TITLE: CINDERFELLA AUTHOR: DONNILEE E-MAIL: DONNILEE@SNET.NET RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: SK/O SPOILERS: NONE. SUMMARY: Kim changes Walter's mind about the benefits of attending black tie events. DISCLAIMER: All characters from the show, The X-Files, are the property of Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions and Fox Broadcasting. I only wish I could make money doing this! I'm poor as a rock, don't sue. THANKS: To my beta readers (two this time)! To Sdani, who helps with grammar and my 'comma happiness'! And to FatCat for her suggestions and thoughts on how to make the story better. Thanks girls. I'd look like a moron without you! XXXXXXXXXX FBI HEADQUARTERS HOOVER BUILDING - THIRD FLOOR A.D. SKINNER'S OFFICE WASHINGTON, D.C. FRIDAY - 3:00 PM Walter Skinner only half-listened to the caller on the other end of the phone. Director Mullens was droning on about cutting costs and being more selective with case assignments. Blah, blah, blah. He'd heard it all before. If they cut costs any more, there would be no FBI for Christ's sake! However, the Director grabbed his attention when he said, "A.D. Skinner, I hope we'll be seeing you tomorrow night." "Excuse me?" he said, sitting up straighter in his chair. The Director chuckled. "The FBI Annual Gala Ball. Lots of politicians who are interesting in furthering the interests of the Bureau will be there." He paused dramatically. Politics. He fucking hated politics. "Are you saying my attendance is mandatory? I wasn't planning on attending this year. I have a backlog of paperwork and thought the quiet in the offices tomorrow night would be a good time to get caught up." 'There,' he thought. Saying he would be working would calm him down. He was always complaining about the backlog of paperwork with all the A.D.s. The Director sighed. "I can't force you to go, Walter." Uh oh, he called him Walter. This was serious. "However, I AM telling you that it would be very beneficial to your standing with the Bureau if you were to attend and press a little flesh on behalf of the Bureau." Walter sighed. What the Director was saying was that it would be harder for him to get what he wanted in the future if he didn't play the game. Currently, the Accounting department that handled the budgets, was stonewalling him on some equipment he wanted to procure for Mulder and Scully. Was he saying this was a trade? He felt a flash of anger that the Director would play these games with him. "Are you saying I won't have my Acquisition Request approved if I don't go?" he asked, unable to curb his anger. The Director was silent for a moment. "Well, not necessarily. I'm just saying I hope to see you there." He paused. "I know you hate black tie events, Walter. Hell, we all do, but sometimes we have to do things we don't want to do." Bastard. Talking to him like he was a five year old. That was exactly what he was saying and Walter knew it. He sighed again. The things he did for Mulder and Scully. "I'll be there," he said shortly. "Excellent!" he boomed, his entire tone of voice changing to jovial. "Cocktails at 6:00 PM, dinner at 8:00 PM. Oh, and bring a date." "Kind of short notice at this point, don't you think?" "I'm sure Sharon will forgive you," he said glibly. Walter sucked in a breath of rage at the man's ignorance. "We divorced over a year ago, sir," he nearly spit out. "Oh dear, dreadfully sorry old man. Didn't know about that. Well then, I'm sure you can find someone to ask. Looks better than going solo. See you there!" He hung up without another word. "Damn," he said out loud to the empty office. He mumbled, "Yeah, I have all kinds of women falling at my feet who I can ask to go to the FBI Ball. Shit." "What was that, Sir?" Kim asked as she bumped the door open with her hip. Her hands were full of files, nearly stacked to her chin. Skinner jumped out of seat and met her halfway. Taking most of the stack from her, he walked back to his desk. She smiled up at him sweetly. "Thanks. They were heavy." "What is all this?" he nearly groaned. "Don't panic. Most of them just have the final reports on top for you to sign off on, then I can enter them into the computer. But it's easier for me if I attach them to the front of the files and keep them all together, rather than trying to match everything up later," she explained. "Oh, all right. I'll dig into this and see what I can accomplish before quitting time." "None of them are urgent," she replied. She shifted from foot to foot. "What is it, Kim?" "What were you upset about when I walked in? I didn't mean to intrude. The door was open a crack and I thought that meant it was okay to walk in." "It is, Kim. I'll shut the door and let you know if I don't want to be disturbed. Don't I always?" He smiled down at her, not for the first time, thinking how pretty she was. Of course, she was about 15 years his junior. "Yeah. You seemed upset. Are you all right?" He sighed. "The Director is forcing me to go to the FBI Gala Ball tomorrow night and I really don't want to go." "Why not?" "I hate formal events to be honest. It's a lot of brown nosing with the politicians, and I'm really not in the mood." "Are you ever?" she asked with a quirk to one side of her mouth. She was clearly amused. "No," he said sullenly. She threw her head back slightly and laughed out loud then. Her eyes were closed briefly and her milky white neck was on display. "Oh, don't pout," she teased. He swallowed a gasp as he realized she was even prettier when she laughed. When she opened her eyes and he saw them twinkling with amusement, he couldn't help smiling back. Then he felt a twitch in his groin and felt heat diffusing his neck. He hoped it didn't rise onto his face. She went suddenly still when she saw his warm, brown eyes caressing her face. Her mirth faded and she was suddenly uncomfortable. She cleared her throat. "Well, I should be getting back to work. Still two hours to go," she said in an exaggerated, happy voice. She turned to leave. "Kim," he said softly, his low voice stopping her in her tracks. "Yes?" she said, just as quietly. "The Director implied that I shouldn't go alone, that it looks better if I have a date." She swallowed. "Are you soliciting my advice on who to ask?" "No. I'm wondering if you would be interested in going with me. Would you?" he asked. He saw the shock register on her face and instantly wondered what the hell he was doing. He was asking his Administrative Assistant out on what could be construed as a date. Speaking of politics, that could be political suicide. He found himself holding his breath while he waited for her answer. Was she seeing anyone? He didn't even know. He realized that he actually knew very little about her personal life. He could be making a complete ass of himself. He knew she wasn't married, but she could be living with someone for all he knew. She finally flashed him a nervous smile and said, "I'd love to go, Sir. I've never been to one of the FBI Gala Balls." "You haven't?" he asked. "No. I've always wanted to go." "Why?" "Because then I wouldn't have to endure hearing about everyone else's good time on the Monday morning after every year," she said softly. She shrugged and then tried to make a joke. "I don't get out much." He smiled and stepped into her personal space. His hand landed softly on her shoulder. "Pick you up at 6:00 o'clock?" "Yeah," she said in a breathy voice. She cleared her throat again and spoke normally. "That would be great." "It's formal, Kim." "I know. I do have a few tricks in my closet, even if they don't see the light of day very often." He shook his head and dropped his hand, wondering at his clumsiness. He never used to be so clumsy with women. Then again, it'd been over 18 years since he dated. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply that you wouldn't dress properly." She smiled. "I know. You know where I live?" He shook his head. "No, I don't. I mean, I know the address from your paperwork, but I've never been in that area." "I'll give you directions from your place before I leave." "You know where I live?" he asked. She took in his astonished gaze and smiled again. "Of course I do. I know all kinds of things about you. I'm your Administrative Assistant." She winked saucily at him and exited, closing the door behind her. Whoosh. He felt the air leave his lungs. Damn, she had to remind him. She was his employee. Jesus, what was he doing? How old was she anyway? He was nearly 50. He sat back down and started pulling files off the top of the stack, skimming reports and signing his name. He was having a hard time concentrating. He caught himself daydreaming about what she would wear. Jesus, he could be a pig, even after all this time. Damn it, though. It'd been a long time since he'd had a date, a long time since he'd felt the excitement of being with a woman. He and Sharon had been roommates for the last few years of his marriage. He couldn't even remember the last time they'd had sex before the divorce, so it must have been quite a while. She was gone now anyway. He was pissed that the Director hadn't even known. Then again, why should he give a shit? He realized he was being a hypocrite. Here he was mentally criticizing his boss for being a heartless, clueless bastard, and he was no better. Did he know where Kim lived? No. Did he know if she had a boyfriend? No. He'd lucked out. She wouldn't have accepted his invitation if she did have a significant other, would she? That was just it. He didn't know. He vowed to make more of an effort to talk to Kim and not be so clueless. Hell, she could have a major crises going on in her life and he wouldn't have a clue. Had she been married before? Did she have any children? Jesus, he didn't even know that. Ms. Cook was an enigma, almost as complicated as Agent Scully. He sighed and tried to concentrate on his work. It was a rough going, but finally it was 5:00 PM. He put his jacket on and retrieved his trench coat. He exited his office to find Kim doing the same thing, preparing to leave. On impulse, he took her coat from her and held it up. Her lips twitched in amusement at him but turned her back and slid her arms into it. "Thank you, Sir." "You're welcome." They looked at each other, awkward again, and he motioned toward the door. "After you," he said finally. She nodded and exited the door. He followed her and entered the elevator. They rode in silence to the basement parking garage. When they stepped off, she stopped and said, "Sir?" "Yeah, Kim?" "I'm really looking forward to this. Um, thanks for inviting me." He smiled. "My pleasure." She held out a paper with the directions. "Oh, I almost forgot the directions." She nodded again. "Well, thanks. I'll see you tomorrow night then." XXXXXXXXXX WALTER SKINNER'S APARTMENT COLUMBIA HEIGHTS APARTMENTS 815 S GREENBRIER STREET ARLINGTON, VA 22204 SATURDAY - 5:30 PM He spent most of the day Saturday anticipating the evening. He shook his head at himself, amused at his nervousness. He had nothing to be nervous about. He owned a tux. It hadn't been used in several years, but he had it. He dug it out of the closet and found it pressed and in a garment bag from the last time he'd had it dry cleaned. He was pleased to find out it still fit. He hadn't gained any weight in the last few years. He still worked out three times a week. He combed what little hair he had left and looked at himself in the mirror one last time before heaving a big sigh and making his way to the door. "Here we go, Walter," he said to himself. XXXXXXXXXX KIM COOK'S APARTMENT ALBAN TOWERS 3700 MASSACHUSETTS AVENUE, NW WASHINGTON, DC 20016 Kim Cook jumped as she heard the knock on the door, looking at her watch. Six o'clock on the nose. That was her boss, prompt as usual. She'd been nervous all day, showered twice and changed her clothes no less than five times. She'd finally decided she was driving herself crazy. She told herself over and over again that he'd only asked her because she'd said she'd always wanted to go. And he needed a date. No, not a date, an escort. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that had warmed her since she'd seen the look in his eyes yesterday as he'd gazed at her when she laughed. She could almost fool herself into thinking she'd seen desire there. No, that way lay madness, she told herself. Best to assume the worst. Oh, she couldn't help but hope for the best. She was jolted out of her reverie by a second knock. She hurried to the door and took a deep breath, swinging it open and gasping at the sight before her. He was magnificent in full coat and tails. Dear God, she hadn't thought his shoulders could look any wider. They did though, filling out that tux jacket with shoulders the size of bear. Her eyes flickered over his massive chest down to the cummerbund, hugging his trim waist. The pleated pants were tailored and beautiful with a silky black satin stripe down the side. She trailed her eyes up again until they reached his face. The look she found there made her take a step back involuntarily. He stepped into her, crossing the threshold and the door swung closed behind him, clicking into the jamb. Raw would be one word for the look on his face. His sedate wire rims did nothing to hide the blazing desire in his eyes. They were soft brown, but turning black as his eyes skittered over her from head to toe, lingering on her breasts and again on her face. She flushed deeply, realizing she hadn't mistaken the look on his face earlier. Desire. That was the only word that came to mind. His voice was deep and raspy when he finally spoke. "Jesus, Kim. You look absolutely stunning." She smiled nervously. "Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself, Sir." "Walter." "What?" "Call me Walter. Drop the 'Sir' for tonight. We're not in the office." "Oh, O.K.," she breathed out. "Walter," she said slowly, trying it out. He smiled. "Do you have a shawl or coat?" he asked. "Yes," she answered, stepping by him and reaching for the coat rack near the door. She drew down the blue shawl that matched her dress and he took it from her, draping it over her shoulders. His fingers skimmed over her bare shoulders as he did so and she shivered, unable to suppress the warm tingle that raced through her torso at his touch. "Shall we?" he asked, holding out his arm. She tucked her hand over his forearm in silent agreement and he led her out the door. As they drove to the hotel, the silence was thick in the car. Finally, Kim said, "Why am I so nervous?" He glanced at her, smiled and turned back to watch the road. "I don't know. I won't bite, you know?" "Ahh, but will the other guests?" "They might," he teased. She laughed again as he stopped at a light. He turned to her and said, "I'm going to be the envy of every man there, Kim." Her gaze locked with his and she blushed. "I doubt that, Sir." "Walter, remember?" He paused. "We're certainly going to cause a stir, no doubt." "Why, because I'm your Administrative Assistant?" "No, because everyone is going to be speculating why a young beauty like you is there with an old, bald man like me," he answered facetiously. "Ummm, because you asked?" she teased back, feeling the tension drain way. "Lucky me," he muttered. XXXXXXXXXX GRAND HYATT 1000 H STREET NW WASHINGTON, D.C. 20001 Jesus, his heart was still pounding, even after the fifteen minute car ride. She was a vision in a foam blue dress that hugged her curves and made her eyes stand out like two blue diamonds. Her hair was swept up in a Gibson, with tendrils falling around her face. The dress was snug but not tight and shimmered in the light when she moved. It was strapless and left an ocean of bare skin across her neck and shoulders. It left no small amount of cleavage either, that he ached to touch. It fell to her waist fitting snugly but not tightly and then the small skirt flared and flowed around her slender legs, ending just above her knees. She was wearing matching blue leather pumps with a simple one inch heel. She was only five foot, two inches tall to begin with, and he towered over her at six feet, two inches tall. With the shoes on, he was still 11 inches taller, her head reaching just to his chin. He felt like a big oaf, and wondered if he looked like one standing next to her dainty frame. Several heads swiveled as they entered the ballroom and made their way to the bar. He ordered himself a scotch on the rocks and a wine spritzer for her. He hoped the scotch would calm his nerves. He spotted the Director and raised his glass in the air to him. Best to make sure the man knew he was there. Unfortunately, he made a bee-line straight for them, and smiled widely as he spotted Kim. "Well, hello there, Walter." He stuck out his hand and Skinner shook it. "Sir," he greeted him. The Director nodded to him, not taking his eyes off Kim's cleavage. "And who is this pretty, little thing?" he asked. Skinner nearly groaned inwardly. How could the man be so insulting? He glanced at Kim to find her smirking at the Director. She stuck out her hand. "Kim Cook, Sir." The older man took her hand and bent over it, kissing it lightly. Skinner had the sudden urge to smash his fist into his face. He clenched his fist instead and cleared his throat to break the stare that was holding the Director mezmerized as he blatantly focused on her breasts. The Director looked at him and smirked, recognizing the posture and clenching fist. He dropped Kim's hand. "Not to worry, old boy," he said. Boy? What the fuck? "Kim, this is Director Mullen." She knew that, but played along. The man obviously didn't know she was his Administrative Assistant and he didn't feel a need to enlighten him. Let him be jealous. "Nice to meet you, Sir," she said politely. Skinner asked pointedly, "How's Alice tonight?" Referring to his wife only made the Director smile wider. He knew what Skinner was doing. "My wife is fine, Walter. I believe she's over there chatting poor Senator Matheson's ear off." Skinner glanced in the direction that the Director waved his hand and saw Matheson smiling down at the dour woman that was the Director's wife. She had snow white hair up in a chignon, and was wearing a tight fitting dress that belonged on a woman half her age. Her makeup was heavily applied and did little to disguise her years and her dissatisfaction. He felt sorry for her, knowing life with this asshole would be enough to turn any woman into a shrew. "Well, I think we'll circulate. Good to see you, Sir." Skinner took Kim's arm to lead her away. "Very well," the Director agreed. As they walked away, they heard him mumble, "The old dog." Skinner rolled his eyes at Kim as she smiled up at him, clearly amused. "Guess he doesn't know who I am, huh?" "Don't take it personally, Kim. The man didn't even know I was divorced." She looked surprised and said. "That's awful. However, I don't mind that he didn't know who I was. I didn't really expect him to. I'm just the clerical help, after all." He stopped her with a gentle tug on her arm as they made their way across the room toward an empty table. He looked down at her. "You're not just the clerical help, Kim." She looked up at him. "I know I don't play with the big boys," she replied, shrugging those gorgeous shoulders again. "Sure you do. You play with me, and I'm a big boy," he blurted out. Walter grinned but wondered where the hell that had come from. She laughed, clearly surprised by his sense of humor and teasing. Her normally dour boss was relaxing and showing a side of himself she'd never seen before. Without thinking, she shot back, "You're a big boy, huh? Guess I'll have to take your word for it." He nearly choked on the sip of his scotch he'd just imbibed, but swallowed quickly and coughed, feeling his groin tingle again. "Shit," he muttered. Kim leaned in close and he could smell her fresh citrus scent. He leaned down closer as she whispered conspiratorially, "I think these formal gatherings agree with you, Walter." "Why is that?" he asked. She grinned. "I'm finding out you have a sense of humor." His lips quirked up at the corners. "I'll have to watch that. Wouldn't want to ruin my image as a total hard-ass." She replied, "Too late. I already know you're cream puff." "Cream puff?" he exclaimed, putting his hand to his chest in mock horror. "Yup, total cream puff," she said, chuckling as she moved away in a cloud of citrus scent and he followed her wake. They sat down and conversed easily with the two other couples at their table as the meal was served. After dinner they mingled and shook hands. Kim poured on the charm and he marveled at her ability to compliment every person they ran across, no matter how crass or unappealing. The band started playing a slow waltz and Skinner turned to her. "Dance with me?" She smiled and nodded, slipping her hand into his. He felt her shiver and watched goosebumps rise up on her arms. "Cold?" he asked. She shook her head, but offered no other explanation. He escorted her onto the dance floor, and they drifted closer. He noticed that his hand completely engulfed hers where he held it against his chest. Her other hand rested lightly on his bicep. She wiggled her fingers and he loosened his grip, thinking he was squeezing too tightly and she needed to flex her hand. Instead, she flattened it on his chest. Her other arm slid slowly up his arm and across his shoulder, finally ending up cupping the back of his neck. He sucked in a deep breath, and felt her step into him, pressing her warm, little body against his. He moaned softly before he could stop it and her head snapped up as though she'd just realized what she was doing. She made to pull away, but he tightened his arm against her waist and pulled her firmly into his torso. She tentatively laid her head sideways on his breastbone but then looked up at him. Walter felt the beginning of an erection, as his pelvis brushed lightly against her stomach. He eased his hips back and felt her hand leave his chest and circle to his lower back under his suit coat. She pulled him closer and he couldn't help resting his pelvis against her. He gasped slightly and met her blue gaze. He could drown in those eyes. Jesus, was she as attracted to him as he was to her? He could swear she was deliberately torturing him, pressing her hips into his and tickling the back of his neck with her nails. He leaned down to whisper into her ear. "What are you doing, Kim?" "I don't have any idea," she replied but pushed closer still, her breath hot on his neck. He chuckled. "Do you know what you're doing to me?" he whispered into her ear in a rough voice, knowing she had to feel the evidence of his arousal pressing into her stomach. He wasn't fully erect, but he was going to be if she kept this up. "Yes," she whispered back. "I can feel what I'm doing to you." He snorted and said, "Be careful, Ms. Cook. I'm not as civilized as I appear in the office every day." "Umm, that is scary, since you don't appear all that civilized to me anyway." "Not even in the office?" he asked, playing along with her teasing. "Nope. You've always struck me as a bit of a cave man." "Oh really? And why is that?" "Don't know. Probably has something to do with all that stomping around and growling you do." He chuckled again. "If you don't cut it out, you're going to find out just how uncivilized I can be." "Is that a threat?" she asked, clearly not upset, but rather amused. He pulled her tight against him and let his lips brush the shell of her ear as he talked. "It's a promise, Ms. Cook." She gasped and then said, "Kimberly. Would you call me, Kimberly?" "Mmmm, Kimberly," he whispered, his honey-laden rasp floating into her ear. Her knees buckled and he simply banded her tighter against his body, supporting her, thrilled that he appeared to be affecting her as much as she was affecting him. "Jesus," she whispered. He whispered to her again as one song segued into another slow song. "I feel like the overgrown class dork that suddenly finds himself at the prom with the homecoming queen." "At the ball, Walter, not the prom. Get your events straight," she admonished mockingly. "Ahh, then I should feel like Cinderella at the ball? Only in my case, I find my princess?" She chuckled, "We'll have to call you Cinderfella, then." He leaned his head back and laughed, a real belly laugh that shook her small body as it was plastered up against his. XXXXXXXXXX She gazed up at him, smiling. He was so handsome. They drank some more and ended up dancing the night away. Kim couldn't remember the last time she'd had such a good time. They laughed and traded jokes about the other attendees. Finally, it was late and things were winding down. He looked down at her. "Ready to go?" he asked. "Yeah, I think I've had about all the fun I can handle for one night," she replied. They said good-bye to several people and then they went to get his coat and her shawl. He draped her shawl over her shoulders and then left his arm there as he steered her out into the parking lot. She didn't protest this continued contact so he ran with it, wondering if this could turn into something special. He opened the car door for her and then went around and slid into the driver's seat. He sighed loudly and said, "God, I had a good time!" He sounded surprised. She chuckled, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. "Why do you sound so astonished?" she asked, as he pulled out into traffic. "Because I never have a good time at those things." "But you did tonight?" He turned to her and met her gaze, then turned back to the road. "I had a wonderful time, Kimberly. I just figured something out. It's not the events that I hate." "It's not. What is it then?" she inquired. "I just hate going to them alone." XXXXXXXXXX He thought he probably should ask if he could walk her to her door, but he didn't want to give her the chance to refuse. So after he parked, he shut off the engine and rounded the front of the car, opening the door for her and extending his hand to help her out. She accepted his help gracefully and looked up at him. "I had a really good time. Thank you so much for taking me." He smiled down at her, and slid his hand down to her low back. "Come on, I'll walk you to the door." "You don't have to," she protested. "I know," he said softly and held her gaze again. She swallowed but then gave a tiny nod and led the way into her apartment building. XXXXXXXXXX KIM COOK'S APARTMENT ALBAN TOWERS 3700 MASSACHUSETTS AVENUE, NW WASHINGTON, DC 20016 She unlocked the door and entered. He expected her to turn and block the door to say goodnight. Instead, she surprised him by asking, "Come in for coffee?" He smiled, and followed her in, turning and locking the door behind him. She made her way into the kitchen and started the coffee brewing while he waited in the living room and looked around. The place was full of knick knacks, pictures and artwork. He realized with a pang of sadness just how stark his own apartment was. XXXXXXXXXX Kimberly was nervous, but she wanted him here. She wanted him, period! That was dangerous thinking, she knew, but couldn't help it. She wondered if he thought her apartment was too frilly. She'd never been self-conscious about it before, but for some reason, his opinion was very important to her. She'd started this evening with a firm reprimand to herself not to expect anything. She'd reminded herself that he simply needed a date and she was available. He probably wanted her to enjoy some of the perks of Bureau that the secretaries usually didn't get to enjoy. However, throughout the evening he'd been especially attentive. He'd joked with her, teased her, and flirted with her. Then the topper, she'd felt him get an erection from holding her close while dancing. That had been a total surprise, but it had awakened something inside her that had been long dormant. She excited him, and that very fact excited her. She shivered involuntarily remembering his voice sliding into her ear as they danced. He was such a big man and yet he'd been incredibly graceful. She reentered the living room and saw him looking around. "It's a lovely place, Kimberly." "I'm glad you like it. Probably a little over-the-top feminine for you." He smiled at her as she waved at the couch. He sat down and said, "Not at all. It's homey. I was just realizing how barren the walls are at my place." "Barren?" she prompted. "I don't have any artwork or any family pictures up." "How come?" He looked at his lap. "Sharon used to do all that when we had the house. When we divorced, she took most of the artwork and pictures, then we sold the house. I got my apartment but I never got motivated to really decorate it beyond getting furniture. The pictures of my family that she didn't take are still in a box in my closet." "I'd be glad to help you hang them, Sir." "Walter, remember?" "Sorry, hard to get used to that." "It's all right." "I'm going to change out of this dress if you don't mind," she said, trying to sound casual. "Take your coat and jacket off. Get comfortable." The flare in his eyes made her feel flushed. She wondered if he was imagining her out of the dress. "Go ahead." "I'll be quick. The coffee should be done soon." She practically ran out of the room and into her bedroom. She yanked a pair of blue Capri pants and a pima cotton tee shirt out of her drawer and pulled the dress off, hanging it carefully on the hanger and replacing it in the closet. She removed her stockings and picked up her pants. As she bent over to put her feet into the leg of them, she heard her bedroom door swing open. She stood up and turned to face him, wearing a navy blue thong and a matching strapless bra. He stood in her doorway, filling it up with his broad shoulders. "Walter?" she asked, praying his presence meant what she thought it did. He didn't answer, but came to her slowly. She felt the insane urge to back away but held her ground. She looked down as his hands covered hers and gently pried the pants out of her fingers, tossing them casually on the bed. He had removed his coat, tux jacket, and cummerbund. The bow tie was gone and his shirtsleeves were rolled up, revealing thick, corded forearms covered in hair. How odd that she would find his arms sexy, when there were so many other fine things to look at on his body. His eyes floated up and down her body, leaving a hot trail behind. She sucked in her breath. Was this really happening? Was her incredibly sexy boss actually going to make a move on her? God, she thought he would never look at her like this. Then she looked up into his eyes, and felt a small wave of dizziness at what she saw there. His eyelids were hooded, his pupils dilated with desire, his mouth a little slack. Whew. Did it suddenly get hot in here? His voice was like rich, chocolate when he finally said, "Christ, Kimberly. You are so damn beautiful." "Thank you," she simply. "I couldn't get the picture of you taking off that dress out of my mind. I know it's presumptuous to barge in here." "But?" she coaxed him, breathing shallowly and feeling heat diffuse her entire body. He pulled her gently, but firmly into contact with his torso and wrapped his arms around her tiny frame, leaning down until his lips brushed against hers. He said, "Do you have any idea how turned on I am? How turned on I've been all night?" "No," she groaned, wanting this, but afraid to believe that he felt the same way she did all at the same time. He surprised her with his admission. "I've been half hard all night. I have to kiss you, Kimberly." Without further ado, he lowered his mouth over hers, and gently worked her lips back and forth. She gasped slightly, her mouth opening and his hot tongue plunged inside, raking the sides of her teeth and tickling the roof of her mouth. She moaned and he answered her in kind, deepening this kiss. Her brain finally mobilized her hands and she rubbed them up his chest. She began unbuttoning his shirt as he backed up a little, panting gently as he watched her work. She tugged the shirt out of his waistband and slid it over his gigantic shoulders. Her fingers found his nipples and brushed over them. Hearing his sharp intake of breath, she pinched them gently and he barked out, "OH FUCK!" He unhooked her bra and it fell to the floor, revealing her breasts. XXXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXXX 'Her breasts are exquisite,' he thought. They were full and round and sat high on her chest. She was about a 36 C he calculated. He palmed one gently and squeezed, eliciting an adorable whimper from her. He felt his cock rise, beginning to tent his slacks. She reached for him and deftly undid his button and zipper. She was about to slide her hands into his pants when she paused and looked up. "Are you sure, Walter?" He raised his eyebrows. "Are you kidding? I think I'm the one that's supposed to be asking that." He slid his arms around her and held her gently against his chest. She smiled but then said, "You didn't answer." "I'm sure," he rasped out in his deep baritone. "I can't remember the last time I wanted a woman so badly. But if you want to wait, I'll understand. I didn't plan this, you know?" "I know you didn't. Neither did I. But here we are." "Here we are, indeed." His hands slid up to cup her head, his thumbs gently brushing her cheeks. "I should court you first." "Court me later. Tonight, I want you to make love to me." Her words were like music to his ears. "Yes, ma'am," he said softly. The rest of their clothes were shed in double time. When they stood naked before each other, they both took a moment to stare, mapping the contours of each other's bodies. He towered over her in her bare feet. He was easily a foot taller than she. It made him feel big and powerful. He liked the feeling. Powerful men had a tendency to intimidate her. Even though Walter was not only powerful, but a large man as well, she didn't feel threatened. She had only to look at his face and see the desire there to feel sexy and feminine, and oddly empowered by the affect she was having on him. Her hand reached out to him and encircled his cock. Her fingers barely touched around his circumference as she stroked him gently and he was soon fully erect. He sat her on the edge of the bed and knelt down. Leaning in, he took her turgid nipple in his mouth and suckled, raking it with his rough tongue and making her cry out and throw her head back in pleasure. He made a mental note to get as many sounds like that out of her as he could. He loved the flushing of her porcelain skin. Her skin was milky white and he could see the blue veins in her breasts. She stopped him and guided him up and onto the bed, trading places with him. She crawled between his legs, leaving his straining flesh right in front of her face. He looked down and groaned at the sight. She licked his cock and balls all over before taking as much of him in her mouth as she could. She slid down slowly, her mouth open wide and keeping up a steady pressure. Her lips were stretched wide and nearly white with the all stretching to take in his cock. He felt his cock hit the back of her throat and expected her to gag, but she didn't. She sucked in a breath through her nose, lifted her chin to straighten her throat and pushed forward, sliding him right down her throat. He shouted, "OH FUCK!" He hadn't expected that at all. Then she started to swallow, and he bellowed, "Oh Jesus, Kimberly! Oh God, oh God, oh God." If she could have, she would have smiled. 'Like riding a bike,' she thought to herself. It had been a while and he was easily the biggest she'd ever taken, but she'd been blessed with this unique talent and had virtually no gag reflex. He pulsed his hips against her face as his balls rested on her chin. Her hands slid back and cupped his ass as she began bobbing up and down, every fifth stroke or so, she would take him down her throat, eliciting more cries to one God or another and lots of cursing. Her sex was flooded with warm wetness and she couldn't wait to feel this shaft inside her. He was so big. She was a small woman. It had been a long, long time since she'd had sex. She knew it was going to be fantastic. She backed off when he pushed gently on her shoulder, wrapping her hand as far around his prick as she could reach. He was so hard he thought it would snap. He felt ravished and tormented. He loved every minute of it. XXXXXXXXXX He laid her back on the bed and slid up next to her, crushing her mouth under his. He moaned when he tasted his precum on her tongue, finding it an incredible turn on. Just knowing her mouth had been wrapped around him was unbelievable. Kimberly felt his hand reach in between her legs and caress the inside of her knee. He slowly made his way up her thigh. That area was so sensitive and she felt her entire body respond. Her nipples hardened unbearably and begin to ache. She reached for them desperately needing relief but he stopped her, pinning her hands near the side of her head. He slipped down and began to worship her breasts. She was writhing and bucking under him like a little untamed animal and it was making him crazy. She looked like a little, wild nymph. His fingers explored her sex, rubbing, dipping and plunging inside. She cried out and then shuddered as she reached her first climax of the evening, seeing light forming behind her eyes and then feeling her body explode in orgasm. He moved over her, taking his weight on his forearms and sliding his fingers into her hair. Christ, he was a big man, completely covering her body with his own. She felt the helmeted head of his cock find her entrance and slowly cleave the tight, moist folds of her pussy apart, slipping inside. "Oh shit," he muttered. "So tight." He pushed gently and his enormous shaft eased it way into her pouting, swollen lips. She gasped as she felt the slight burning of her muscles stretching to accommodate his huge cock. When he finally bottomed out, her cavern was stretched open wide, his cock stretching the two lips on either side and extending the little button of her clitoris so that it rubbed along the top of his shaft. He paused, wondering if he had ever felt his pole this stiff. Watching himself disappear inside her dripping, tiny pussy sent shockwaves of pleasure rocketing through him and he stilled, enjoying the sensation of penetration. He was not fully embedded, but he was bumping against her cervix and he didn't want to hurt her. He began to stroke in and out and it was pure sensation with every stroke. Her swollen clit dragged over his shaft as he retreated and then was pushed down and crushed between them as he reentered. His pace slowly increased until she was almost screaming in pleasure. He couldn't believe he was doing this to her, that she was reacting this way to him. She was so passionate it took his breath away. Her hands weren't idle either, sliding up and down his back, her lips kissing his chest. Her lips found his nipple as he towered over her and he shouted out a yelp of pleasure as she latched on and began to suck and then nipped it gently. He sped up his thrusting until he was pounding her with such force that she knew she would be tender and bruised in the morning. She couldn't bring herself to care. She was so close, so close again. Then he whispered in her ear. "Oh yeah, that's it. Come for me, baby." She wailed and did exactly as he said, convulsing with her second climax and gripping him with her long, unused muscles as they went into spasms. He gritted his teeth and managed not to come. He slowed as she rode out her orgasm but then as her shuddering ended, he burrowed the last inch of his cock deep inside her tight body. He reared back on his knees, catching hers under his elbows and bending her in half as he leaned back down over her. Her knees were nearly touching the bed. He grunted and slammed into her, ramming himself inside and feeling her cervix stretch and enclose the head of his cock. He yelled, "Oh, holy shit!" He began pounding her again, her cervix feeling like it was giving him a tight blow job on the sensitive head of his cock. She shrieked in pleasure/pain and he hollered, "Yeah, baby. Yeah, come for me again. That's it. Come for me again." Two more strokes and she did. It was like her body belonged to him. She had totally surrendered, shuddering with every stroke, feeling him embedded deeper inside her than anyone had ever been. Every time he ordered her to come, she climaxed all over his cock, squeezing it tightly and gushing wetness out of their joining. It ran down her buttocks and into the crack of her ass. He shifted and moved his hands down to her bottom and supported her clenching buttocks as she rose to meet every thrust. He coaxed another orgasm, and then a fifth from her. That one finally sent him over the edge. He growled as if his soul was escaping his body through his dick and spurted jets of cum inside her again and again. He collapsed on top of her, panting heavily and sweating. She'd never felt so good in her life. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, snuggling as close as she could get. She'd never minded sex in the past, but never quite knew why everyone raved about it so much. Now she knew. It wasn't sex that was lacking. She'd just had the wrong partners. He stayed inside her, waiting for his cock to deflate. He finally rolled off her and pulled her against him, spooning up behind her and pulling the covers over them. He murmured in her ear, "That was fantastic. Just to warn you, I'm falling hard for you, Kimberly Cook." She smiled, feeling lethargic and sated and replied, "That's good, cause I think I'm falling too." "Oh, for who?" he teased. "This big, burly guy with a surly attitude. He has all the right equipment. He's truly one of the big boys and knows how to use it, I just found out." "Really? Is that a fact?" he said smugly. "Oh yeah. I think I'll keep him for a while." "Good to know. Good to know," he said in a sleepy voice. She had no idea what tomorrow would bring or the day after. Didn't matter though; she wouldn't trade this night with her Cinderfella for anything. For the first time in a long time she was smiling as she fell asleep. THE END.