So as I've said a fair few times I've never been unlucky with finding sex. From 18
Onwards I seem to have been in the right place at the right time. Now I believe that all women have beauty but not all women are my type. It's biology. I have to have an attraction to have sex. Anyway the following tale , which is 100% true took place 25ish years ago. I had just applied and been successfull in getting my second job after university. The money was a huge leap and life was good. That was until my second week in the post. I worked in an office with a group of seven women. Mostly my age but one who was married and approximately 15 years my senior. She had been on holiday when I started and within five minutes of meeting me was developing a hatred of me that bore no explanation.
Id barely said a sentence to her when the unpleasant barbs started. Now this was in the September of that year and it was pretty much unremitting bitching . I said very little and got on with my jobs.
Now the one thing about this woman was her looks. She was without doubt a stunner and she knew it. Short skirts , heels and very revealing tops. She had it all going on.
We shall now fast forward to December of that year and the obligatory Christmas party. By tradition it was held in the boardroom of the office. It was the usual example of excess booze removing common sense. So I had decided to go for an hour or two then excuse myself to get back to my partner. As the night wore on I noticed that a few people had left the board room and gone to the unused floor above. It was vacant and unused since the previous company had gone bust. I made my way upstairs and in the offices could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex. It was in semi darkness. As I rounded the corner of the stairs the MD walked past in a state of undress followed shortly after by his PA. He looked at me , smiled and raised his finger to his lips "shhhh" . I smiled and passed them both. In the furthest office from the stairs my nemesis woman was sat on one of the desks . She was missing her heels and her blouse was undone. I walked closer and could see she was crying. This was something I'd never seen her do. I walked into the office and she looked up. Aggressively as always she virtually spat the words " go on have a good look, have a laugh. They all do" I said nothing . I put a hand each side of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. God knows why. She responded by kissing me like long term lovers. Tongues danced and entwined. I undid the remaining buttons on her blouse. To my surprise she was braless. Her tits were much smaller than she had made out in office life. None the less they were gorgeous. My hands played over them and I explored every inch of their softness. She was very turned on . I kissed down her kneck , to her shoulders and over to the other side.
She was a very petite woman and weighed nothing. I picked her up and carried her to a pile of cushions that once formed a couch. I put her down and her skirt fell down . It had been undone before I found her. She was naked in front of me and I knew I wanted to fuck her. I gently lay her down and stripped my clothes off. I continued kissing her gorgeous body. And found her neatly trimmed bush. I kissed her thighs and found her clit. I sucked on it and she responded by telling me how she wanted it. I was about to put my tongue in when I realised I had not been here first. I smelled the unmistakable smell of condoms. I continued licking her and she came. I found in my wallet a condom and rolled it on. I hate the things but I always have one . We fucked for all we were worth. She came at the same time I did. As we lay there coming down from the high . I could see she was shivvering I grabbed her blouse and put it on her and then her skirt. I put my suit jacket round her shoulders. She sat in silence. I dressed quickly. I found her shoes and made an attempt to straighten her disheveled hair. She looked at me and half smiled. She said " why do you have to be so fucking nice, why can't you be like the rest of them?" I finally understood her behaviour. It seems she thought all men were users. I walked her to the back set of stairs and down the fire escape. She would not be seen. She was quite d*unk. I'd not had more than a pint so I decided to drive her home.
The following Monday I was dreading work. I didn't know how to face her. I drove in half contemplating resignation. I walked in and there she was . We exchanged glances and I smiled. She returned my smile and fir the first time ever she made me coffee.
Her attitude towards me changed and we often shared lunch and Friday drinks in the local pub. Unfortunately we never fucked again. She had an affair with one of the tech support staff and fell pregnant. She left and I didn't see her again.
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