Written by Anon (April 2001)
It was Friday evening, at around quarter to seven on a November evening..
Jim and Michelle were the last to remain in the office, having agreed to remain to complete an important marketing project the two had been working on for the past couple of weeks.
With the deadline looming on Monday, Tony had suggested that he continue a revamp and double check of the graphic layout whilst Michelle proof read and amended the written content.
This scenario suited both, as they worked well together and enjoyed and relaxed in each others company in what could be a fraught environment. The marketing office could be busy at times, but with a glut of contracts coming in, the team had been under pressure lately, but had bonded well, and good working relationships had been forged and strengthened. Jim hadn't worked there long, just a couple of months, but had adjusted well and integrated. He was quiet but confident and possessed a certain poise which had not gone unnoticed by his female colleagues, complimented by his good looks and lean frame. Michelle was in her early thirties, and had worked within the marketing department for a few years, and was popular with both the male and female staff.
She would describe herself as chunky, but in reality she was a size 14, with amble bosoms, clear, creamy skin and slightly reddy hair. She was tmedium height, but had well proportioned legs and a rounded bottom which flattered her hips and slim waist. Her features were striking, prominent cheekbones, but her face was soft and warm in appearance. These features were complimented by a soft, rich voice and assured character, her behaviour bordering on the flirtatious at times yet subtle enough to retain an air of true professionalism and competence. The colleagues sat at their respective desks, diagonally opposite each other occupied by their particular responsibilities.
Jim had just put the phone down to his partner after sheepishly explaining the situation to her, and receiving a mild torrent of annoyance for disrupting her plans. She was going out regardless and would see him later on, which prompted a mix of emotions from Jim, of short lived guilt, relief, annoyance and finally settling on indifference. He stretched, rubbed his eyes and tried to focus on the task in hand. Staring at his monitor, progress was slow but steady and he calculated that he would be finished by around 9. He sipped at his coffee, and reclined in his chair.
His thoughts began to meander, as he cogitated the conversation he had just had with his partner. He imagined her stomping around their flat, cursing him as she prepared to go out to the usual haunt of her work colleagues and meet her small pool of acquaintances. His thoughts began to take another direction as he envisaged her being chatted up by a couple of guys at the bar, then fast forwarding to the point where they persuaded her to go clubbing, accompanied by one of her friends, persuading them to snort coke, neck codeine and culminating in her being doubly penetrated over their Ikea sofa, at the flat, whilst her friend pissed into her open willing mouth. His thoughts were interrupted when Michelle's voice infiltrated his fantasy.
"You look preoccupied… how are you getting on?" she asked from across the room.
Jim was suddenly nudged back into consciousness, aware that he wore a mildly disturbed frown but was quite horny from the scenario he had just played out. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, to accommodate his now erect cock in his suit trousers.
"Yeah, I'm fine… just getting some inspiration. How about you ?" he replied, as he recomposed himself.
He looked over to where Michelle was sat. She was bathed in the diffused light of her desk lamp, which accentuated her features, and added a translucency to her skin and blouse. His mind instantaneously opened its file on Michelle, marginally influenced by the residual surge of adrenaline from his erotic fantasy about his partner.
The marketing team was predominantly female, with the only other males being a middle aged gristly, bespectacled fellow called Mike, who dealt with figures and accounts, and Ben, who at 24 was Jim's age, but was considerably shorter, and wider, but a decent enough spar, and an occasional after work drinking partner. The team leader was Helen, a buxom woman in her late thirties, friendly enough but aloof at times. She also suffered from halitosis, but because of her generous breasts and penchant for short skirts she was worth a second look from time to time. The rest of the team was comprised of Kash, a young bubbly Anglo-Asian psychology graduate, who despite her education seemed a bit dim and irritating at times, although Jim didn't know whether this was his "racial intolerance" emerging or not.
Despite this, he wasn't interested enough to over contemplate this moral dilemma, as she had ballooned in size over the past couple of months, and had poor dress sense. Asian babes reject. Kim was the other designer in the team, in her forties, with a seasoned quality about her, and pleasant features. Average tits, nice arse, but a bit of a belly. Worth a thought every now and then in quieter moments, under the category of horny housewives, but not worth a trip to the gents for a quick one off the wrist. Finally there was Tracy. No oil painting, but a certain eminence about her, intelligent, and a round arse and big tits. Gents material, indeed.
Ben and Jim had occasionally reviewed the team in the pub after work, and discussed the relative merits of winter clothing versus summer collections, when applied to the female staff. Black tights and short skirts, versus flowing summer dresses and bare legs. Ben would be more overtly primeval in his assessments of his colleagues, and after a few pints would divulge his base fantasies which bordered on the disturbing but innocuous. However, both agreed that out of all the women, it was Michelle who provided the most material for wank fodder. Flirty without being tarty, with an off -focus allure, Jim couldn't quite trust his instinct about whether there was an attraction or not and from whom it came.
His mental search engine filtered the Michelle data in an instant. Attractive, good figure with low maintenance needs, funny, and no discernibly annoying characteristics. The search engine finished its mission, out of data. Was she attached? She had come to the pub on occasion, but never stayed for a prolonged time, laughed appropriately at Jim's conversation, kept good eye contact, responded well to probing but kept her boundaries and left a pleasant yet enigmatic aura. She was a contrast to Jim's partner, not so in physique, but certainly in personality.
"Mmmm. I've still got quite a way to go, but I've got no plans for this evening, so I'm here for the duration. Was that your girlfriend ?" Michelle asked.
Again Jim was jolted into here and now, his brain reengaging, alarm bells sounding in his visceral regions as his erection moaned and growled in its enclosure.
"Huh??" was his most coherent response, as he focussed on her eyes, rather than her tits.
"The phone call, was that your girl friend?" she asked again, smiling, and gently sweeping her hair away from her face.
"Uhhmmm… yeah, yes it was. She's miffed because we were supposed to go up Broad street, but I'm not missing anything I've not seen, heard or yawned at before. So she's going out anyway." He replied.
He'd found his rhythm and continued. "So I'm here for the duration too."
He smiled and they were momentarily engaged in an optical embrace, which whilst comfortable, felt ambiguous enough for Jim to break off and look blankly at his monitor again.
"Good. " Michelle replied. And still smiling, echoing Jim, turned to face her monitor again.
Jim's erection continued to throb in its pen, and he was experiencing moderate rushes of adrenaline. His face felt hot and he reflexively loosened his collar. He shook his head, and squinted at the screen. There had been a weighty silence since their exchange, which although not disturbing had maintained his visceral alert.
He adjusted his cock again, but was unable to release the pressure. Jim drained his coffee and looked over to the water cooler, as he felt his throat and mouth drying. He smacked his lips as discretely as possible and looked over at Michelle. She was focussed on the contents of her screen, a light smile playing across her lips. They were slightly parted and the lamp light made them faintly glisten. Her left hand was stroking the mouse on her desk, in a seemingly absent minded fashion.
"Do you want a drink? I'm just going to get some water or something.. " Jim asked the room.
His dry throat reduced this statement to a croak, and he cleared his throat again.
Michelle looked across, the smile remaining on her face.
"It sounds like you need one." she replied, and grinned. "Would you get me a coke?"
"Er, yeah, sure." Jim responded. There was a coke machine down the corridor, and Jim swivelled in his chair to face the door, in an attempt to disguise the bulge in his trousers. He stood and crossed the room, and turned to look at Michelle, who was leaning down, examining the contents of her bag. She looked up to catch his gaze and both smiled. Jim opened the door and tried to disguise his hurried pace. He retained the image of her opulent breasts pressed against the fabric of her silky blouse, as he headed down the corridor.
"Fucking hell.." he muttered to the corridor and rubbed his hands through his hair. He looked down to inspect the size of his swelling, and contemplated taking a detour to the gents for a wank before returning to the office. Deciding against it, he reached the dispenser and fished a quid from his pocket. The corridor was lit only by the subdued emergency lighting, and there was an eerie but invigorating silence to the building. He collected the first can of diet coke and placed its cool, refrigerated metal against his forehead. Pressing the button again, the second can clanked into the slot, and collecting his change and the coke, he turned and headed back towards the office. His knob remained engorged with blood, but he had adjusted it sufficiently to look less threatening, from above anyway, and dismissed the idea outright of popping to the toilets. He nodded to himself as he decided to wank about the image of his partner being double fucked whilst he watched a porno later on at the flat, and collecting himself, he straightened up and entered the office.
Michelle had swivelled slightly in her chair, so that her legs were now visible from behind her desk, and she was at a right angle to the monitor. She was beaming as Jim approached and he scanned her environment for the source of her pleasure. There was a bottle of vodka atop her work surface, and two plastic glasses next to it. He focussed on the bottle and then on her face as he slowed his approach, and she began to giggle, he eyes widening. Jim smiled, and tried not to look puzzled.
"Erm, here's your coke." Jim managed in response to this scenario.
"I was saving this for later, when I was going to town, but being as we're stuck here, why don't we loosen up a bit ? It might add some extra inspiration." Michelle replied, winking in a sultry fashion, a wide grin remaining on her face.
"Erm, yeah, sure why not. I'm not driving, so fuck it." Jim replied. He was warming to the theme. He placed the cans on the desk, and stood back for a moment.
"Shall I do the honours?" Michelle asked, as she reached for the Smirnoff. She broke the seal, and poured two large measures of vodka into the cups. Jim watched and instinctively rubbed his hands together in front of his crotch, before reaching for the coke. In that instant, he was aware that Michelle had flicked her focus away from the cups and onto his crotch, or was it his hands. Jim became aware that his cock had shifted also, and was probably quite prominent, and he inhaled deeply thorough his nose as he tried to contain himself and concentrate on opening the can and topping up the liquor. Task completed, he turned and approached his chair, battling with the surge of mixed emotion and adrenaline.
"Why am I so horny? Calm down, calm down, breathe, brrreeeaaaaatttthhhheeee" he told his brain and the munchkins in his body stoking his adrenal glands. He grabbed his chair and wheeled it over to Michelle's desk, the back rest obscuring his crotch, before he sat and reached for a cup. Michelle had fixed him with her grin and deep brown eyes, and raised her cup.
"Cheers, partner." she announced and Jim tapped his cup against hers.
"Cheers. Arses' up." he replied.
Both took a sip, and both swallowed and grimaced in unison. Michelle burst out laughing, and Jim suddenly felt relaxed. He reclined in his chair and allowed a grin to spread across his face.
"That's better!" Michelle exclaimed. "Now we can get to work!"
Jim was aware that he could check out Michelle's legs without making it obvious, whilst maintaining eye contact. He took another gulp of his drink and felt his anxiety further subside.
"So, Jim. It's good to be working with you. Did your girlfriend mind that you're here with me? Or didn't you tell her?" Michelle questioned whilst sipping at her vodka.
Jim raised an eyebrow, and contemplated his response.
"Well, I told her I was involved in an important project, with a colleague, but I don't think she gave a fuck. She's more bothered about meeting her mates than my professional concerns. How about you? Do you have to answer to anyone?"
He tried this as a probe, to get a bit of reality check. His horniness hadn't subsided, in fact it had intensified, but was now spread over a different plane because of the alcohol. Michelle smiled and lowered her eyes slightly. Taking another sip, she replied.
"I don't have a bedtime. I could have all night to do this."
She gestured at the monitor, although Jim wasn't clear that she was implying work. Or was he fantasising again? He felt a mild surge or adrenaline again, and reacted by taking another gulp of drink. He had nearly drained the glass, and Michelle acknowledged this by gesturing with her eyes to the bottle and looking at Jim with eye brows raised in question.
"Top up?" she enquired.
"Yeah, go on then" Jim answered. This time he laughed and felt intensely comfortable again.
"You're good company, you know. But I'm not sure this will get my creative juices…. Focussed"
"Just as long as they flow, James, that's good enough." replied Michelle, reminding Jim of an encouraging school teacher.
The colleagues chatted about work in general for the next hour or so, taking it in turns to top the glasses up.
Jim checked his watch. It was 9.14. The night was young he thought. He felt warm inside, and his horniness had metamorphosised yet again into an intense contentment and intimacy. He was letting Michelle do much of the talking, mainly so he could absorb the image of her sublime beauty, great tits and legs, shapely through her black tights and knee length skirt.
There was a sudden silence which knocked Jim back into the here and now, for the third time that evening. His responses were marginally numbed, but his mind attempted to calculate the nature of the interruption. Michelle was looking at him with an expression of curiosity. And a hint of lust?
"I'm really enjoying this evening, you know." she said, although this didn't quite qualify her expression.
"But I was wondering… Shall we perk it up a bit?"
Jim allowed his face to express curiosity, although he was uncertain that he could trust his expression to fully convey this. So he responded, verbally.
"Yeah, go on then." was the best he could muster. Cursing inwardly at his mastery of the witty retort, he expanded this statement.
"What are we going to do? Browse some spreadsheets? Do a power point presentation?"
Michelle didn't respond, verbally. Instead she tipped up her monitor, and reached underneath. She pulled out a bag of white powder. Jim eyed it with a mixture of curiosity and enthusiasm.
Both asked simultaneously. Neither laughed. Jim nodded and Michelle moved around the desk, to within a few inches of Jim. Jim felt his synapses crackle and developed goose bumps of exhilaration. Michelle's expression turned to one of concentration, and she emptied the bags content on the laminate wood surface. Jim grabbed a laminated business card from the desk and chopped out a couple of thick white lines.
Michelle fished out a crisp twenty pound note, rolled it and passed it to Jim. Jim nodded his thanks and leaning over the desk, placed the end of the roll up over the powder. He raised his brows before he inhaled and was invigorated to see Michelle's breasts heaving as her breathing quickened. His hard on returned to attention, and he snorted the line in one, sitting up to rub his nose and blink. He grinned his sexiest grin to Michelle, who widened her eyes, and he passed the note over. She too leaned over, and began to snort. The lines had gone, but there was plenty more of the fine white powder on the desk. Michelle slowly sat up and as Jim had, rubbed her nose. Their eyes locked. They both laughed. Jim felt a gush of adrenaline and span in his chair.
"Fuck!!!" he exhaled.
"Yeah!!" replied Michelle. She stood and shook out her hair. Jim looked up and scanned her up and down.
"I've had hard on all fucking evening. What do I do with now? Nip to the bogs?" he blurted.
"I know you have, you sexy fucking bastard. I've been wanking most of the evening. Look." Michelle replied, and turned the monitor round to face Jim. On the screen was a picture of a couple fucking, doggy style.
Another moment of silence followed. Before Jim stood up and approached Michelle. As he did, she reached out and cupped his cock through his trousers, whislt slipping her hand down the front of her skirt, into her tights.
She withdrew her hand as Jim went to kiss her, and placed her wet fingers into his mouth. She rubbed his cock and they began to kiss, an incensed, wet exchange. His tongue explored her mouth and her tongue lashed his. His hand began to rub the mound of her snatch through her cotton skirt and she parted her legs, allowing him to push the fabric of her skirt into her swollen cunt lips.
Michelle moaned and began to bite Jim's lips. His rubbing became more intense, and he slipped his hand down the front of her skirt, and rubbed through her tights. She was wearing no knickers and he let out a moan of lust, which Michelle responded to by biting him harder. He could feel the wetness of her cunt through the thick tights, which turned him on all the more. His mind alternated between intense rushes and clarity of sheer lust.
Michelle moaned in harmony and unzipped his cock, pulling it out of his trousers. She began to wank him off, slowly but firmly, as Jim began to spread her sizzling cunt lips, and move his fingers back towards her arsehole. Michelle began to step backwards, and cleared the desk with her arm, staplers, papers and pens flying onto the floor. She sat spread legged on the desk, gazing at Jim with a deep shameless desire.
Reaching forward she ripped open his shirt, as he hurriedly stepped out of his trousers and boxers, his cock bulging and pointing menacingly towards her. Jim tugged up her skirt and gazed at her cunt through her tights. He reached over to the pile of coke and dabbed some onto his finger. He placed the tip of his finger under Michelle's nose and she inhaled. He did the same for himself, then reached down to the crotch of her tights and began to attempt to tear open a hole. Abandoning this in a coked up frenzy, he knelt in front of her crotch and began to bite the material, until a sizeable hole had appeared. Her fat cunt lips exposed, Michelle lay back and Jim to began to furiously lap at her clitoris and chops. As she began to spasm and shout, grabbing his hair, he turned his attentions to her arsehole. It expanded and contracted around the tip of his tongue and he brought up his hand to her cunt.
He dipped two fingers into her wet hole, bringing her to a climax, his thoughts turning to the dynamics of keeping her on the slippery desk and staying with the rhythm. She muttered encouragement through gritted teeth and he slipped two more fingers into her fanny. When they were lubricated to his satisfaction, he began to probe her arse, her legs still twitching, wrapping tighter around his back "YEAH!! You dirty fucker…" she shouted, as he pushed his fingers into her arse. Sweating now, he stood and clambered onto the desk, keeping his footing.
As Michelle began to wank herself off, Jim lowered himself on to Michelle's face. She reciprocated his oral antics, and licked his arse before swallowing his cock down to its base. She gagged but continued to swallow deeply. Jim continued to fuck her mouth, until he could feel the vinegar strokes coming on. He withdrew and slid off the desk. He dribbled onto her arse hole, before plunging his cock into her pussy. It was tight and deep and he nearly blew his load immediately, before concentrating on building up to a enraged pace and rhythm, the desk rocking and Michelle gasping and moaning in bliss.
Jim growled and dabbing at the coke again, he sniffed as he continued to hammer away at Michelle's swollen cunt, before he withdrew and aimed his knob at her arsehole. Michelle's eyes widened as Jim pressed his helmet into the sphincter, which relaxed and consumed his cock. Jim swallowed hard and inhaled deeply as Michelle's rectum contracted around his prick. He began to pound away, his bollocks beginning to pulse in unison with his strokes. Michelle gasped and continued to wank away, as Jim began to swap holes. "Come on me…" Michelle slurred and Jim, needing no further encouragement, pulled out his cock with a slurp, and aiming his cock towards her face, grunted as his spunk exploded out of his cock, aided by Michelle's hand.
The spunk landed over Michelle's blouse and stomach, and she rubbed it into her puffy fanny lips and blouse material, as Jim placed his still hard cock back into her arse. He pumped away for a another 15 minutes or so, a smirk across his face, impressed by his virility, mixed with rushes of coked up fury, channelled into responding to Michelle's urges. Switching to her pussy, he continued his assault, his mind playing out his earlier fantasy of girlfriend, before returning to the reality of this… fantasy?
He could feel his bollocks swell again and began to stroke deeper and closer to Michelle's clit. Michelle, began to claw at Jim's back and grind into him. Suddenly, they both slid off the desk, landing with a thump on the carpet, Jim on his back. Undeterred, Michelle continued to grind into Jim, determined to orgasm again. Jim hammered upwards, and matched Michelle's frequency.
Soon enough, Michelle let out a guttural growl and shuddered as she came, kissing Jim with a passion bordering on the violent. Jim responded by thrusting faster, until he felt his nuts begin to boil, and he pulled out his knob, bracing as his bollocks emptied, mortar style, his spunk flying up Michelle's back, globs of jizz dropping over her shoulder and landing on his chest. Both lay still, panting, Michelle gripping Jim in an embrace, Jim reciprocating. After several minutes, Michelle sat up and smiled. Checking her watch, she grinned and said
"Plenty of time before the deadline, James. And bedtime."
Jim, crossed his eyes, and shrugged as best he could.
"Fuck it" he retorted and began to stroke Michelle's snatch again.
Helen entered the office and looked quizzically at the presented, completed documents, as Jim and Michelle stood side by side, grinning.
"These weren't needed until next Monday." Helen said, pointing at the papers.
"Oh really?" replied Michelle.
Jim, closed his eyes, and fantasised bout cold cream, his cock still throbbing after its work out.
"Hmmm. Well done anyway. Jim, I was wondering if I could utilise your creative skills later on, if that's alright. I have a project you may be interested in." said Helen.
Michelle smiled again, Jim opened his eyes in surprise and his mouth fell open.
"Huhnnh?" was his most creative response….
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