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Not so dull day at the office.
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over a year ago
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My husband hated the fact that his arch enemy Steve now worked in my office. They had been rivals at school and had come to blows a few times on nights out in their college days. They had also fought for my attention in college but it was my husbands affections that had won me over, and Steven's reputation as a complete womaniser that had been his downfall.
I understood only too well that Steve was a proper arrogant, cocky bastard but as much as I despised his attitude I couldn't deny how sexy he was with his sparkling green eyes and Mediterranean complexion. Trouble was he knew it too. I avoided him as much as possible. Easy enough as we worked on different floors but inevitably,due to the fact we were both team leaders,we'd end up at the same meetings and conferences on at least a monthly basis.
Steve had only been at our company for four months, but reliable sources informed me he had already bedded a fair few of the office girls. Apparently it had caused a bit of friction between some of them too. Still,they flirted with him and let him toy with them just as many women had before them. Hell he probably still used the same lines and commitment dodging excuses to keep them at a comfortable enough distance to suit him. God he really was an egotistical prick !
Anyway, I had managed to steer clear of him for the most part. That is with the exception of the general sarcastic chit chit during conference lunch breaks. He'd ask me how "him indoors was". Or tell me that I "still look good surprisingly". Or "the git still alive then" , "haven't left the boring sod yet then" and so on. I could deal with the majority of his "banter" and to be frank most of it was predictable and typical of his boyish behaviour. It was pretty safe to say I'd chosen the right guy to marry.
There had been one d*unken incident recently though that had really pissed me off to be fair. I'd been at the bar with an important client when I felt a hand brush down my back and slowly over the curve of my arse. Not wanting to make a scene I'd discretely reached around and tightly grabbed the wrist of the wandering hand. I didn't have to turn around to find out it was him as he whispered in my ear "I always knew you were kinky" Such utter arrogance. But not wanting to distract attention away from the client I bit my tongue and released my grip on Steve's wrist. I moved to walk away and guide my client back to our table but turned back momentarily to glare at Steve with a look that told him there was unfinished punishment coming his way. |
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"My husband hated the fact that his arch enemy Steve now worked in my office. They had been rivals at school and had come to blows a few times on nights out in their college days. They had also fought for my attention in college but it was my husbands affections that had won me over, and Steven's reputation as a complete womaniser that had been his downfall.
I understood only too well that Steve was a proper arrogant, cocky bastard but as much as I despised his attitude I couldn't deny how sexy he was with his sparkling green eyes and Mediterranean complexion. Trouble was he knew it too. I avoided him as much as possible. Easy enough as we worked on different floors but inevitably,due to the fact we were both team leaders,we'd end up at the same meetings and conferences on at least a monthly basis.
Steve had only been at our company for four months, but reliable sources informed me he had already bedded a fair few of the office girls. Apparently it had caused a bit of friction between some of them too. Still,they flirted with him and let him toy with them just as many women had before them. Hell he probably still used the same lines and commitment dodging excuses to keep them at a comfortable enough distance to suit him. God he really was an egotistical prick !
Anyway, I had managed to steer clear of him for the most part. That is with the exception of the general sarcastic chit chit during conference lunch breaks. He'd ask me how "him indoors was". Or tell me that I "still look good surprisingly". Or "the git still alive then" , "haven't left the boring sod yet then" and so on. I could deal with the majority of his "banter" and to be frank most of it was predictable and typical of his boyish behaviour. It was pretty safe to say I'd chosen the right guy to marry.
There had been one d*unken incident recently though that had really pissed me off to be fair. I'd been at the bar with an important client when I felt a hand brush down my back and slowly over the curve of my arse. Not wanting to make a scene I'd discretely reached around and tightly grabbed the wrist of the wandering hand. I didn't have to turn around to find out it was him as he whispered in my ear "I always knew you were kinky" Such utter arrogance. But not wanting to distract attention away from the client I bit my tongue and released my grip on Steve's wrist. I moved to walk away and guide my client back to our table but turned back momentarily to glare at Steve with a look that told him there was unfinished punishment coming his way."
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After the client meeting she put in a complaint to HR and after several other grievances from other female members of staff came to light, Steve was dismissed on the grounds of sexual harassment. |
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I didn't get the chance to reprimand Steve that night. I'd had every intention of putting him in his place, and making him aware in no uncertain terms, that he was to keep his hands to himself from now on, else I'd have him strung by the balls. And guess what. I'd seen him not more than ten minutes later draped over some other poor unsuspecting cow.
It made me nauseous watching the pretty blonde stroking his thigh, throwing her head back in laughter and fluttering her long eyelashes at him. They fell so easily for it too. And that pompous expression on his face as he took her hand and led her out of the room.
I hated that he'd caught me looking. It made my blood boil.
I made my excuses not long after that and went home. I kicked my heels off and poured myself a large G&T. I was bubbling inside,thinking of how many times that bloody Casinova had sweet talked women into submission, and how cocky he was with it. It was almost like he revelled in it and thought he was some kind of Adonis. Well he had a shock coming to him that was for sure.
I sunk into the armchair as accumulated alcohol took its toll on me. I put my feet up over the arm and relaxed my shoulders. Pretty soon my annoyance had subsided and been replaced with tiredness. I unbuttoned my blouse some and reached around with one hand to release the zip of my pencil skirt. I closed my eyes for a bit as the warmth of the gin washed over me and shook my head and giggled to myself at how worked up I had let myself get over him.
I had flashbacks of his face from when he had left the room with the blonde. I imagined him taking her home too and wondering what he would do to her. A familiar sensation came over me. I felt my stomach flip like it does when you drive over a speed bump and my skin tingle all over.Heat burned between my legs intruding on my thoughts, causing me to bite my lip and let out a low sigh. I'm ashamed to admit that the thought of him naked, sweaty, thrusting into her, made me feel so horny and even a little jealous. But why ? I couldn't get my head around it.
My husband had crept up behind me and slipped his hands down the front of my blouse leaning over me. I hadn't heard him get up and must have looked to him like I was drifting off to sleep in the chair. He kissed me on the forehead and told me to come to bed.
Lying in his familiar arms in our bed I started to feel a little guilty about where my mind had been. The truth was though that as much as I loved my husband he just didn't have a high enough sex drive to keep up with me. He was a gentle and tender man and I was grateful of his nature and his loyalty to me. Yet the devil on my shoulder had made an appearance and once there was an idea in my head I had to act on it.
I had made my decision. I would be the one to teach Steve a lesson for his womanising ways, but had no idea how I would do it. Yet. |
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"After the client meeting she put in a complaint to HR and after several other grievances from other female members of staff came to light, Steve was dismissed on the grounds of sexual harassment."
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I had a few weeks ahead before I would next have to spend a night in Steve's company which meant I could more or less avoid him (apart from the odd briefing/meeting at the office etc).
We were due on a business trip one month from now which would involve an overnight stay so I saw this as a perfect opportunity to execute my plan of attack. Although I still hadn't decided exactly what it would entail.
In the meantime I would play with him a bit and give him a little taste of his own medicine. I started to feel excited at the prospect of the fun I could have with him. I hadn't felt so devious or invigorated in ages and I guess it would start to show in the way I presented myself.
On my first day back at the office I'd paid a little extra attention to my appearance. I chose a skirt a little shorter and tighter than usual, pinned my hair up instead of sweeping it into a casual ponytail and ditched my usual tights in favour of opaque hold ups. I also swapped my more neutral shade of lipstick for something a bit more daring. Well actually a lot more.Scarlet in fact.
I strutted into work in my killer heels feeling sexy, confident and sassy. I'd make a point of visiting floor 3 this morning and come up with a good excuse to have to stop by his desk.
Shortly, I will give you a description of what happened over those next few weeks. I won't go into great detail about everything that happened each day but will break it down to include the most significant events.
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Day 1.
It had been a manic Monday morning but I managed to find my excuse to to pass by his desk shortly after lunch (by hand delivering a party invitation to a colleague sat opposite him). I didn't speak to him but made sure I stayed there long enough to know he had seen me and hopefully, noticed me.
I leant across the desk being sure to stick my arse right out as if I were whispering something secretive to Anne. I slipped a shoe off and run my foot up my leg slowly before stepping back in to it. I chatted and laughed with Anne a little then walked away with a deliberate wiggle. Looking back to wave at her and sneakily check if it had worked. It had. I feigned a false, sarcastic and brief smiling glance at him. In a "what are you looking at" kind of way.
Day 2
We ended up at the same bar at lunch time. He was sat a few tables away with a few of the guys. I looked straight at him as I slowly applied a fresh layer of lipstick. I felt his eyes bore into me as I let my hand briefly brush over my breast before turning away.
Day 3
Busy, stressful, late finish. Uneventful. I found myself feeling disappointed that I hadn't encountered him. I thought about him during dinner. I dreamt of him too.
Day 4.
I hadn't had sex with my husband in 2 whole weeks and was beyond horny after my explicit dreams in the night. He hadn't even touched me in the dream. He had blindfolded me at my desk and instructed me to expose my breasts and tweak my own nipples. They stiffened beneath my blouse at the very thought. That fucker. He was inside my head for certain.
He wasn't at work either thanks to a corporate bullshit team building exercise. That night a quick fumble between the sheets with my husband had left me more unsatisfied and frustrated than ever.
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Day 5
Fridays can be a nightmare for us team leaders. We're usually last to leave work,after tidying up the weeks unfinished business. This Friday was no exception. It had been such a busy day I'd even worked through lunch.
I had seen him though. A few minutes back. I'd gone to my car to get something. He passed me getting out of the lift I was getting into. He wasn't alone and we didn't speak but he did have the audacity to wink at me!
I'm sure it was his aftershave I could smell in that lift. It had wafted when he passed me but now lingered in the air.As expected he smelt just as good as he looked. It aroused my senses. I sniffed it in. I hated myself for being so seduced by it all.
Back at my desk my pussy had throbbed imagining him pulling me back inside the lift and ripping my blouse open and hitching up my skirt. It triggered memories of my dream. My nipples and pussy aching for him. I lost all control of myself and my concentration. Long lost raw desire returned to me and stripped me of my common sense and dignity and professionalism.
It was the first time in my professional career I had orgasmed at my desk. What on earth was I thinking ! This was so unlike my usual refined self. I had enjoyed it immensely,but had a conscience about it also. I made a mental note to scold myself for it later but just enjoy it for what it was in the meantime.
Granted I hadn't been caught but so easily could have been. There were bound to be cleaners dotted around. Luckily, I didn't have to find out what the reaction would have been had anyone seen me, with my legs spread and my breasts exposed. My knickers pulled to one side and the other hand, between my legs furiously frigging myself away to the lust I felt for him. I had cum so quickly and so hard it made me shake.
I straightened myself up and tied up the last few loose ends and left the office. Just enough time to prepare for tonight and dinner with friends. Thoughts of Steve forced away for now but I knew I couldn't lock them up for long. Fuck fuck fuck I thought to myself. It was too late though.
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Hi guys,thanks for reading so far and all the lovely comments. Very grateful. As per usual I'm writing this as I go along and it is coming straight off the top of my head so sorry if its slow.
It was intended to be a very quick short story when I started but I can't help myself 
I'll get back to it tomorrow.
Thanks again. Xxx |
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"LL, you are such a gifted writer!! Love your stories..... Just hate it when they stop......unended.....more please!!!"
Ooops forgot I hadn't finished the other one. I'll do it after this one. Thank you very much indeed. I'm flattered. Xxx |
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"After the client meeting she put in a complaint to HR and after several other grievances from other female members of staff came to light, Steve was dismissed on the grounds of sexual harassment."
Love it!!! |
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"LL, you are such a gifted writer!! Love your stories..... Just hate it when they stop......unended.....more please!!!
Ooops forgot I hadn't finished the other one. I'll do it after this one. Thank you very much indeed. I'm flattered. Xxx"
you're a natural writer! Thank you for sharing. Xxx |
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Dinner was good as per usual at our usual favourite restaurant. But, I found myself distracted and losing track of the conversation at times. It didn't go unnoticed either. My husband asked me if I was okay and I satisfied his enquiry with excuses about work and fatigue. Whilst the husbands talked shop our friend Harriet quizzed me more. She told me later in the bathroom she wasn't buying my story, and that she knew me well enough to see that there was something else on my mind. I brushed it off as just a headache coming and tried to act more like my usual self but she wasn't convinced. "Just be careful,whatever it is" she warned me.
I wasn't sure I could heed her advice.
Day 6
A trip to the shopping outlet in preparation for an up coming holiday. A slight hangover after a late night and post dinner drinks and an accompanying hangover horn. I hadn't bothered putting underwear on today for the first time since my Uni days. I had forgotten how liberating it felt to'go commando' and it certainly increased my horny disposition.
I felt myself getting more and more aroused in the car and desperately craved to be touched and fondled and filled. I could easily have put my feet on the dashboard and spread my legs right then. My pussy felt like a magnet to my hands and I had to sit on them to restrain myself from touching. My husband would have been appalled at such public and careless abandon. Not Steve though, I imagine he'd be the type to stop the car and just fuck me over the bonnet. Fire raged between my legs. My cheeks glowing as red hot as my pussy felt ! I turn to look out of the window. Terrified at how obvious I was becoming every time I thought of him.
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Laden with shopping bags a welcome coffee break was due. I blamed the after effects of the alcohol for my distant mood. I'm not the best with hangovers and so it seemed on the surface to be a legitimate excuse for being away with the fairies.
I savoured the warmth and comfort of the freshly ground coffee. It soothed my head from the business around us and helped me to relax into light hearted conversation. My loyal but somewhat boring and predictable husband was listing to me the historic landmarks we would visit on holiday. It was then I spotted him at the counter.
His arse looked so good in denim. It literally made my mouth water. He wore a casual t-shirt and trendy footwear, such a contrast to his work suit yet equally as sexy. He just oozed sex appeal. He was what I refer to as a shiny. One of those people who always look immaculate and fresh and clean. He looked as though he would smell and taste like a dream.
The cashier swooned and giggled like a teenager as he paid her for the coffee with cash and compliments. She scribbled something on a napkin and handed it to him. He turned and sauntered towards the door noticing us as he did. My stomach flipped and my heart pounded in my chest as he approached.
"Hello you two" he chirped and without giving us a chance to answer he added. "Fancy seeing you here Leila. All week at the office not enough for you" ? "Steve" was all I could manage in a nonchalant manner. "Hello Steven" my husband forced from his pursed lips. " Why hello William" he mocked at my husbands formality. "Stay cool kids" he laughed whilst pointing his fingers at us as if shooting a gun. Then he was out the door.
He didn't have to vocalise his feelings towards Steve to let me know how he felt about him. His expression and mood change said it all. He wasn't normally one to engage in tit for tat or to make passing petty remarks either. Steve however, irritated my husband so much that he let his cool and calm persona slip. "I really can't stand that smarmy bastard" he spat.
My husband had a face on him now,so I pretended to read on the return journey (to avoid a conversation about how petulant and arrogant and cocky Steve was and still is). I'd seen and heard about his escapades many times before and agreed for the most part he was an arrogant arse hole. Only difference was, he was now the arrogant arse hole I would soon be fantasising about as I brought myself off in the shower. |
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Sorry this is so slow. I'm really busy at the moment and struggling to find time to get on here. Thanks for your patience and feedback.
Will try and get it wrapped up asap.
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"Sorry this is so slow. I'm really busy at the moment and struggling to find time to get on here. Thanks for your patience and feedback.
Will try and get it wrapped up asap.
Mrs xx"
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Day 7.
Sundays usually consist of lazing about, drinking coffee and reading the morning papers. Leisurely afternoon strolls and me watching a movie whilst Will works on his laptop ,before an early night ready for the week ahead. Predictable, comfortable, boring.
I tell him I have decided to run the next local marathon so need to step up my training regime. Starting with an extra run this morning. No time like the present and all. He'll wash the car whilst I'm gone. He doesn't protest or entice me to stay. There is no spontaneity with my reliable husband. I think to myself that a man like Steve would probably have offered to exercise me in the bedroom or better still over the breakfast table.
That obnoxious fucker has me distracted and rebelling against my wifely duties and he hasn't even tried ! I'm so deliciously sexually frustrated. I run until my lungs burn and my legs turn to jelly. To try and expel physical energy, to suppress my appetite for raw physical contact. To dampen the urges for wild, rough, lust filled sex.
I'm bent over with my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath. My face flushed crimson from the higher than usual impact of my run. Sweat is running down my back. I slowly straighten myself up, stretch out and start to walk the last few hundred yards home.
How could all that effort have possibly made me feel worse ? I have never felt such strong physical urges from my vagina before. Pulsating and demanding attention, and my nipples so firm and almost painfully sensitive.
I am so sexually available to my husband right now but he doesn't even see it. He declines my offer to wash me down in the shower in favour of waxing his car. I take my waterproof vibrator with me instead and plunge it repeatedly inside myself to no avail. I pinch my nipples so hard but relief still doesn't come.
That night he makes love to me in the missionary position at first but I soon take control and guide him onto his back. I start to ride him, gently, rhythmically at first but get carried away with myself and thrust more vigorously. He holds me firmly, slowing me back to a gentle pace and tells me "woah easy girl" he pulls my face to him and kisses me softly as he quietly cums. I lay next to his peacefully sleeping body knowing this isn't enough for me anymore.
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Days 8 and day 9 pass in a blur. Its so crazy at work I am late home both nights and still crossing the t's and dotting the i's when I get there.
I don't have any interaction with him or any intimate time with Will and I collapse in to bed with a headache. I'm grateful for the reprieve and to have a distraction from him.
Wednesday (day 10) brings a different story. There is calm after the storm and I am rested and bright eyed again. I go shopping at lunch time and buy myself some new lingerie sets and browse at all manner of sex aids and toys that I've never considered before. It gives me ammunition for my fantasies about him.
That afternoon I day dream and visualise us in various kinky scenarios. There is leather and restraints and deep seductive colours of purple, black and red all around us. I am knelt before him in a harness bodysuit, blindfolded and gagged, submissive and disobedient and waiting for my punishment. Its then I hear him say my name. "Leila" he says it again "Leila, hello earth to Leila". I open my eyes to see him stood there in the flesh right next to my desk. I am so embarrassed but feel wetness spread across the silk of my underwear.
I try to compose myself but I am obvious in my body language. I ask him what he wants, tell him I was miles away. I make excuses about having a rough night and babble on a bit. He cuts in saving me from the drivel I'm spouting and tells me he needs to talk to me in private. He looks serious and asks if I could meet him at the pub.
I ask him why he can't tell me here but he looks genuinely concerned about something and tells me he would prefer a private conversation. He adds that he needs some advice and doesn't know who else he can trust. I have to admit I am intrigued but a part of me doesn't believe him. It would be just like him to pull a fast one.
My sisters birthday meal means I can't meet him tonight but I agree I'll spare him one hour after work tomorrow. I warn him he best not be taking the piss and that I will give him the benefit of doubt once and once only. "I mean it Steve" I reaffirm as he thanks me. I have no idea what he wants to talk to me about but he appeared to be genuinely in need of help. Either way I smiled in excited anticipation of his company.
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Day 11
I chose a burgundy silk bra and matching briefs from my newly purchased collection and team it with nude hold ups. I pin my hair into a bun and replace my plain gold studs with pearl earrings and a matching set of beads. A plain black fitted dress and heels complete my look. Simple yet effective.
All day I ponder what he wants to talk to me about and make up elaborate stories in my head. The day seems to drag as I clock watch and become increasingly nervous and excited. It suddenly occurs to me that it might be something awful and a wave of panic hits. I call up to the 3rd floor and ask Anne to come to lunch with me. I often have lunch with her as she is easy company but today I have an ulterior motive.
I quiz Anne about work over tapas in the hope she will mention Steve. I ask how the team are doing and if there is any gossip. She fills me in on the usual goings on and office politics. And then she plays into my hands telling me Steve has been distracted lately, he's been quiet and taking a lot of personal calls away from his desk. I feel a bit concerned that he may be in some sort of trouble but I feign casual disinterest and joke he's probably in trouble with somebody's husband.
When I get back to my office he has left a post it note on my screen. It reads 6pm Bistro 1. S x
I call Will to tell him I won't be home for dinner. I lie to my husband about being snowed under at work and wanting to catch up with a friend when I'm done. I feel shitty for lying when he is so nice to me but he assures me the driving range will keep him occupied.
By 5.30pm my stomach is doing somersaults. I freshen up and have a word with myself in the mirror. I take a few deep breaths and try to compose myself. The little Bistro is full when I arrive at bang on 6pm. I look around for him and look at my watch. No sign of him. I wait a few minutes, drink a small glass of wine but feel foolish when he still doesn't show. Typical of him to do something like this. I wouldn't be at a surprised if his cock had lead him astray.
I feel annoyed and disappointed in myself for actually believing he genuinely needed to talk. I get my purse out to pay for my drink. I'm stood at the bar waiting when a familiar smell wafts towards me. Instantly my mood shifts from annoyance to arousal. His hand is on the small of my back and he sends tingles through me when he says my name. "Leila" he apologies, "I'm glad you waited, sorry I'm late" he seems a bit breathless like he has been running.
I tell him he is lucky as I was just about to leave. I try to be firm but it is hard as he is just so handsome and those green eyes captivate me. He looks so good in his light grey suit, his tie removed and the top button of his crisp white shirt undone. I want him in so many ways.
The waiter shows us to our table. "This better be good" I tell him. I appear composed on the outside but this is a facade as raw lust burns within. |
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"Lets eat" he says, handing me the leather encased menu. I tell him I'm not here for games, and would prefer him to just tell me what he wants so I can get home.
I half expect him to make rude remarks about me being a good wifey running along home ,or something even more sarcastic, like questioning why I would be in a rush to get back to boring William. That would be just his style.
He does neither, surprising me with the sincerity in his voice. "Please" he asks. "I have a genuine proposition for you, I think you'll want to hear what I have to say first. You're the only one I can trust with this". Intrigued, I reluctantly scan the menu and chose my meal.
He orders a bottle of red for us which according to him compliments the dish I'd ordered. I hadn't intended to drink more than the one glass I'd already had but to be truthful the wine was settling my nerves and helping me to relax. It was tasty too and married beautifully with the food as he had predicted.
He started explaining to me that he had discovered some sort of under the table dealings at the high end of our company. I listened intently and open-mouthed as he explained a conspiracy plot the big wigs were involved in. He went on to tell me that he had been with us undercover for the last four months. While sufficient evidence was being gathered to expose the extortionists for what they were.
I was dumbfounded by the volume of information he had, and even more so that it seemed undeniable, everything he said was likely to be true. If so I had been used by my peers unsuspectingly as a pawn in this game of deception. It was too much to take in. I glugged a glass of wine down in one and ordered a second bottle.
I had so many questions running through my mind by now and probed him and gasped and proclaimed at how naive I had been to it all. I simply couldn't believe my ears. Little inconsistencies at work now made complete sense. With the bombshell that had been dropped I had yet to think of what this meant for my future and the future of the business itself.
I excused myself and went to call my husband. I didn't tell him what was happening and made up a total lie about looking after a friend with man troubles to buy myself more time. I told him not to wait up and that I'd get a cab home later.
It was 9pm by now and the little Bistro had remained packed all evening. I really should have gone home, and prepared for how I would process and deal with the information he'd given me. But I didn't want to leave him.
He said he thought it best I slept on it, before we would discuss the implications and plan where to go from here. I agreed it was a lot to take in and that we should meet again in a few days. We agreed to keep quiet for now and pretend everything was normal as to not jeopardize our current positions.
There were a few people waiting for tables so we moved from ours. Over to the intimate bar area and found an empty sofa to sit on. My dress riding up as I made myself comfortable. Exposing the lace tops of my hold ups,I crossed my legs and relaxed back into the brown leather. My heart quickened as his thigh pressed against mine.
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The sexual tension was ridiculous. He must have been able to feel it. The slightest brush of his body against mine, sending little shock waves of pleasure through my entire body. If his leg could cause this reaction then goodness knows what the rest of him could do to me !
"I'll have to be going after this" I gestured tipping the half empty glass toward him. I was a little disappointed when he agreed with me. "Of course" he said and he offered to get me a cab. I declined telling him I needed to get something from my car so would use the rank by the office instead as we finished our drinks.
Of course he walked me to my car, for he still had a gentleman's manner in spite of his womanising ways. I humoured him by allowing his chaperoning. I fought the temptation to suggest a night cap. Fought the temptation to drag him into an alley way or pull him on top of me in the back seat of my car.
Whilst he made a call,I collected my keys from the glove box,and paid for overnight parking. He then escorted me to the nearest taxi rank. He opened the car door for me and thanked me for the company at dinner. As he kissed me goodbye on the cheek,I reached and firmly gripped his toned buttock cheek in my hand and gave it a tight squeeze. It took him by complete surprise. I got into the cab, wound the window down and told him. "Now we're even" as the cab rolled away.
I fully expected he'd have numbers in his phone. Girls he could tempt into a late night hook up. I fantasised about him for the whole journey. Imagining him with a group of naked ladies all devouring him and writhing around him. |
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Sorry I am so slow. I need to have time to write uninterrupted. I will get back to it asap but it won't be today as I'm having a rest.
Thank you so much for being patient and following the story. Much appreciated.
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"You can read one of my other stories in the meantime if you like. I'll bump one. Xx"
Another unfinished one (written on our old profile) must try harder Anyhow it's called The gift of a lady if you fancy a gander. X |
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Day 12
I'm in the dog house for coming home late, intoxicated and for keeping Will awake with my restless tossing and turning. He has a meeting to go to and I hadn't collected his suit from the Dry cleaners. I roll my eyes like a petulant child as he lectures me.
When did our life get so boring ? I say it in my head as I can't be bothered to argue with him. He doesn't question me at all about last night but he seems annoyed. He tells me to make myself presentable and he'll drop me to work.
My mouth is so dry I let the shower water fill it up but resist the urge to swallow it. I could have stayed under that water for ages but he hates to be late so I scrub myself with a scrunchie and quickly blast cold water to wash the lather away. It is refreshing and shocking.
I'm grateful for the coffee and the asprin he has placed on the bedside table. I'll try and force a banana down my neck on the commute to work too as I know it will do the trick.
I put a plain but simple matching black bra and thong on under a red wrap dress and simple but high nude coloured heels. I towel dry and brush my hair but leave it to dry naturally as I like the way it loosely curls when it does.
William kisses me on the mouth but not passionately and tells me he thinks he will be very late home tonight. He'll call me to let me know if he will be back for dinner or not.
My head clears a little by the time I get to my desk and I hope I don't give off any vibes or raise suspicion that I know something untoward is going on. I try to get on with my work and remain normal but the reality dawns on me that this won't be an easy task knowing what I know.
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Lunch time takes forever to come. I had had 3 bottles of water already this morning and still felt a bit groggy and dehydrated so I couldn't get to that pub fast enough.
I ordered a fizzy orange juice at the bar. My team had already got me a white wine and soda with their round but I couldn't face it without a soft drink to soften the blow. I would certainly only be having the one alcoholic beverage today.
He was there as predicted, my heart rate told me so. With his pale blue shirt clinging to his broad shoulders and accentuating the masculinity of his torso. My god he exuded sex appeal. He looked like the type who could throw you around the bedroom (in a good) with confidence.
He caught my gaze and winked at me in the most incredibly sexy way. It made my heart skip a beat and again my pussy responding to his allure. I would have to do something to relieve myself of this pent up frustration and soon.
I contemplated going to the ladies to masturbate which made me even more aroused as I imagined how naughty it was. He would be oblivious to what I was doing in such close proximity to him and without him having to have even have attempted to turn me on.
I would have to suffer the burden of unsatisfied sexual desire a little longer as I was dragged back to reality with the snapping of fingers in front of my face. I sheepishly apologised to my colleague for my ignorance and being so distracted and distant. I had to spend the rest of the break with my back to him. |
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We ended up in the same lift again together on that Friday afternoon. Queue re runs of my sexual fantasy for the remainder of the day. As I was getting out he discretely slipped a piece of paper into my hand. What a very old fashioned way to communicate given the phones and e-mails we had access to.
I found it very arousing that he had done so. It added to the appeal of him and made me see him a bit differently. I knew he was a charmer but this was actually quite endearing and exciting. He had been so smooth and discreet that nobody had seemed to notice. I was so intrigued by the note I rushed to my desk to read it.
On the small blue post it note was written a mobile number. It was different to the contact details I already had for him. And a request. If you can be alone, call me tonight ? Please we need to talk. S x |
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"Don't know about you getting aroused in this story but it certainly had me up and down a few times so far."
fantastic story so far very well written obviously building a picture and sexual tension....which takes time and effort (quote person!!- if you have nothing nice to say stick to what you do best and knock another one out!! |
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