"I'm not a bad woman, Mr. Kramer," she whispered, discreetly inching her skirt a bit higher. "I needed some love so badly, and Joe just happened to be there."

He glanced up at her, a flicker of compassion in his eyes for the first time.

"I shouldn't tell you this," she continued in a soft voice. "But I'm a warm person, and it's awfully lonesome being a widow."

"You shouldn't have any trouble finding a husband," he answered, still looking into her soft gray eyes. "You're an extremely beautiful woman."

"But I don't want just any man," she whispered, easing her skirt up a bit higher. "Your wife is lucky. Kind and handsome men like you are very hard to find."

Seeing how he kept peering up between her thighs, Laura began thinking, her plan might work.

"Oh, Mr. Kramer," she sighed, re-crossing her legs. "You'll never know how starved I am for a little affection from a mature man."

Not answering, the man was glancing nervously at the filmy crotch of her white lacy panties as she once more slowly crossed her legs, giving him a lingering view of her panty-clad loins.

"I'm not a bad woman," she whispered, reaching down and taking his hand in hers. "I'm just lonely."

Staring at her moist soft lips as she spoke, he felt his cock give another lurch, as he recalled how they'd been thickly coated with Joe's cum yesterday.

"Please," she softly pleaded, gently squeezing his hand. "Please give me another chance."

He didn't answer. His damp palm was trembling in hers. Still holding his hand, she edged closer to him on top of the desk, slightly spreading her thighs to give him an unobstructed view of her panty-clad crotch.