I’ve been growing increasingly bored with both my work and my sex life, which I guess is how I found my way onto this website. I tend to alternate my time with a week in head office in London, followed by a week visiting clients around the country. When I was passionate about my job, I spent my business trips working until the early hours, but recently I’ve been looking for hot women to share my hotel rooms with.
Although I haven’t managed to meet anyone from Fab yet, the site has opened my mind. As a result I have often been able to find a no strings one night stand with another business traveller in hotel bars.
When back in head office, I have found myself spending more and more time on Fab, exchanging messages, browsing the forum, and optimistically looking for meets. The joy of this website it that the site design is innocent enough, so I rarely bother try to hide my phone when I’m using it. I recently noticed that one lady, Wendy, always looks over my shoulder as she walks past my desk.
She’s in her mid 50s, and has the sexy, confident air of a woman that takes pride in keeping herself trim. Wendy works in a different department and keeps herself to herself, so I don’t really know her, so I found it odd that she was trying to look at my phone.
One day I was alone in the lunch room playing on my phone when I heard a voice “I know what that website is for you dirty boy”. My heart skipped a beat as Wendy casually walked off.
I figured there could only be two ways Wendy could know about the site, either she was a member or she had seen it on my phone enough times to realise what the website was. I had a panicked search on here to see if she was a member but no such luck. I felt sick with angst as I did not want to risk my bosses finding out what I get upto on their expenses!
For the rest of the week I tried to pluck up the courage to speak to her about it, to beg her not to tell anyone. Unfortunately the opportunity did not arise.
On Friday afternoon, everyone was packing up early to get head to the pub when I noticed Wendy was still at her desk. This was my chance. I made some lame excuse to get out of going to the pub and pretended to carry on with some work, constantly looking across the office to make sure Wendy was still working.
Finally, everyone else left and there was just the two of us in the office. Although I’m certain she knew I was staring, she didn’t look at me once. This made me feel more anxious but I had to speak to her.
After what felt like hours, but was really less than 15 minutes, she walked over to the scanner. I figured that must be her end of week time sheet, so she would be preparing to leave, so it was now or never. Once I heard the scan finish, I stood up and followed her across the office back to her desk, noticing how she could have easily played a ‘sexy secretary’ with her hair pinned up, serious looking glasses and a blouse and skirt which showed off her petite frame and pert backside that belies her age...
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