her leg down onto the couch. Paul looked at her hand then back to her as he slid his own hand across the seat to cover her hand with his. Paul's heart was in his throat and he could hear the blood pound in his ears. Mia just stared back at him. They both had a silly smirk on their faces. Mia broke the silence, "What are you doing?" Paul shook his head a little, "I have no idea, but I' know I shouldn't be doing it."

Paul squeezed down on her hand and Mia lunged from her seat onto her knees next to him. Their faces instinctively tilted and their mouths met. She was higher than him as she was on her knees and he was on his bottom. His hands had released her hand and found there way to her hips. As their tongues roughly explored each other's mouths Mia ran her hands around the back of his head and pressed her body into his side. His hair was thick in between her fingers as she greedily kissed him deeply. Paul's hands had stayed firmly planted on her hips until she pressed into him more when they slid around to the backside of her skirt. Her warm buttocks filled each of his palms and he naturally began to massage and squeeze them. She released a gasp of pleasure as there lips separated and Paul kissed down her throat. Mia threw her head back and stared at the ceiling, her vision seemed blurry as Paul kissed down her neck to her chest.

She placed her hands on his chest and pulled back, they were both breathing heavy and Paul removed his hands from her in a sign of surrender. Paul spoke first, "I'm sorry..." the silence seemed endless. Mia was staring hard at Paul and breathing deeply, she could feel his heart pounding through his shirt. She broke the silence, "I know, I'm sorry too, this was not my plan." Paul nodded, "I know, it wasn't my plan either. But...I want you." Mia's cheeks flushed, she softly whispered "what?" Paul cleared his throat hard and looked away nervously. It was as if he just now came to his senses and fully understood the situation he was in and was now considering his options for the first time. "I said...I want you." Paul locked eyes with Mia as she tried to look away. He placed his hands on her thighs. "I want you, I think I've always wanted you and...you want me too." Mia tried to speak and hesitated. He was right. She did want him. How did this happen? Paul moved his hands up to her face and guided her toward him. She didn't resist, but closed her eyes. She closed her eyes before their faces became close enough to kiss. Paul looked at her for a moment, her eyes closed and her soft mouth open and expectant, Paul closed his eyes and let himself go. This kiss was not rough, not forced or out of control. They had both accepted the passion and had internally decided that they were going to make love. It was never spoken, but it was felt. Mia melted into him and he cradled her as they softly kissed.

She had slowly allowed her self to lower to his lap while turning so her face remained connected to his. Paul raised his right thigh to accommodate her head and continued soft deep probes with his tongue into her mouth. His left hand came to rest on her stomach. He could feel her, warm and soft, through the fabric of her thin shirt. Her Jacket had come open and revealed her breasts stretching at the thin cotton material as her chest heaved. Paul softly traced a line from her belly button up between her cleavage and flattened his palm against her skin above each breast.

Mia felt his hand and let her hands fall to her side giving him full permission and access to anything he wanted. She could feel the stiffness in his pants against her back. Her legs were shoulder width apart and she flattened her feet to the couch cushion and drew her knees to a slight bend.

Paul sat up and looked down at Mia. From her eyes to her mouth, from her neck to her breasts, from her tummy to her knees which were revealed now from the slit in her skirt. He lowered his right leg and placed both of his hands on her breasts. He pressed the flesh with his fingers and felt them respond. Her nipples were easily found through the cotton of her shirt. Hard and pointy, he grabbed each with a small pinch and tugged at them gently. Mia closed her eyes and shifted her pelvis. Paul let his left hand stray to her stomach and continued his tease of her nipple through her shirt with his right hand.

He slipped his left hand down her stomach past the waist of her skirt to her bare knee. He felt her legs shake and part slightly further apart. With this cue Paul slid his hand up her thigh under her skirt to her pantie covered pussy. It was warm and soft to the touch and Paul gently rubbed it with his hand. Mia arched her back and bucked her hips up toward his touch. His right hand had slid under the top of her shirt and with little effort popped her right breast out from its covering. Her nipple was hot and he pressed it with his hand, rolling her nipple between his fingers.

Mia shuttered "Paul, I want you now." Mia quickly got up from her position, leaving Paul's hands with a horrible empty feeling. Her jacket slid to the floor and she reached down and pulled her shirt over her head. With one hand she reached behind her back and released her bra which fell deftly to the ground at her feet. Her breasts hung perfectly, pure white with soft hard tips, longing to be sucked. He tummy was soft and pale with a small indentation down to the belly button.

"Come here" Mia motioned to Paul to stand and he did. She unbuttoned his shirt and then unbuckled his pants. They were kissing again and exploring each other with there hands. Her hands had released his hardened flesh and was delicately stroking it into a fevered state. She loved how hard he felt in her hand. Paul had slid his hand down the front of Mia's skirt and panties and was slowly dipping his finger into her. She had soft hair on her womanhood and it was slicked with her wetness as he slowly teased her clit. She whimpered into his mouth.

She leaned into him and fell back onto the couch, his pants and boxers bunched around his ankles, his shirt undone but still clinging to him. Mia reached up and pulled her panties down and kicked them off. She had her skirt up around her waist and Paul stared at her pussy. It was barely there. Her pale tummy disappeared into her soft v which was covered by the smallest patch of thin dark hair. He could barely make out her lips. Mia moved forward and straddled Paul on the couch. She rested on his upper thighs and they kissed again. Paul felt her hand again on his cock. Her touch was firm yet gentle. He could feel his balls firm with anticipation. He was playing with her tits and squeezing them.

Mia slowly shifted herself toward hi and Paul felt her hand bring his member to the lips of her opening. She sat her self down on him only to hold him in place, but without going down further. She brought her hands to Paul's shoulders and rocked her hips a little. This caused her opening to wet the tip of his cock even more. Paul's hands slid to her ass and he bucked his hips up. Mia laughed in her throat. She slid her hands from his shoulders behind his neck and leaned in so she was cheek to cheek with him. She whispered in his ear, "I'm ready." Paul firmly grabbed her bottom and forced her down roughly onto his prick. His hard length sunk all the way in and they both let out gasps of pleasure.

She arched her back and his hands made there way from her ass to her back and he supported her there as she began to rock and adjust to his size. This put her breasts right in his face and he began covering them with kisses, licks and gentle sucks as she let out small whimpers. Her nipple found its way into his mouth and his nibbled and sucked on it. Her hair fell into his face and he was lost in her smell, her taste, and the warmth of her core. Mia had found a great place where the upper top of his rick hard shaft would glide against her clit as the tip of his cock would just reach its deepest point inside her. She held it there and started to quickly jerk her hips.

The increased stimulation sent Mia into a hard orgasm. Paul felt her thighs shake as she gave a high pitch cry, "I'm cumming, oh shit I'm cumming, ugh, oh fuck Paul" She continued like this, for several moments. Hearing Mia use such language sent Paul to his climax as well. His mouth left her breast and with a raspy voice he alerted her, "I'm going to cum," Mia continued to ride him. He expected her to pull off, but now was not the time for the questions about birth control. She wanted his seed in her and he was not going to stop fucking her. Her balls tightened and she could feel his hands grabbing at her ass as if trying to get more, then clenched hard over and over as he hammered into her soft opening. Her hair was in her face and she had lost sight of her lover. She brushed her hair back and saw Paul's face begin to contort with his eyes clinched. She grabbed his face and spoke, "Cum in me Paul, cum inside me." When Paul's eyes shot open he saw Mia with a wicked smile on her face.

Her face softened into contentment as he shot wave after wave of hot seed into her belly. She slowed her rocking and enjoyed the feeling of his searing hot load spread through her groin. His sweaty forehead resting on her heaving breasts. She felt Paul jerk uncontrollably as his body slowly came down from its high. His cum was dripping out of her onto his softening manhood and testicles. He grabbed her face and kissed her hard and deep as they both slowly came down from the intense pleasure they had experienced. She pulled back and they smiled at each other. It was awkward and they both knew it. Paul immediately felt the guilt set in. Mia stood up and gathered her clothing and went to the bathroom.

Paul got himself dressed and went to the kitchen. He was so confused and angry with himself. What now? How do we move on now?

In the bathroom Mia cleaned up and got dressed. She looked in the mirror to check her hair and looked at herself. She felt guilt abut the face in the mirror didn't from or scowl. It smiled and looked content. She ran her hand down her stomach and still felt Paul inside her. She bit her lip. What the fuck was I thinking? She shook her head and left the bathroom.

Mia checked her phone, "that asshole never did text me." Paul thought this was awkward but then realized maybe this is how it would be handled. We will pretend it never happened. Paul thought, "Can I do that?" He looked at Mia who was avoiding his eyes by looking at her phone. "Well we should leave, I'm sorry I drug you over here." Paul grabbed her arm as she walked toward the front door. "I'm not sorry Mia. I should be, what I have done is unforgiveable and disrespectful to my wife. You know my wife, she is wonderful. I should be suicidal with guilt...but I'm not" Paul let go of Mia's arm and she turned to him "I don't know what I am feeling Paul, I really don't. I am sorry it happened...but I don't regret it. Does that even make sense?"

Paul smiled, "No. Nothing we did makes sense, but it felt too good for me to care. So what now?" Mia shrugged her shoulders, "I guess I should try to find someone else to buy that damn couch."