FabSwingers.com forum: Unexpected work flirtation

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over a year ago

Part 1.

It was Monday and as usual I'd got into the office early. An hour to myself to pad around in bare stockinged feet, fire up the decrepit coffee filter machine, check emails and familiarise myself with what the team needed to achieve that week.

It had been an unexpectedly sunny morning, but still with an autumn chill. So I'd been able to pound the streets from Paddington across the city without worrying about sweat marks on my new tight suit. My favourite clients were due in this afternoon for a meeting and I enjoyed the broad smiles of approval they gave to my tighter, shorter outfits. Ever the professional but male approval always lifted the day.

I glanced over my admin dashboard for my section. And groaned. Oh gawd the new marketing manager was due to start today. I'd forgotten. There'd been one good one a few years ago and the rest had been dire, making mistakes, offending the clients,unable to remember the name of the products. But company policy was marketing personnel had to sit together to "brainstorm ideas and connect". My most junior admin assistant had been running their responsibilities since the last one left and doing a storming job. Even tho it was manahement position. Our suggestion she stay in place had been refused.

Brilliant. Babysitting another trust fund babe for a while while they bandied around buzz words and designed leaflets. I tapped my pen irritatedly against my teeth. The main doors thuwmped open as the clock hit 8.30am and the rest of the company began to arrive.

My young team were excitable at the team meeting at 9am, full of their exploits over the weekend. Bands seen, clubs visited, date disasters. I was 28 but they made me feel 60. Their designer jeans and avant garde hair contrasting with my corporate look. But I took seriously adage about dressing for the job you want. And my current boss would give Anna Wintour a run for her money so stakes were high.

We whipped through an outline of the challenges of the week ahead and I nodded satisfied they were prepared. They trooped out of my office and I busied myself with the month's financial projections. My task master boss was demanding ever increasingly accurate predictions and whilst I cursed her I was throwing myself into the challenge.

I was deep in the intricacies of deciding which of this month's products would be most lucrative when my boss appeared in my door. Looking fabulous Helen Mirren style she gestured me to join her but the grimace on her face reminded me quickly we were off to marketing to say hello.

We marched down the hall, she undid a few buttons of her expensive blouse en route knowing that usually rendered the marketing director red faced and discomforted. I smirked. This was going to be fun.

The sales and marketing team were gathered in their start of the week meeting. Their meeting room was cluttered with objects d'art brought back from their business trips. Third year running the light up Virgin Mary with seashells had won the tackiest momento ever competition. My boss and I rolled our eyes silently at each other. The team hung off chairs, mostly looking like they hadn't been home from last night's clubbing. Pin prick irises abounded. I envied them a little but found myself bristling with irritation. If they were good at their jobs it would be OK but having to cover for them in meetings. My irritation was rising.

And then i saw him.

How I'd missed him to start with I don't know. Stock still and sat upright in his chair. He exuded a presence I'd not come across before. Well, eminent surgeons had the same confidence but they tended to be short with a Hitler type complex. This was something else. A sense of unleashed power.

I shook my head. Were the remnant fumes from their end-of-the-month, drain the filing cabinet dry of booze party somehow still intoxicating me? As well as the tackiest gift shop momento the travelling sales reps were also required to bring back from their travels the vilest, most lethal looking bottle of local alcohol which were lovingly stored in an ancient rusty filing cabinet. In the recent office move around the Consultant layout designer had been visibly perplexed at everyone's refusal to get rid of that eyesore so it now sported an avant garde object dart to try to integrate it with the rest of the office.

I looked again. He was dressed plainly. Suit trousers, white shirt. But in contrast to the pigeon chested metrosexuals filling the office, his shirt was straining across a wide chest and shoulders. And his trousers seemed filled by strong thighs. I resisted the urge to fan myself with the projects folder I'd brought along. But I was sure my face was going red. He was utterly out of place. What was he doing there? Who was he?

I quickly adjusted my look to one of sneery disdain. Whilst my boss I noticed had shifted her stance and pushed her arms back and cleavage forward. She sensed trouble too. We both clocked the MD draped along the side of the room next to the PR girls.

A few minutes of trivialities followed with the Marketing Director spewing buzz words and fake deadline promises. We gritted our teeth and grinned. Departmental cohesion was very much the MD's current obsession so we needed to look happy.

And then to my utter astonishment "Stephen" was introduced. The new Deputy MD, available much earlier than planned and intending to do a back to the floor exercise in various roles. Starting with the marketing job. The Director smirked at my boss indicating how pleased he was at his own quick thinking in placing him in liaison with our dept.

I was quickly processing this and wincing at the rage that would erupt from her when we were back in our dept when I noticed he was looking straight at me. Blue piercing eyes seemed to bore straight into me. His lips were mean looking and thin and his eyes hooded. He was rugged and unlike any other guy I'd met. The words brick shit house sprang to mind, but contrasted strongly with the professional air he was giving off. And was that a Windsor knot on his tie?...

My musings were shortlived as I realised my boss was taking back control, suggesting the next meeting and reaching across to shake hands. I followed suit. A large, dry hand encompassed mine and shook it firmly. "Call me Steve" he said, his voice gravelly and deep.

"Caro" I smiled. "Lovely to meet you."

"That's different," he responded, eyes not leaving mine.

"Yes," I held his gaze refusing to be intimidated even though my knees were close to buckling, Then more softly I added (hidden by the bosses discussing project budgets) "I am."

He smirked. His eyes lit up. But nothing else in his demeanor altered. He seemed totally in control. Where on earth had that come from. I never said stuff like that. I was totally work focused. What was going on?

And we left. My boss marching ahead with her killer heels sinking into the carpet while I followed unexpectedly dazed from the encounter.

I simply had to know more about him before we met again.

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Just setting the scene. It's going to get dirty fairly soon if people like...

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By *aythan68Man
over a year ago

Near Birmingham

Hello gorgeous stranger, great story x

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By *ensualNorthantsMan
over a year ago

Northampton

Amazing start

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By *angtidy42Couple
over a year ago

Redditch

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Very good start!

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By *unboy69888Man
over a year ago

fleetwood

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By *d funMan
over a year ago

Telford

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By *thwalescplCouple
over a year ago

brecon

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Great start

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By *hunderstruckMan
over a year ago

Northampton

Very good

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

excellent

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By *us man1957Man
over a year ago

Guildford

Slim set beautifully bring it on

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Beautifully written

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Whilst I meant to hit Google as soon as I got back to my desk there were issues in the team that need sorting on my return. We'd just agreed a solution when I noticed that there was a stir across the huge open plan offices.

Glancing round I saw faces avidly reading screens - but many hands reaching up to absentmindedly check their owners' hairstyles. Not quite the full scale stampede to the loos that news of celebrity clients entering the building provoked but on those lines.

Rather than go back to my desk and check my own email, I grabbed some artwork that need discussing and headed off to the Design department. If there was gossip to be had I knew they'd miraculously have fuller chapter and verse than anyone else.

I entered their domain to find them all gathered round the junior designer's pc. Annabel was a pure home counties gal and not normally a source of such interest to the rest of the achingly hip and trendy dept. Their flamboyant leader Max looked up as I approached.

"Darling girl," he beamed. "Have you seen him?"

Peering over their shoulders I read onscreen the email everyone else had just seen detailing the appointment of Stephen and some brief details of his background which were military and included a photo of him in uniform. That explained the reaction then. Annabel's sudden popularity stemming from the fact her brother knew his cousin from the forces and additional details were being read. I grinned and left them to it, having begged Max for a slight adjustment in pantone colour.

On my way back I noticed the office water cooler at this end of the building had a hastily written note declaring it out of order. Odd, it had been working fine earlier. But as the morning passed I realised that the entire office had suddenly became extremely concerned about their hydration levels and were cheerily trudging to the other end of the building to top up their water bottles. Thus allowing everyone to traipse past Steve's office.

I left them to it. My meeting wasn't going to run itself, the figures looked dire and I needed to prepare. Ever the professional, I focused purely on work for some time. I was staring at the screen, screwing my face up and trying but failing to think of convincing reasons for a fall in Eastern European sales.

"Oh bollocks" I muttered out loud to myself.

"Pardon?" A deep voice rang out from my office doorway and I looked up to see Steve effectively filling the entrance. I hadn't realised how tall he was. His eyes were flashing with amusement again although his face gave nothing away.

"Style it out Caro," I thought to myself so I flashed a warm smile and invited him in.

"Not stopping" he replied. "Just thought we should do lunch tomorrow, touch base to get me up to speed."

My smile widened to hide my irritation. Arrogant sod - assuming I'd be free. OK he was technically above me but he certainly wasn't doing the full back to the floor role here that they'd outlined earlier. There was also something a little mocking in his speech - as if he were taking the mick out of the buzzwords the company were wont to use.

I reached out for my diary (even though I knew from my morning prep that I was free) and pretended to check.

"Yes I'm free" I confirmed, putting my head to one side to convey as much condescension as politeness allowed.

"Thought you would be," he winked, grinned, banged my door frame with his hand and turned and walked off.

Irritating man!! Who the hell did he think he was?! I sat open mouthed looking after him. I'd just allowed my eyes to narrow and my lips to start to mouth "Wanker" when he suddenly stopped dead, turned round and waved back at me.

"Laters" he boomed. And in a flash was gone again.

I slowly shut my mouth and noted to myself angrily no more gurning. Didn't want to come across as a complete simpleton. My alarm for the meeting went off and I shook my head to clear them of all Steve related thoughts.

My efficient assistant popped in with the piles of photocopied reports to let me know the clients had turned up early and were ensconced in the boardroom and had almost drained a glass of wine each already.

I stood up and grabbed my file ready to follow.

"Think you need your jacket," she smirked. I glanced down and realised my nipples were hard and, whilst small, acorn-like in thrusting their way forward. I rolled my eyes in dismay. Had Steve noticed? Why hadn't I noticed!!? I thought I was annoyed not, well, not this.

"Good idea" I responded to her retreating back, threw the jacket on and headed off to schmooze the clients. The heavier material, of the lapels rubbed against my tits making me aware how unexpectedly turned on I was.

"Bloody vexing man" I thought before focusing on the afternoon's goals.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Part 3

I'd planned a lie in on Tuesday morning but with my lunch with Steve on the cards I'd hauled ass into work early.

I wanted a full summary of what Katie had achieved in her short time in the role. They'd been sniffy about the idea of taking her on full time in that team as she had no marketing experience. It had occurred to me that with a fresh pair of eyes Steve might be more open to the suggestion. Not that I wanted to lose her from my team but I knew her dreams and she worked damn hard so I felt obliged to help her on her way.

Time to take control back from Call-me-Steve and get what I wanted.

He'd not said a time but I was dammed if I was going to go chasing him. We all worked core hours where we had to be in the office 10am til midday and 2pm til 4pm. But from 12noon that meant I was simply on high alert waiting for him to show. The worst bit was the sneaking feeling he knew this. It took me longer than normal to compose email responses. I frowned as I noticed small delays from the supplier again. I'd heard a whisper of problems there but decided a visit was needed ASAP to figure out what the issue was. My boss agreed and I'd just cleared my diary for the next day when I became aware of his presence at my door.

"Lunch?" His loud voice almost made it sound like an order.

I glanced at my watch - 1 minute short of 1 o'clock. Hmmm perhaps it was simply a case of lunch meaning different times to us.

"Lovely," I trolled grabbing my bag.

"Not too late am I?" He sounded amused. He did know I'd been waiting, dammit.

"Not at all Steve," Even in my highest heels I had to look up at him. "We said 1pm didn't we?"

No response to my total lie so I took the chance to nip past him and lead the way to the corporate lifts. On my way skirting round the water cooler repair man explaining to Anthea, the CEO's perplexed PA, he couldn't actually find anything wrong with it.

Steve easily caught up with me with a few long purposeful strides. His hand reached into his back pocket and produced an executive lift card. I'd forgotten he'd have one of those.

"Let's use the bat lift" he grinned at me.

Reserved for the higher echelons the lift cards were a source of much irritation to most of the junior ranks. With the exception of those terrified of heights. The executive lift cementing its status by being entirely made of glass with sweeping views over the city.

I was a fully paid up, card carrying member of the height aversion brigade. On almost every occasion I refused to travel in it when offered a lift up or down. Everyone knew this and I had a suspicion he knew it too.

"Lovely" I beamed back and entered first, stomach quailing looking down on the antlike people on the pavements below and the cars too far away for their engines to be heard.

I turned round to face him and found myself looking directly at his chest. God how wide was he and was that a rug he'd stuffed down his white shirt.

"So how the devil are you then Caroline?" he asked.

I only gave the smallest of squeaks as the lift clunked its way downwards. Never the speediest of smoothest ride probably due to chronic underuse.

I focused on his face to avoid looking outwards.

"Fabulous!" I beamed again, trying to mask my growing terror. Then realising I'd missed my chance to correct him on my name.

The lift shuddered to a halt and I sprang for the door just as he turned. Electric shocks sprang through my body as I unintentionally brushed past him. "Oh for heaven's sake, get a grip woman" I thought. Made my mind up we were going to the absolute least romantic local venue.

"Pub?" I smiled.

"Lead the way!" He gestured with his hands, long enough for me to notice how large they were. A primal part of my brain was kicking into gear. I gripped my bag mentally congratulating myself on already stowing my report in there earlier and speed walked to the King's Arms as fast as my heels would allow with him taking one step for every 2 or 3 of mine.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

So... A dodgy lift, an off site visit planned, and a wine-stocked boardroom with city views. Will decide tomorrow which way to take this. Thanks for your patience reading this far.

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over a year ago

"So... A dodgy lift, an off site visit planned, and a wine-stocked boardroom with city views. Will decide tomorrow which way to take this. Thanks for your patience reading this far. "

It's worth the wait ....but I'd rather not

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By *illclimberMan
over a year ago

Bredon

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Can’t wait for more

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over a year ago

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By *r ed300Man
over a year ago

bradford

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By *ongbowmanMan
over a year ago

Grantham

looks good so far!!

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By *uilty_pleasuresCouple
over a year ago

Dundee

Very good so far , looking forward to next instalmentxx

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

As they stood at the bar waiting for their drinks, Steve noticed with surpruse his shoes were actually sticking to the floor. Accustomed as he was to dodgy drinking joints, even he had to concede this was an outstanding example of neglected old man's pub. Given the vibe of the office he'd been expecting to go somewhere more artisan, possibly with smashed avocado on the menu or deconstructed burgers. The kitchen door barged open as 2 plates of deliciously greasy looking burgers and proper chips were delivered to a nearby table. His stomach rumbled appreciatively.

It had been an early start. Determined not to let his new civvy Street life interfere with his fitness he'd been at the gym first thing. Much to the annoyance of Lucy who'd he'd left in bed complaining bitterly. Not that she'd been unhappy last night he thought smugly, remembering his gorgeous, long-legged fuck buddy's groans of pleasure.

It had been a pleasing end to his first day. As he expected he'd not had much in common with the others. Which was fine. The CEO had brought him in to use his particular skills on an upcoming project currently on hold due to a delay in financing. The news about the delay had come on a particularly boring day and his conscience was pricked by being paid for doing nothing.

"Tell you what Bill," he'd found himself saying. "I'll start next week anyway, check out how it works. Hit the ground running so to speak."

Bill had been delighted. The sale of one division was approaching completion and due to be revealed at any minute. He needed Steve for the launch of the new changes that the income from the sale would allow.

Steve noticed he didn't even mention the people in the division who would be made redundant. It didn't bother him unduly. Shit happens and he'd seen far more devastating things. But even he was aware it was considered best practice to show concern. His new boss was a bit of a psychopath he decided. So when it was suggested he take on a role connected to th dept being sold "Because it didn't really matter" he wasn't surprised.

He was cursing his conscience on the Monday when he had to get up and into central London. Old habits die hard and he found he'd arrived early to check out the shiny tower block he'd be working in for the next few months.

A coffee shop directly opposite had provided remarkably good coffee and a good view out of the window to the bustling street. That's when he'd first noticed her. Short and blonde in her early 20s by the looks of it and in a suit that seemed at first glance a little too tight, she was pounding down the street in trainers. Unlike her fellow commuters her eyes weren't glued to phones or the ground. She looked pleased to be going to work. Must be new to London life he decided and cynically decided that wouldn't last.

The guy next to him (who looked thoroughly miserable to be back at work) was just leaving as she approached the door. He held it open for her.

"Thank you!" She looked up at the stranger and Steve noted that whilst not exceptionally pretty her smile lit her whole face. "That's so kind." she added smile widening as she walked in. Steve noticed the guy hold himself a little taller and walk off with a little more purpose. He'd obviously appreciated that smile too.

The Italian coffee shop owners (polite but non effusive to the other customers) also seemed pleased to see her. From the snippets of conversation he could hear, as he pretended not to eavesdrop, it turned out that their first grandchild had been born the week before and been visited that weekend. There were proud displays of photos and much cooing.

His phone pinged an alert from Lucy confirming her availability that evening and some entertaining suggestions. When he looked up the girl had gone. The owners had regained their previous disposition and as he polished off a bacon sandwich he noticed that noone else elicited quite the same response.

He's shook his head. Time to get to work. He headed to the office to meet Bill and then be taken to meet the marketing team. Not that there were many in yet. He watched as they straggled in over the next hour. His computer was not set up yet which irritated him a little. But he was pleased to discover the office kitchen had a coffee machine and free biscuits. Not too bad a set up he decided as he kicked back in his seat. Time enough to excite Lucy by sending her suggestions of his own until the dept meeting.

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over a year ago

The meeting, he discovered, involved the participants trying to outdo each other in who could slouch most in their chair or lean languidly against a wall.

"I'm getting old" he thought as he sat observing them. Though he noted that there were some superb examples of long tressed, willow young women who seemed to be be viewing him with more interest than their metrosexual male colleagues. He straightened his stance a little.

Bill had already introduced him to the marketing director who wasn't privvy to the upcoming changes. A little alarmed to find a stranger in his dept he'd brightened considerably when he realised which position Bill was proposing he take up. As much as his opposite number in the other dept irritated him, he constantly found himself distracted and discombobulated by (what he thought of as) her magnificent bosom. It would be a relief to direct her to this Steve. He was also conscious there was no love lost between his young team and Caro. A rather boring workaholic they all found intensely irritating and demanding. As he explained Steve's back-to-the-floor role he noticed everyone else seemed to be thinking that too and pretended not to have heard a few derisive comments about her.

Steve also caught the muttered comments and so it was with interest he'd noted the arrival of the two in question. He swallowed a smile as he observed that tales of the fellow Directors' tits were not exaggerated. And then noted with surprise her companion was the coffee shop girl. Her trainers had been replaced by fuck me heels. Compared to the dress down cool of everyone else she looked a little too try hard.

With amusement he saw that her eyes flashed with some of the same scorn he'd been feeling. And though she covered it well he clicked her double take as she noticed him. Her handshake was surprisingly firm unlike some of the limp wristed efforts he'd felt like recoiling from so far that morning. Her skin however felt pleasingly soft.

"That's different" he'd proactively teased her about her name. And been surprised but stimulated when she'd retorted quickly but softly "Yes I am."

They'd left soon after having ruffled everyone's feathers by demanding a deadline was met. It might be an interesting week after all he decided.

He'd been wandering the office looking to find another water cooler (the one by his office seemed to have a constant hoard gathered round it) when he spied her in her office. She seemed to be pulling faces at herself in the monitor. He couldn't resist a stealth approach and had very much enjoyed her discomfiture as he'd greeted her mid gurn. Realising he hadn't got a valid excuse to be there the invitation to lunch had popped out of his mouth. He added some of the new wanky business vocab he'd already picked up that morning for the hell of it.

She'd pulled her diary towards her but he noticed it wasn't on the current week and she hadn't glanced down before she confirmed she was free. Definitely fancies me he congratulated himself and wound her up further before he stride away. Unusually for him he couldn't resist looking back to check her reaction. The sheer dislike emanating from her large eyes made him doubt himself a little but covered his hesitation with a cheery wave and as genuine a use of "Laters!" that he could muster. He noted with mirth her look of outrage just as he turned away.

The rest of the day had proved to be a round of introductions and some tediously long winded conversations. In this office, it seemed, everyone clearly thought that using 1 or 2 words was a tragic waste of opportunity when several sentences could be employed instead. He had been glad to escape and even more cheered to see Lucy that evening. Though she hadn't shown that much interest in his day and needed a few of the things he'd found funny explaining. Still it was her body he was with her for not her mind.

So here he was in a sticky floored pub feeling his shoulders relax. He'd enjoyed the walk down. Caro hadn't tried to engage him in small talk and the peaceful stroll had been a novelty.

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By *ongbowmanMan
over a year ago

Grantham

nowt wrong with a propper pub!!

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over a year ago

Food ordered they'd moved over to two old-fashioned, red velvet-covered stools at a square table that was vying with the floor for stickiness. He watched as she delved in her bag for a wet wipe and deftly cleaned the table before he'd even sat down. Obviously prepared but with no fuss or drama - he approved of her foresight and the fact she was obviously at home in this pub.

He took a sip of his pint intending to get to kick start the conversation again, when unexpectedly the beer went down the wrong way. He fought the inclination to splutter and cough determined not to look a wimp in front of her at this stage.

"So sit rep then? " he snapped out putting the ball in her court while he pretended to cough in a manly way.

Her eyes had widened a little at the barked order. But she immediately produced a neatly presented report from her bag. (Was she psychic?, he wondered.) And began to talk about her dept. And talk and talk. He began to see where her boring, workaholic reputation came from. Was it really necessary to know who'd done what and when. Everything seemed to be doing well as far as he could gather so he wasn't really understanding where some of the exasperation in her voice was coming from. He nodded at what seemed to be appropriate moments and used the time to observe her more clearly. Blonde hair in a sharp bob (shame, he liked long hair), large plump lips (but they would, he felt, have been much improved with lipstick), really not beautiful but bambi-like eyes which drew him in. She seemed ridiculously young to be in her job.

Their burgers arrived (no lettuce pusher this one) and he took the opportunity to break the work related tirade.

"So how long have you been at Sprogget Inc?" he asked, awkwardly resting his pint down on the now crowded table.

He was hungrily tucking into the burger when he realised she'd not responded. It didn't make sense but she was staring at him in what looked like a decidedly hostile fashion. For one moment he thought she'd sussed that he was there to benefit from her dept being sold and her team's likely redundancy. A moment later he realised this was ridiculous. And her expression changed too. Lunch continued with a polite mutual back and forth of questions and answers. He was surprised to discover she was older than he'd thought.

However he sensed something had shifted and she'd put up a virtual wall between them. He was surprised therefore when he told her his pc still wasn't set up and she offered to take him to the it dept to get it sorted. He was even more surprised when he came back from a quick toilet break (maybe not that quick - Lucy had sent him some explicit selfies that deserved careful admiration) to find she'd paid the bill. Made a change. Another silent walk to the office ensued.

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over a year ago

"Bloody, bloody man!!!!!" I stomped back to the office with him beside me silently fuming.

He'd not listened to a sodding word I'd said when I tried to explain how brilliantly Katie had done. And to top it all he'd put his pint down on the corner of the report I'd got in early to produce, leaving a soaking wet ring. Tosser. I was imagining my heels grinding into his stupidly shiny black shoes with every step.

I had, however, come up with a neat solution to avoid another ride in the glass lift. Hearing that his pc wasn't working, I'd decided to drop in on the IT dept as they were situated on one of the less salubrious floors which that lift didn't stop at.

We made a quick detour into Tesco Metro to stock up on a bagful of biscuits and rode the lovely, safe lift with reassuringly grey solid walls to enter IT's lair.

Gethin, Head of IT, didn't smile when I popped my head into his office but then Gethin never smiled. It wasn't his style although he was a total pussy cat when you got to know him. Dressed head to toe in black, silver rings on every finger and ear lobes most peoples reaction to him was wariness. However I'd noticed some of the symbols around his office and on his rings and immediately sussed he was a white witch. MY brief flirtation with the Goth community in my teenage years had proved not to be a complete waste of time after all.

Both delighted to be recognised as his true persona and astonished that someone had taken the trouble to thank him in person for getting them set up, Gethin and I got on well. I made sure to always ask about his pet python and to supply chocolate biscuits on a regular basis.

Im not sure how seriously I took the white witch bit but I liked how all the passwords dished out to new arrivals were warmly positive. Most people didn't seem to notice how carefully the passwords were matched to their likes or the most positive aspect of their personality but subconsciously they were pleased as they were rarely changed.

I explained about Steve's pc not yet being set up and noticed his small nod to one of the team behind us who went scurrying on their way. I was puzzled by their slowness. Steve was keeping his mouth shut which was a relief as Gethin could be easily offended. He simply said "Thank you" as Gethin handed over his password on a scrap of paper.

Glancing down I almost sucked the breath through my teeth at it. In Gethin's spidery handwriting the word THUNDER was written in capitals. I'd never heard of such a strong, unpositive password being handed out. (Computer security in our company was lax but surprisingly we were never hacked.) It did not bode well. I glanced back quizzically at Gethin as we left and got only a shrug of the shoulders and a "I had no choice" expression from him. I wasn't quite sure what to make of this but resolved to treat Steve with caution from now on. He was obviously trouble.

We made a quick detour into the post room to say hi to the guys and deposit their favourite coffee break snacks. Trevor had a passion for fig rolls I didn't share but regular supply meant our parcels were never overlooked. Steve looked far more at home with the guys physically doing stuff than shuffling paper upstairs so I left him there chatting about football and went back to my office to replenish our team biscuit box.

The afternoon passed quickly in a blur of work but I was irritated to see that both Steve and Rufus had tagged themselves onto my supplier visit the next day. Rufus I disliked intensely as he was ruthlessly ambitious and poked his nose in on any project where it looked like he could steal the credit. Well it was going to be a fun trip with those two tomorrow.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

I loved that pub!!! You could really chill out there. You just had to be careful not to wear sandals and watch where you put your elbows!!

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Wednesday saw me getting to Waterloo nice and early. As usual when visiting suppliers, aware that I looked younger than I was, I had taken care to look as masculine as possible; trouser suit, flat heels and eschewed my contact lenses for dark rimmed glasses. I was relieved not to be in heels as my briefcase was crammed full of industry updates to read on the train and heavy to carry. I had time to nip round to The Cut and grab a decent cup of coffee from my favourite Greasy Spoon (which transformed into a Thai restaurant after 11.30am).

I returned back to the station and spotted Steve (also early) sipping a cup of something hot under the Clock where we'd arranged to meet.

He was a head taller than most of the commuters milling around him and I couldn't help but admire his air of confidence. He was just stood there quietly observing with one hand in his trouser pocket and not feeling the need to fidget. Against my better judgement I found myself pleased to see him. I was also pleasantly surprised to discover he was all sorted with his tickets when I greeted him.

The boards had just shown the departure platform when Rufus rushed up - ticket and coffee less. I sensed Steve was as irritated as me.

"Has he worked here long?" he asked me as Rufus dithered at the ticket machine.

"Less than 6 months," I replied.

"Hmm, Fung." he responded.

This was obviously some form of disparative forces slang, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of answering and my smile to Rufus on his return was more effusive than I'd intended.

I regretted that fairly soon into the journey. Faced with a captive audience, Rufus took no time at all to start chattering away about his likes and dislikes and what he'd been up to. I cast a longing look at my reading pile and noticed the same expression on Steve's face looking at the free newspaper he'd grabbed. Rufus's voice droned on. Blah, blah... Inca trekking holiday,, blah, blah yoga retreat... blah, blah new food approach involving not eating meat for environmental reasons. My teeth were being to grate with the sanctimonious self obsession.

"I do that too mate," Steve's voice cut in making me look at him with surprise.

"Yup - chip butties for tea last night. Delicious."

It took all my self control not to shake with silent laughter. From the conversations we'd already had I could tell he was dead panning. I didn't like taking the mick out of other people but Rufus definitely deserved it and was also completely oblivious. He earnestly talked through some of his most popular tofu recipes whilst I took advantage of his focus on Steve to fish the latest industry magazine out of my bag and bite my lips with mirth behind the covers.

Steve was obviously on my wavelength and I was finding myself warming to him again. Although judging by the look he gave me when I peeped over the pages the feeling wasn't being reciprocated at that point in time.

"Tough shit." I thought gleefully as Rufus started to opine his thoughts on the environment generally.

The journey was long but the supplier visit was fairly short. It quickly became apparent that what the MD was telling us didn't match up to what we were seeing on the ground. Well obvious to me, Rufus interrupted their responses to some key questions and was trying to take over. I was ready to throttle him. I nearly erupted coming back from a quick loo break to discover he'd almost told the MD we'd renew for next year. It was apparent that Steve had stepped in to explain that responsibility lay with me and I flashed him a genuine look of gratitude.

On the journey home, Steve seemed to morph into a mirror image of Rufus, asking him questions on his favourite topics and actually encouraging Rufus to talk at length. I was able to plough thru most of my reports.

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We trooped off the train at about 7pm. Rufus seemed in fine fettle. He shook Steve's hand effusively and with a very pointed look at me said how marvellous it was to go on trips with colleagues as it really gave you the chance to get to know them. Which was very important. He walked off, his pony tail bouncing behind him as he headed down the tube escalator.

Steve stood beside me watching him disappear.

"What. A. Fucking. Tosser." he said loudly and slowly causing a middle aged lady passing by to look up in alarm and annoyance at his screwed up face.

"Apologies," he nodded immediately to her and her face relaxed instantly as she was met by the full force of his charm.

I was delighted by our mutual assessment of Rufus and felt grateful and in debt for my uninterrupted journey.

"Drink?" I found myself suggesting.

"Think we deserve it," he said. "Anywhere good round here?"

"Yes," I responded and set off for the exit with him following. Dumping my digested reports in the bin as we passed and more sensible shoes meant our pace was more evenly matched I noticed.

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By *uzzy NavelWoman
over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

Retford

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Grantham

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Hagley

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over a year ago

Near

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Even on a Wednesday it was still busy outside Waterloo. The Fire Station bar was crammed and the crowd spilling out onto the street. I mentally wrote off the Hope and Anchor - too poncey for Steve - so we zigzagged through the back streets to a tucked away little bar. My hunch we'd get a seat paid off as the very local post works drinks crowd were starting to peel off to go home or upstairs for food.

Steve had headed for the bar.

"What do you want to drink?" He'd asked.

"White wine," I'd responded pausing to give thought to which grape was going to hit the spot. Crispness of sancerre?...the depth of a solid chardonnay? Or therefreshing lift of a decent pinot grigio....

But he'd turned on his heel and gone.

I was half outraged by the lack of choice he was giving me and then suddenly felt strangely relaxed. I liked them all after all. It was nice to not have a decision to make for once. I took my jacket off, threw my glasses in my bag and let some of the day's stress go.

I looked after him appreciatively and to see whether he'd made headway with the barman. To my surprise he was already being served even though there'd been a queue when we walked in. To my delight he'd taken his jacket off before going up so I spent a few minutes fully eyeing up the firm shape of his arse in his suit trousers.

I was mentally berating myself for my outrageous sexual objectification of my colleague when he turned round and headed back with a tray. He clocked the big grin on my face.

"So what's the joke?"he asked in a softer voice as he clattered back down onto his chair.

I eyed up the full bottle of frascati he'd plonked on the table, the one glass and a pint of for himself.

"All that just for me?!" I laughed.

"Yup." he shot back.

My head shot back in laughter and I poured myself a hefty glass.

"Cheers!"

We clinked glasses.

"Not drinking?" I nodded at the .

"Nah. Health kick. Training. " he muttered.

The conversation flowed. Or rather the questions. I'd quiz him about x and he'd reply, often at length. Then he'd ask me something. There didn't seem to be the usual conversation froth, as I thought of it. I liked his directness.

I also really liked his eyes I realised.

His strong browbridge and large thick eyebrows shielded them - only when close up did you notice how blue his eyes were and how direct. I often found eye contact hard and had to force myself to do so a set number of times per conversation to fit in. But Steve's eyes drew me in. Was I being mesmerised?

Possibly just a bit tipsy on an empty stomach I decided looking at the less than half full bottle I'd knocked back without noticing. And drat I needed the loo.

"Watch my stuff?" I nodded down at my bags and headed for the ladies.

A group of girls were clattering ahead of me and going up the stairs so I decided to make use of the disabled one. Risking bad karma I knew but I mentally vowed to buy a Big issue soon to redress the balance.

Oh god I was wet I realised. Being so close to him, watching his hand wrap round a pint glass and being aware of his sheer bulk blocking out my view of the pub had left me soaking. Truth be told my thoughts had started to wander downwards. How would those hands feel on me.....

Bladder emptied and damp pants back in place I found myself pressing my head against the mirror to try to cool my skin and look less flushed.

Time to go home I thought. I shook my head at the wanton expression looking back at me in the mirror. The door rapped loudly. Guiltily I flung it open quickly expecting an irate genuine user to give me grief.

Only to find him stood blocking the doorway. I froze guiltily like a rabbit in headlights. I'd been fingering my clit a little just moments before, sighing at the wasted slipperiness. I looked up at him with rampant desire.

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over a year ago

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There was a millisecond pause while he processed my gaze. Almost enough time for me to cover it but not quite...

In an instant I found myself pushed back into the spacious cubicle, our bags dropped on the floor, door locked again and his mouth bearing down on mine.

There was no preamble, no gentle approach - just an attack. He took. His lips and tongue ferociously demanded a response. No hesitation. Just an onslaught of sensation. No time to think, to consider, just to feel my lips and tongue responding, aroused to match and meet in equal measure.

He'd pushed me against the wall, his hands either side of my head to allow him to bend down a little while his body pressed into mine.

I'd been kissed before but not with such certainty. I wanted this man. I wanted him in me.

I pressed up into him and as I did so felt his stance change. Hands moved one behind my head and one to the small of my back pulling me into him. I let my fingers run through his hair. His kissing got harder - how was that possible I wondered - more urgent. Teeth tugged a little at my lower lip. I could feel them bruising a little, swelling as the blood coursed through them.

Oh to have this man fuck me! Lie me down, run his hands everywhere, on my stomach, arms and....

SHIT!!!!!! My unshaven legs!!!

Oh bugger, bugger, bugger.

I cba to do them this morning with the rush and wearing trousers. Hell there was no way i could expose him to the stubble.

He felt my hesitation and paused.

"Erm," I stammered. "This is too fast. Its not right. Oh. Erm" I think I managed to say "It's not you, it's me" but I wasn't entirely convinced thinking about it later.

"We'll be working together for a long time" I said and saw his expression change. I almost cried with disappointment as he straightened up and took a step back.

He didn't talk, just turned and picked up my bag and handed it to me. I smoothed my clothes down and he boldly opened the door and stepped out. I followed expecting to be met by a crowd of delighted onlookers but he seemed to have the luck of the devil this man as the corridor was clear. We headed back to our seats.

I was irritated to see that some blonde tart had taken advantage of our absence to take my chair. Still them's the breaks. Oh no I thought as Steve approached her, he's going to give her grief. I was opening my mouth to stop him when I stopped dead in shock. He bent and kissed the blonde on the lips and looked back to me.

"I found her, " he said. "Caro, this is Lucy, my better half."

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over a year ago

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Women, decided Steve, were definitely his achilles heel. He'd texted Lucy his location while at the bar and arranging to meet later. He'd said he was having a quick drink with a colleague, he was fairly sure he'd let her think it was Rufus but Lucy, while intellectually challenged in some areas, had the senses of a hawk and had decided to swoop down on him.

He sensed her arrival - long legs, classy mini skirt and high heeled boots combined with a gravity defining bust and a fragile doll like face had their effect on the male bar customers while the women narrowed their eyes almost imperceptibly.

He knew she had killer lingerie on waiting for him to discover later. It took all his self control not to show too much the effect she had on him. He enjoyed her flash of annoyance when she realised his colleague was Caro.

"Let's go" she demanded.

"I have to wait for her to get back at least. Her bag is there."

Lucy had eyed him up with cat like insousiance.

She parted her legs a little so he could almost see her sharp cunt.

"Give it to her and let's go."

As enjoyable as Carol's company had been the angry sex he was about to enjoy as he placated Lucy's jealousy was too much to resist.

Steve had risen, grabbed the bag and headed to the loos to cut Caro off. Lucy could have a sharp tongue and he didn't want Caro on the receiving end of it. Oddly he found he was fond of her. Conversation was easy. He adored her smile and as shed relaxed with the alcohol he'd become increasingly turned on by her presence. She's sexy and witty he'd discovered with delight.

He was gazing up in horror at the noise emanating from the ladies loo and had taken a few steps down the corridor to plan his next move. He found himself idly wondering how Caros eyes would look while orgasming. ...

When the disabled door suddenly swung open and he discovered Caro was looking up at him... showing exactly how her eyes might shine in his embrace.

The double rum in his had loosened his judgement somewhat and he found himself pitching forward to devour her. Thoughts of Lucy sitting just metres away vanished from his head. He was horny. He was a redblooded male. It was impossible not to react.

He wasn't thinking. It was a shock when she stopped him. He nearly laughed aloud as he realised where he'd got himself. But then she'd mentioned work and he'd sobered up immediately.

She'd be finding out soon enough she was losing her job. What was he doing. He turned away almost, and usually for him, ashamed of himself. Might as well be a complete bastard he thought and relished the shock in her face as he'd introduced her to Lucy.

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I called him every name under the sun. Bloody cheating player. He'd humiliated me, made me respond to him, treated like a joke. God I was angry. My copy of the Metro felt my full wrath and fury as the tube shook its way home.

Obviously in person I'd done a big smile of delight, shook hands (that seemed to fox her) exchanged a few pleasantries and then headed off without a backwards glance.

By the time I got home I was miserable. What a fool. And I'd d*unk wine I didn't like. At least, I comforted myself, he was unlikely to tell anyone in the office.

I slept fitfully. To my irritation he pervaded my dreams. Large body pressing down on me, drawing me into him. I showered angrily noting I was wet again and furious as I'd shaved my legs without thinking.

The weather was conspiring against me - rain belting down in buckets as I rushed to the office. Raindrops running down my windows blurring my view over London.

I attacked work angrily, channelling my fury into the jobs I'd been putting off. Cups of coffee appeared on my desk at sporadic intervals and by lunchtime my bad mood was lifting. Gosh I liked my team. They'd kept out of the way but kept me refreshed. I munched on a biscuit that had appeared. Katie no doubt - that girl was a star.

Actually fuck him I thought. I wasn't going to hide away. I stomped round to his office. My resolve almost faltered but he was texting on his phone when I got there so I had no qualms about disturbing him.

"Got a minute?" I barked out.

He looked up in surprise.

Damn. Damn. Damn. He looked gorgeous.

And he smiled. The bastard was giving me a lazy smile.

Bloody arrogant. Oh god I wanted to fuck him.

No. No. No. Stick to business. Katie deserved his job when he moved on.

"I want to talk about Katie." I said firmly sitting down opposite him

"Yeah I'm sorry about that..." he started. I blinked at him confused.

"Awkward," he continued...

The penny dropped. The sheer bloody arrogance. He thought I was talking about last night. I should kill him. He hadn't noticed I hadn't even used his girlfriend's name. What a moron. What a twat. What a...

The humour of the situation hit me and my shoulders shook as I bit my lips and tried not to laugh.

I raised an eyebrow at him stopping him mid sentence.

"Katie," he blurted out. "Not.... Ah Katie"

I nodded, still shaking with mirth and caught his eye.

Suddenly we were both laughing aloud. I think I even snorted. Great Caro, classy I thought. But I was enjoying the big belly laugh we were sharing.

Suddenly the door swung open and the MD walked in. He looked really surprised when he realised I was sat there.

There was a little humming and haing. (He never knew what to say to me). Turned out Rufus had already got to him and spun hid version of the supplier visit. I could feel my shoulders tensing, especially as he wasn't listening to what I was saying.

I should have been pleased when Steve stepped in, told the guy that I'd spotted x and y and that he agreed with my assessment of what needed to be done. I should have been grateful. But I was just irritated. Was he patronising me?

So when he asked what he was he interrupting I lept in to say Katie.

I did a brief outline of what she'd done to keep the marketing going, how much reach she'd got from low cost but targeted options and how I really thought she deserved the marketing job.

And then Steve threw me again. Without missing a beat he followed up saying he agreed with my assessment and he'd be recommending that to the CEO.

There was a bit of flannelling from the MD but a firm look from Steve seemed to make his mind up and he was gone with talks of getting his PA to talk to HR.

I beamed at Steve.

"Thank you," I said and meant it whole heartedly. I gazed at him. He was a nice guy. A bastard but a nice guy. Weird.

I blushed and shot to my feet to cover it.

"Work to do." I blurted out and shot back to the safety of my office.

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over a year ago

Thanks for all the encouraging comments. Hope to finish tomorrow.

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over a year ago

Excellent writing making the reading so easy, thank you.

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over a year ago

Treorchy

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Caroline very good, you have a great way of writing easy to follow. Thanks. X

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Safely ensconced in my office (with a frightenly large-looking pile of files on my desk to ward off oncomers) I relaxed a bit.

OK so we'd had one small snog.. I was a grown up, I could be cool about this... It had only lasted seconds after all.

My stomach lurched remembering how hard and firm his body had felt and my bottom lip still felt engorged.

Damn him. Annoying man. With a girlfriend. Sighed. Distance yourself I instructed myself firmly. Distance and work.

That plan was going really well until the end of the day when an email popped up from Steve.

"Ping me that file you showed me in the pub so I can write up Katie's jd tonight.

What's your mobile - case of queries?"

The cheek as if I was going to hand over my personal phone number. Although I then noted with dismay I seemed to have already replied with it. My body and my brain were definitely not on the same page here.

It was quite late that night when my phone buzzed.

"So what's with you and Katie then?!" The message said.

I laughed. He was incorrigible.

"Nothing. Perv

She's just good at her job."

Almost immediately he replied...

S: Oh and just what kind of jobs do you get her to do!

I smiled. Felt emboldened.

Me: Wouldn't you like to know...!

S: Nothing I haven't seen before.

Oh. I smiled.

Me: Gosh Lisa didn't look the type.

S: Lucy. She isn't.

Me:??

S: Some of the others are.

Some of the others!! God he had an ego on him. The man was infuriatingly self confident.

Me: okaaaay. C u tmrw.

S: Night.

And that was it. I stared at the screen for an inordinately long time. But no more messages. Disgruntled I fell asleep.

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over a year ago

Near Birmingham

Missing the gorgeous lady

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6.00am and my phone beeped.

S: Morning.

I stared at it half annoyed at being woken and half delighted to hear from him. I waited for a follow up message but nothing came. Just a greeting. Weird. I lazily wondered how many women he sent that message to every morning.

I lasted all through my shower before I texted back. (Well my hands might still have been a little bit wet.)

Me:"Morning."

And off we went. Messages pinged back and forth all day. I stopped thinking too much about what I was writing - and we mercilessly took the piss out of each other in short bouts of banter. He almost made me laugh out loud on a number of occasions. I was in a good mood.

Work stopped early on Friday to celebrate Samantha, one of the marketing team, leaving. We all piled down to Marketing who flung their drinks filing cabinet open to all comers and we sat wedged on corners of desks eating disgustingly salty snacks.

I'd explained how it all worked to Steve but, spying him on the other side of the room, he still didn't look thrilled with his glass of lime green liqueur. I raised my glass and he pulled a face of comedic disgust in response before quickly rearranging his features to neutral enjoyment and back to his conversation with Pandora from sales.

Hmm. Pandora was on top hair flicking fabulous form and I noted my pen stained fingertips ruefully. Oh well. Friends was good and friends was what we seemed to be becoming.

At 5pm the office emptied to decamp to the local bar. I thought I might give it a miss so lingered at my desk a little tidying up. As I headed for the lift I realised Steve had done the same. I smiled pleased to see him and then froze as he waved his lift pass at me.

Oh bloody hell. Back in the glass lift of doom again. I turned my back on the wonderful view of the telecom tower and concentrated on the control panel. He was talking but for once I wasn't really listening. It seemed to take an age.

And then the lift suddenly dropped about 6ft and stopped abruptly. Steve of course remained upright - he had lightening fast reactions that guy - but I of course screamed and fell over in a heap on the lift floor, too slow to grab the hand rail as my knees buckled in terror.

Realising we weren't crashing to our deaths I looked up at Steve. The bastard was silently laughing his head off. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth.

"Fucking help me up you bastard" I swore at him.

"Oooh potty mouth," he teased but offering me a hand and then almost tearing my arm out of its joint as he heaved me up. "Oops a daisy!"

I glared at him and smoothed down my wrap round dress.

He was already calling the lift team on the intercom and I reflected he was quite a good guy to have around in a crisis.

We were still high up and I was starting to tremble.

He's finished talking and looked over at me.

"Not afraid of heights are you?" he joked.

I narrowed my eyes and glared at him.

"Oh dear," he said laughingly. "Cos we are very high up, sooo high, look at all the little people down there."

He moved right to the glass to peer out.

I put my hand on the rail not now trusting myself to speak and turned towards the solid wall.

Tears of terror were starting to form in my eyes so I shut them tight and I was just focusing on not screaming.

" Oh you are. " His voice was softer, deeper now.

He moved towards me.

"I've got you." he said, holding me from behind, wrapping his arms around me and blocking out the void behind.

"Shhhh"

I felt myself relax a little. He was warm and solid and very comforting. I didn't let go of the rail but let him rest his chin on top of my head.

"Well be moving in a minute," he said and I nodded silently.

It can't have been very long we stood there for before the lift cranked back into action but he held me until we reached the ground. Stepping away just before the doors opened and allowing me to compose myself to greet the lift engineers with a false smile.

We exited the building but I was still feeling shaky.

"You're coming with me," he said.

I opened my mouth to refuse, to say I had plans but found myself just nodding. And following his lead.

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over a year ago

Guildford

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It was raining so I kept my head down and concentrated on keeping up with him. I did half wonder what on earth I was doing and why and where he was taking me. But he seemed to know what he was doing so it was a joy to let him take charge.

I did just run a mad axe murderer scenario through my head but then spotted we were headed for the local hotel, renowned for its comfy plush, velvet chairs in the lounge. Clever man I thought, yes collapsing in one of those was just what I needed. Although strictly speaking it was my round.

Maybe they did table service so I wouldn't have to fight at the bar...

I was that busy working out the social intricacies I suddenly realised we were in the lift and going up.

"Don't worry," he winked at me.

"This one is safe."

I pulled a face back and rolled me eyes. Was he talking about the lift or himself. Probably both I decided ruefully. He'd been a perfect gentleman in the lift. I wasn't quite sure where we were headed but I obviously wasn't his type.

"You need rum," he announced. "Best thing for a shock." as he key carded the door of room 121. And then I remembered he had said he was staying in town tonight as heading out early doors for a weekend away with friends.

Hed obviously checked in earlier as I could see his bags. Although it was remarkably neat.

"Sit" he pointed to the bed.

"I'm not a dog" I pointed out indignantly but I sat down anyway.

"Good girl!" he smiled and bent over his bag to withdraw a bottle of rum.

He disappeared into the bathroom presumably looking for a glass and I took the opportunity to check my reflection in the mirror.

Then immediately wished I hadn't. Rain damp straggly hair, red eyes, pasty faced. Oh great, I thought. Well. At least I knew he was just being kind. Noone in their right minds would seduce me looking like this.

He reappeared with a glass full and proffered it to me. And I knocked it back gratefully.

"Cheers."

He'd sat opposite me on the desk/dressing table chair and I was enjoying the manspreading view. Well, I figured there was no crime in looking.

His phone beeped.

"Pandora wants to know where I am" he said looking down at his phone and tapping back a reply.

Oh God I felt a fool. I blushed - time to get out of here - he had women (proper women with swishy hair and vast lingerie collections) to seduce. I scrambled to my feet, clumsily grabbing my bag and heading to the door.

"Thanks so much", I just about remembered my manners. "I'll let you get off." And I reached down to turn the handle and escape.

He'd moved across the room, soundlessly and with speed and his hand shot against the door stopping my exit.

He looked down at me.

"You're not going anywhere," he growled.

His other hand tipped my chin up to meet his gaze full on and to my trembling astonishment he bent his head to launch a full on assault of my mouth with his lips.

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Flitwick and Fakenham

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Caro was, decided Steve, like a baby deer. Gauche and socially awkward but so kind hearted.

He'd been truly astonished when it had clicked into place in his office that what she'd been banging on about in the pub was trying to get Katie promoted. He couldn't think of the last time he'd known anyone go out of their way like that. Not since his forces days.

Her wit on text had taken him by surprise too. She was so quiet in person but seemed to notice everything. Plus she'd got all his sci-fi references. Their sense of humour was very similar.

He'd been taken aback when she snorted with laughter about his Lucy/Katie confusion. He was more used to drama and histrionics. He couldn't get enough of Lucy's perfect body but boy she could be hard work.

Pandora had found numerous excuses to shimmy into his office towards the end of the week and been very forthcoming about what she wanted. She'd made it very clear she knew he was a Dom and had suggested some scenarios that had his cock hard on Thursday night. He'd booked a hotel room that morning planning to desecrate her that evening after the drinks.

He'd hung back in the office just to keep Pandora on her toes. He liked his women wet with anticipation. He'd nipped round to the hotel in the afternoon and stashed a few toys in drawers to surprise her with.

Caro's beaming smile as they left the office had made him feel unusually guilty. She was far too soft hearted he decided. But he'd let her ride in the executive lift.

Her reaction when the lift failed and the emergency brakes had kicked in had taken him by surprise. He'd assumed she was joking and trying to engineer a situation. Then noticed she was genuinely shaking with terror. The man known for being a hard bastard had cuddled her and stroked her like a nervous animal. Cuddled ffs - what was he doing? Getting a bit hard he realised and sprang away which turned out to be just before the doors opened.

He'd opened his mouth to say goodbye and found himself gazing into big bambi eyes. Without thinking he'd told her to follow him and marched her to the hotel.

Somehow it was going wrong, she'd seemed preoccupied as they'd entered the building and his seduction scenario wasn't going to plan. What was he playing at, he thought as he got to the room door.

Rum he decided. Drink the rum and the rest would follow. She seemed to have relaxed and he noticed with smug delight she was biting her bottom lip and gazing at his cock when his phone beeped with irate messages from Pandora. He was just blowing her out when he realised Caro was not falling off the bed but trying to get up (gosh she was clumsy) and hell bent on leaving.

He wanted her badly. No way was that happening.

He wondered if he'd overstepped the mark as he blocked her opening the door but the bambi-eyes looking up at him shone with desire again. She's totally fucking inexperienced he thought. This would normally put him off, his sexual tastes were somewhat hard core and it could be tiresome being with women who were repressed.

But something about her told him she was up for it all - she just needed someone to guide her.

His lips crashed roughly onto hers. He wanted to shock her, hear her gasp. But she came back at him equally passionately, matching his attack.

He grinned. Things were going to get interesting.

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My hand dropped my bag and I reached up with both of them to cup his face. I rose onto my tiptoes and arched my back.

Gosh I wanted more, I wanted him close. His stubble felt so rough beneath my fingers and I stroked the contours of his chin with delight marvelling at his masculinity whilst he drove me wild with his kisses.

Almost immediately he took advantage of my raised arms to start to run his hands over my body. I was used to tentative, often fumbling approaches from the guys I'd known at uni and dated since. Not this.

Purposefully and without hesitation his hands grasped my waist and pushed upwards to run over my tits. I gasped in as much pleasure at his directness as the sensations he was unleashing. Flung my head back as his kisses moved onto my throat.

And then he squeezed both tits between his fingers... hard. My eyes flung open in shock. What WAS he doing? That wasn't nice, that was bordering on painful. I opened my mouth to give him a piece of my mind.

But in the second it took me to process those thoughts, my body reacted in a whole different way to my brain. My nipples strained against my dress, desperate for more, my stomach somersaulted and I found myself letting out a low moan of desire instead.

I shook. I was astonished just how much I wanted this man. I was beginning to feel seriously out of control. And everything was shaved and ready my sensible brain noted. I grinned.

His hands were reaching to untie my dress.

"Sooo," I mused "Who's waiting in the bar for you this time?"

He looked at me, serious for a second, before he clocked I was teasing.

"Noone", he murmured. "I'm all yours tonight."

His fingers had undone the knot and he he pulled at the fabric to part the dress.

"Well there's an offer!" I gazed at him speculatively trying to stop my body shaking with lust.

His hands touched the skin on my waist and rubbed appreciatively over my hips. I bit my lip. My whole body was starting to come alive. I'd never lived in the moment quite like this before.

"I aim to please" he teased back his kisses so gentle now, covering every inch of my face.

"Oh really?" I faked surprise

"No complaints." he shrugged grinning.

"Well they could hardly have a refund!" I taunted.

He paused.

"Door's right there," he shook his head towards it.

"Hmmm," I pretended to consider my options, meanwhile his hands were circling my stomach and reached behind to run over my arse.

"Yes," I responded, "That's an option"

"Not really," he drawled lazily.

I looked questionally at him.

"I'd stop you." he stated flatly.

I snorted, "And how would you do that?" I teased back.

"Tie you up."

Well I wasn't expecting that and took a moment to process the words. My hands, which until then had been feeling with delight muscles beneath his shirt, paused.

"Do what?"

"Tie you up" he repeated monotone and looked at me challengingly.

"Oh god you would as well." The words spilled out as I thought them.

"Yup." he hadn't missed a beat and his lips returned to crush my mouth leaving me unable to think for a second.

"What with" Obviously the practical side of my brain found it hard to shut down.

He paused and kissed the tip of my nose.

"My belt", he replied without hesitation.

I blinked. This conversation was going into territory I'd never been in. I looked down at his waist.

"That belt?" (Oh great Caro. How sophisticated you sound)

"Yes. This belt."

I wasn't really thinking straight. I could have blamed the rum but the heat from his body and the sheer presence of the man were turning my brain to mush. My body on the other hand had a mind of its own.

"Huh" I called his bluff "Show me."

He straightened and looked at me speculatively.

"Turn around" he ordered.

I found myself turning to face the wall wondering what the hell I was doing.

"Mmmmm" I heard him exhale and flinched as he his fingers reached around to slip my dress off and let it fall to the floor. He took a step back and I trembled feeling exposed but wanting him so badly.

I heard him unbuckle his belt and the leather slide through the belt hooks.

I let out a breath and felt my legs turn to jelly.

"Arms behind you." His voice was low but brooked no argument. I held them backwards.

Efficiently he swung the belt around them and threaded it through the buckle. I gasped as he pulled it a little tight - forcing my elbows closer and my shoulder blades together. My chest pushed forward.

I was deeply aroused.

"Walk to the bed" he said.

I was starting to thrill to this dynamic. Orders, response. It was new. I turned obediently and walked towards it while he held onto the belt behind me.

"Lie on the bed." His voice was controlled but I could tell he was turned on. So was I.

However, the practical side of my brain begged to differ. You're going to fall it pointed out. You are not going to seductively lay forward on this bed. You are going to fall.

" I'll fall." my voice quavered.

"No you won't" the voice behind me was strong and assuring. "I've got you."

I gasped gently. Hands released the belt and supported my hips and I revelled in the feeling of handing over control of my body to this man. I leant forward...

... And immediately fell nose down onto the mattress in a heap. In a flash the mad axe murder scenario crossed my brain and I had a momentary sense of panic when I found my mouth full of duvet and unable to breathe.

A milli second later, though still plenty of time for me to do an impression of a panicking wriggling beetle, I found I could breathe again by the simple expedient of just lifting my head up.

"Aw man, Caro", I thought, "you are so not suited to seduction" And I burst out laughing at the sheer absurdity of my predicament.

I twisted my head and looked up to see his mouth twitching with amusement and then joining me in laughing. I couldn't stop myself and my eyes were watering.

"Untie me" I blurted out as his reaction set me off even more.

I saw him shake his head with mirth and felt the belt be released.

I turned onto my back still shaking with giggles and enjoyed the moment of sheer hilarity. I adored his serious look, fancied the arse off the man, but this belly laughter was something else. He knelt above me and threw his head back too. We seemed to feed off each other's hilarity.

"Oh no" I thought ruefully "We really are just destined to be friends."

There was obviously no way we were going to pick up where we'd left off, not now I'd ruined it. I smiled a little sadly at what I was missing out on. He lay down on the bed next to me. No attempt to touch me.

"Oh well" I thought and turned towards him to begin to say goodbye and make things less awkward. I hadn't got naked. I could just about leave with dignity in tact.

He pounced.

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Steve had been momentarily horrified when she'd fallen ignominiously onto the bed nose first. It was one thing to skillfully apply pressure and pain to make a woman scream in delighted agony but cackhandedly dropping them was a whole different ball game.

He'd braced, wincing, waiting for the indignant shouting to start. And then he initially thought she was crying til he realised she was in stitches about the absurdity of the situation. He couldn't help laughing along with her.

He released the belt and threw it on the floor. She wasn't ready for this he decided. And equally he wasn't either. He gazed down at her laughing away, to his surprise turned on by her lack of vanity. She was sexy in a way she didn't realise. He wanted to see her squirm in pleasure. He wanted to hear her come.

He lay down next to her, she was already looking thoughtful. She thinks far too much he decided. Time to make her feel. And he reached out and pulled her roughly towards him.

His mouth attacked hers again, her lips were so large and kissable. Her hands were all over his chest but he drew them upwards and held them above her head. He wanted her to focus on how he made her feel. He felt her initial resistance stop and watched as her excitement showed in her breathing.

Her chest was rising and falling excitedly as he bent his head to run his tongue along the lace edge of her bra. The inward breath she took pleased him and he ran his tongue over the fabric covering her nipple. She shuddered slightly and he grinned in delight.

"Stay still," he whispered softly gazing at her and watching in delight as her eyes widened but she unquestionaly obeyed him. He let her hands go and used his to reach behind her and undo her bra and throw that on the floor to join the belt.

He gazed in pleasure at the sight of two perfect pink nips. So pert. Without thought he dived to take one in his mouth, felt it harden against the flick of his tongue. Heard her quiet groan of pleasure.

He was going to enjoy bringing her to orgasm. His cock was bulging against his trousers but he wanted her fully undressed next to him first.

His mouth moved to the other nip and he felt her shudder a little. He couldn't wait to get his tongue on her clit. He wanted to feel her get wet. He wondered how experienced she was.

His traced down to the top of her knickers. He smiled bemused because they were rather large sensible knickers it had to be said. He looked at her and saw her eyes widening.

Gentle he thought, go gently and let his fingers slip below the fabric while he kept her locked in his gaze. Her mound was smooth and her legs parted subconsciously for him. He was turned on by her keenness.

He'd meant to withdraw his hand after teasing her this far. Get to work with his mouth to make her wet. But the parted legs spurred him on to feel her slit. He was being gentle and careful now. He didn't want to hurt her which he could easily do if she wasn't wet. He brought his fingers out and up to his mouth to wet with them with his own saliva but her indignant interjection stopped him.

"What ARE you doing? She asked with her brow deeply furrowed.

" Wetting my fingers" he reposted. Wasn't it obvious what he was about to do? How inexperienced was she.

He was thrown again by her laughter.

"Erm, I do actually fancy you quite a bit" she giggled. "I think I might be a little bit wet already"

He gave her a sidelong look with one eye closed and eased his hand back down. Her skin was so soft to his touch. He was pleased she was a little aroused. Her eyes were watching him dancing with delight. You have no idea what's coming he thought watching her bite her lip and letting his fingers slip into her slit, still gentle, he really didn't want to hurt her again.

Bloody hell she was soaking!

It was like a well of slippery fluid and it was his turn for his eyes to widen in surprise and jaw to drop. His fingers explored revelling in the wetness.

She was watching him with eyes shining with mirth and butter wouldn't melt expression.

"Yes" he said "Slightly damp down there"

"Little bit" she nodded, lips pursed with amusement at his reaction.

Then the laughter vanished, replaced with a look of searing desire.

"I want you in me." she stated boldly, plainly.

"I want you in me now."

His cock twitched.

"Please" he coaxed. "Pretty please."

She grimaced. "Pretty Please" she repeated.

"With a cherry on top?" he taunted.

She gave him a hard stare.

"Fuck me now Steve" she half ordered, half begged.

He didn't need telling again.

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I watched in awe as he ripped his clothes off, noting the muscly chest and arms and revelling in his thick chest hair.

I was too shy to look at his cock so contented myself with gazing at his rugged face above me. His arms were either side of my body and I parted my legs, thrilling as I felt his cock press lightly against me.

The anticipation was delicious. Don't rush the entry I begged silently. Being taken was my favourite part. I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment.

"Open your eyes." he commanded.

I opened them to find his face hovering over mine and his blue eyes boring to me. I snapped them shut again, this was too much.

"Open your eyes" he commanded again. I did as I was told and found myself drowning in his gaze. I was losing control already and he'd barely touched me.

"I want you" I told him.

"Oh you're going to get me" he said and pressed the tip of his cock against me.

I breathed in, and closed my eyes again expecting him to push in straight away. But he didn't. I opened them again a little concerned only to find him gazing back at me with wry amusement.

"Good girl," he said. "Keep them open" I bit my lip in excitement wondering what he would do next.

He pushed again. I felt the blood rushing to my cunt. Oh god I wanted him so badly. It was an ache. It was perfect. I'd never known anyone take so long.

Sometimes, I remembered, it was all over and done with by now. I always got the surprised reaction to how wet I was, which was very flattering in the rather immediate effect it had but often led to things being over and done with quite quickly. Steve though seemed good to last at least 5 minutes. I was impressed with his control.

His cock was still resting against my opening. Perfectly positioned but not moving. I grew restless. I wanted him. I wriggled up against him,trying to draw myself down on him from underneath.

"Stay still" he ordered, making me gasp.

He pushed slightly, entering me by a cm or so. He felt enormous. I couldn't help moaning. It was exquisite. I could see nothing, just his face, but feel everything. I let my knees fall further apart. I wanted all of him.

He pushed a little more and I was conscious of my body pending up to let him in and hold him in place. I could only blink and beg him silently with my eyes to do it again.

Which he did. Oh god how big was he. I was shaking with the joy of it. Don't let him cum now I thought. Just a bit longer.

His face looked angry all of a sudden.

"You. Are. Sooo. Wet." he rasped. I felt him draw his length out of me and then he suddenly thrust all of it back inside.

I gasped in shock. His cock was solid. Like a battering ram. He did it again. Oh it was like he was creating his own passage through my body. I'd never felt anything like this. I looked up at him begging for more. Not daring to make a sound in case I put him off.

"More?" he looked stern. Obviously i hadn't managed to think that thought silently at all but voiced it aloud. "You can have more"

He rammed back into me and out again and I cried out in pleasure. And then he did it again and again. And again. I usually counted the thrusts but this time I could only feel. My rational brain was packing up.

He just didn't stop. In and out, right out and then in again. He was so skilful, no fumbling, like a machine. It went on an on. And then he stopped.

"More" I begged him albeit slightly worried he'd come and it was all over.

"Shhh" he said "Wait for it"

I gazed up at him perplexed and wondered what he meant.

Then suddenly his cock rammed into me and my eyes rolled back into my head with the shock.

Oh I gasped. He was already out.

I looked at him and before I knew it he'd done it again.

I couldn't believe how desperate I was for him to do it again.

And he did. Entering me hard and swift, like a sword. It was intense.

Sometimes he repeated it quickly, sometimes he made me wait. I was living in the moment thinking only about his touch.

What would he do next?

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Steve was having a good time. Well obviously balls deep in a woman was his favourite place to be. But he'd discovered a new way to play and he was finding it amus8ng as well as arousing.

Sexual pin ball. He pulled back, picked his moment and ploughed into her and watched as her eyes rolled backwards in her head and her whole face showed him exactly what she was feeling.

He smugly congratulated himself on his tactical afternoon wank. She was so wet - wetter than an otter's pocket, as his mates used to say. He was gliding in and out and knew he'd have been in trouble if he'd not shot his load earlier.

"Are you laughing at me?" she was looking at him in consternation.

"Yes," he replied, "Your eyes roll back, it's kind of funny."

He liked the way she looked a bit flustered at this. He rammed into her again watching with delight as she immediately let go of her concern and reacted to the feel of his cock. A look of bliss and delight spread across her face again. Time to take it up a notch.

He withdrew and moved away down the bed. Her look of disappointment almost made him chuckle out loud. He reached up round her hips and pulled her down towards him.

"Don't want you banging your head" he reassured her, planting a quick kiss on her lips.

He entered her fiercely, this time starting a regular rhythm of strokes. She bucked with shock initially and then started to raise her hips a little each time to meet his thrusts. He couldn't quite figure out why she looked like she was waiting for something until she spoke.

"Are you close to coming?"

This time he did laugh aloud.

"I am not going to come for a long time yet." he reassured her.

He didnt laugh at the look of awe and disbelief on her face but only just. He just kept the rhythm up noting that her nips were harder than ever - her body was his for the taking.

He could see her brain hadn't quite submitted yet. Her expression was changing to one of concern. But he wasn't going to let her voice any worries about whether he found her attractive. Daft cow he thought wasn't it obvious. He grabbed her legs and put them against his chest, moving forward to ensure he filled her entirely.

He smirked as she cried out, arching her neck. He was only just getting started.

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over a year ago

15 minutes!! He'd been non stop shagging me for 15 minutes!! I mean obviously I'd been vaguely aware of time passing as his cock had rammed home time and time again. Every so often it occurred to me that I ought to get off my back and do something for him but he just didn't stop and the thinking part of my brain seemed to be packing up shop. I'd not felt anything like this before. I was more physically aware than I'd ever been in my life. Just reacting to his thrusts, his tempo was perfect, a regular, fierce beat against me.

He must be coming soon I thought. I needed to watch for the signs so I knew when to start altering my cries so he'd think I was climaxing at the same time as him. I was good at that, it made them very happy generally. I liked the way their chests puffed out with self-satisfaction as they cambered off me spent. Although the down side was always that they thought they'd done their job and either fell asleep or left, either result leaving me aching for more.

But he wasnt showing any signs of slowing down. I couldn't understand how his arms were still holding him up.

But it was almost to maintain concentration. My thoughts kept unravelling as he plunged into me. He seemed to be growing. Was that even possible? Then I realised I was swelling up down there. Another first.

He spoke and I realised he was saying something on the lines of not for a long time yet. Oh God I'd asked him when he was coming. I really wasn't in control of my own mouth. Just this..bam... wonderful...bam... Assault.. Bam... On my body... Bam.

Oh god he didn't fancy me. That must be it. I wasn't doing it for him. He couldn't come. Shit, shit, shit. How mortifying. I was going to have to stop this right now. That was when I'd glanced at the clock and realised how long he'd been going. Poor man.

Suddenly my legs were in the air, calves resting against his chest, ankles by his ears. I looked up stunned. His expression had changed to one of fierce seriousness. I couldn't read it. What was he thinking?

Unbelievably his strokes got faster and he seemed to plunge deeper into me. I let go of my thinking brain and cried out. Oh shit I sounded like a whimpering kitten. Not sexy, Caro, so not sexy. Thankfully he seemed not to have noticed and I sank down again into a bliss of just feeling.

He just didn't stop. Again and again and again. He was Relentless. I don't know what noises I made. I felt on fire, every sinew tingling. It was unbelievable.

"I want you" I looked at him, unable to articulate beyond those 3 words.

"You. Have. Got. Me." he responded huskily. He bent closer to me. The sweat dripped from his brow. I should have been revolted but I revelled in it. I reached up to wipe his brow with my hand and ran it over my face tasting the salt on my finger tips.

"You've got me" He repeated "Deep inside you" he rasped.

And he changed his position, tipping my knees against my chest, ankles near the bed head.

I cried out in surprise and then in pleasure. He was deeper than ever. And his cock seemed to be taking up every inch of space inside me. His thrusts intensified. How was that fucking possible??!!

But his tempo was erratic now. Deliberately so I realised. I literally hadn't a clue when to expect him. Again he was drawing out his full length and returning it home. He was driving me crazy. My body felt like it was exploding. I shook my head from side to side trying to clear my thoughts. I grabbed the pillow and bit down on it to try to cope. It was so new. I was overwhelmed.

I was a mess of sensation and he was still pounding into me. Eyes like hawks taking in every move I made, every cry I let go.

I stared up at him. What was this. He'd taken me over. Right now I existed purely for him. The rest of the world had dropped away.

"Do you want me to come?" His words were fierce. Shrapnel fast.

"Oh yes", my voice shook.

"Yes, come in me Steve" I begged.

"I'm going to fucking come in you"

Unbelievably he thrust harder, faster.

"I want you" I begged.

His face dropped near to mine.

I reached up, almost clawing at him, running my fingers across his cheeks.

I felt wetness inside me and gasped, thrilled to be on the receiving end of this fierce tirade. He plunged onwards. Oh gosh this was truly incredible.

"You're amazing" I breathed.

"I know" he deadpanned back not missing a beat. The ferocity of his onslaught was unbelievable. He drove in and out. I was in heaven.

Or actually was I in limbo? He'd not stopped. I thought he'd come but he was still going. What was going on? Should I start to make noise? Was he waiting for me? Oh why was it never like in the movies??

"Have you come? " I asked concernedly And waited for his response.

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keep going! just gets better and better!

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over a year ago

Steve had shot his load well before he intended. But she mewled like a kitten ffs, he reasoned, surprised how hard that had made him. And her face looked like she was being visited by a deity. She was biting pillows. It would have been rude not to!

He knew she'd not come yet but there was plenty of time for that. She was so wet so warm. He couldn't resist asking if she wanted it just to see those eyes implore him and hear her beg. In a furious burst of energy he'd unleashed.

Time for his next surprise.

For him it was how it had always been - but as he continued to pound into her (just a little less forcefully than before) he awaited the usual gasp of astonishment women made as they realised he stayed hard after he came.

And waited.

Thankfully his martial arts training, and the bastard number of push ups the training involved, meant that he could keep this up indefinitely but truth be told he had expected more of a grateful reaction to his USP.

Her voice cut into his thoughts.

"Have you come yet?"

Oh this was hilarious. How had she missed that? He stopped and looked down at her little questioning face.

"Yes," he grinned at her. "Couldn't you tell?"

"Oh" there was that flustered look again. "Oh, but.. Sorry... But you didn't stop" she burst out.

He laughed.

"What did you want me to do?" he ask amusedly. "Crash down on you and snore in your ear?"

The change in her face, and the blush, told him that that was exactly what she'd been expecting. He was delighted. She must have slept with some real muppet before.

"Like this?" he said crashing his weight on top of her and snorting loudly into her ear"

She laughed uproariously.

"Get off me you fool" she giggled pummelling on his shoulders.

He mock-snored again. So close up he could feel her sexy deep laugh reverberating round her body.

"You haven't gone down? " she said. He was still inside her. Still hard.

"How?!" NOW she was amazed.

He shrugged in a mock cool fashion enjoying her reaction.

"That's weird" her brow furrowed.

Okay so his gift had been called a lot of things in its time but this was a first.

"Just how it is" he replied and pulled out to punish her a little for her temerity.

He loved the look of disappointment on her face. He could tell she thought it was over. Especially as she glanced towards the clock again.

"Oh no," he thought. "You're not going anywhere."

"Your turn," he said quietly and silenced her with a very gentle kiss on the mouth and traced his tongue down her body.

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over a year ago

Oh god no he was going down on me! I cringed. Oh I hated this. It was always such a bloody nightmare.

"No, no.. you don't have to" I requested gently hand on his head, trying to pull him back up.

"O yes I do." he reposted heading further down.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I usually avoided this at all costs. It was always the sodding same...

It took me ages to make myself come, nearly an hour of finger work and running through scenarios in my brain, over and over til I climaxed.

Every time a guy went down, even when they'd promised they could "do it for hours" They'd lick about for a few minutes and then get exasperated that i'd not come. A couple had even got angry. Since then i'd faked, although when not concentrating on their own orgasm they sometimes spotted it and then got angry. You were damned if you did and damned if you didn't. It was easier to play the role of harlot and take charge and go down on them. That she was good at!

Normally i'd scamper away at this point, start seducing them, but even though i'd be lying on her back now for 40 Minutes, (blimey he'd been nonstop all that time!!) , i felt exhausted.

Okay I thought I will just lay here. I sensed he'd liked me biting the pillow - I could cover my face with that and fake. I was pleased with my plan. It would all be over soon. My mouth was getting dry - I could definitely do a glass of water soon. I let him part my legs and relaxed...

FUCK ME!!!!!!!

His tongue hit my clit immediately. Like an exocet missile he'd gone straight to the right spot. I gasped in astonishment and again as I felt the sensations rippling out across my body.

"What are you doing?" I spluttered in amazement. It had never felt like that before. It dawned on me I'd never been that aroused, that swollen there either.

He drew his head back and regarded me with what I could see was sheer amusement.

"This is cunnilingus."

Oh irritating man! I could see his lips pursed with a smile.

I literally couldn't think of a repost.

"Eeeuunnnghhhh" was all I managed and threw my head back and opened my legs wider. He could do that again for sure.

And he did.

And again and again.

My back arched off the bed.

I writhed.

This was insane. His tongue felt everywhere.

I groaned when he moved away from my clit and groaned more when he went back to it.

Just as when he'd been fucking me hard, the world, reality was starting to slip away from me. I stopped thinking, just felt. No sense of time passing.

It was so different to making myself come. That was all in my head and my body dutifully followed. This was my body taking over for the first time.

It was exhilarating, it was terrifying. It was too, too new. I didn't know how to come like this.

Oh god how long HAD he been doing this. Christ I was so selfish. I glanced at the clock. Oh shit 30 minutes. His tongue must be ready to drop off at this rate.

"Are you OK?" I asked with genuine concern. "You've spoilt me so much. I'm so sorry. I lost track of time." I struggled onto my elbows apprehensive I'd see an angry face looking back at me.

His head was still buried in my cunt.

A muffled "I'm fine. I like it." response came.

Oh hell he was lying.

"Are you sure?" I asked a little frantic now.

He looked up. From top lip down his face was glistening. Oh god that was me. That was my juices all over him. I'd covered him. I was mortified. My cunt pulsed.

I stared at him.

Apologies forgotten.

Urgent need building like a volcano inside me.

"I want you." I said.

He was like an athlete out of the starting block.

One minute face between my legs. Next second he'd risen and his face was above mine, hard cock lodged deep inside me.

I gasped.

"You are so wet. " The same words again but my body ready to explode with delight hearing them.

"Lick your juice off me." he commanded.

Well. Who was I to refuse.

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over a year ago

Oh she tasted sweet. He'd been concerned at first, for some reason resistant to him going down on her. Surely she'd experienced this before?!

She'd bucked so hard off the bed at his first touch he really doubted she had. She even asked him what he was doing! And yet the wanton way she spread her legs and the flow of wetness told a different story.

He thought she'd been wet before but as his tongue delved and circled it flowed from her. The bed was soaking. What must she be like when she squirted? He couldn't wait to find out.

She was surprisingly quiet though. He looked up occasionally to see her utterly lost in her own world, tiny cries of lust and amazement emanating forth. They usually shrieked. If she hadn't been gushing like a tap he might have thought he was doing it wrong. But seeing her revelling made him so horny. She looked younger than ever, cheeks flushed and skin glowing.

He shifted position slightly getting ready to spend at least another hour doing this for her. He was puzzled she'd not come yet but it was obvious she was in deep enjoyment.

It was nice to see her let go like this. Often she seemed to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. She deserved his time and attention.

He nearly laughed in her face when she asked if he was OK. Kept his head down and mumbled that he was fine, fighting hard to stop his shoulders shaking with laughter.

She asked again and he looked up intending to make an ironic comment about actually being so glad she'd asked cos he was bored as fuck...when he'd caught her gaze.

Her look was one of pure lust. Her body, her actions contrasted so badly with what came out of her mouth. Was she teasing him? He thought not. His cock pulsed. He wanted her. He launched himself upwards just as she voiced the same thought.

Oh she was so wet. He slid in to her in one easy motion.

Her eyes were shining.

He couldn't kiss her again, this was getting far too "lovey dovey" already.

"Lick me" ordered.

She came at him with the same ferocity he'd kissed her earlier. Lips first then her tongue licking his face, he could feel it running over his bristles, delving into the cleft on his chin. Her hands held his face and she turned him from side to side. Frenziedly getting every last drop.

Her teeth pulled at his bottom lip. She was using his moves on him! He liked the roughness. Her tongue flicked again, hands grasping his cheeks.

"Use your nails" he rasped.

He saw her eyes widen with surprise but she instantly obeyed. Fingernails gently scratching into his cheeks rasping through his stubble. It was his turn to moan.

Her tongue found its way to his ear. He closed his eyes and let her penetrate enjoying the warm wetness as she slid it around. Suddenly though she upped her tempo, urgently thrusting her tongue into his ear just as he'd slid into her cunt before. He gasped, harder than ever. He shook her off. He was going to lose control if he let her do that any longer.

He pulled back.

"On your side."

She slid into position laying on her right hand side. Obeying but giving him a questioning look.

He picked up her top leg and slid it forwards putting her neatly into the scissors position. And just as quickly plunged his cock into her.

How was she going to react to this he wondered.

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over a year ago

OMG. I'd tasted myself before. It was sweet! I licked it from his stubble amazed. I'd always assumed it would be a bit fishy. Actually I think I'd read that in a novel. One where the main character assumed his first girlfriend tasted like that because she worked in a fishmongers - but then so had his next girlfriend and all the ones after that.

Perhaps I mused as I turned my attention to his ears. Perhaps I read a bit too much. Steve, I knew hadn't read English Lit at uni. He hadn't even gone to university despite being obviously bright enough to do so. At 16 he'd wanted a world of action, reality not theory. He was so different to me, equally matched intelligence-wise-but so different. It turned me on so much. Perhaps there was something to be said for just doing not thinking?

So when he ordered me onto my side and I didn't have a clue why, I just decided to obey.

Somehow he spread my legs and his cock had plunged into me before I knew what had happened.

Plunged deep.

Seriously deep.

I yelled in pain as he battered my cervix from a new angle.

"Stop" I yelled. And smacked his thigh.

Hang on what was his thigh doing within reach? Was he kneeling? My jaw fell open. I was being fucked in a new way. I didn't even know the name for this way of doing it.

"What are you doing?" my voice was shaky. Too late I realised I was beginning to sound like a broken record. He was going to think I was a total virgin at this rate. I cringed and moaned in embarrassment.

He took that as a sign that I was good to go though and plunged a few more times.

Oh God no. I couldn't take this. It was pain and pleasure at the same time. The biggest head fuck ever.

"Stop" I yelled, scrambling up the bed to try and escape his cock.

"Seriously stop".

He paused and I relaxed.

"Too much" I whimpered. Half afraid again he'd be cross with me.

I thought he hadn't moved and then I felt his breath on the back of my neck. Followed shortly by his lips. One gentle kiss followed another. I rolled more onto my front. My back had always been so sensitive to touch. I breathed a huge sigh. Letting go of any tenseness.

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over a year ago

This has to be one of the best stories on here.

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over a year ago

Steve took it down a notch. It was obvious he was going to break her if he'd carried on. She couldn't take it now but. he mused as he set to exploring her body, she'd definitely got potential.

He kissed her on the back. Her reaction to this was unexpected. She began to writhe and her pelvis bucked up and down. He tentatively gripped her skin with his teeth, unsure of how'd she respond.

Her intake of breath and shudder of pleasure told him all he needed to know. He covered every inch of her skin, kissing, sucking and gently biting, a little harder each time.

He was driving her crazy. The biting provoked little cries mingled with sighs of delight and ecstasy. This is the first time she's mixed pleasure and pain he thought and it pleased him to know he was the one introducing this to her.

He reached down to stroke the small of her back. She was quivering beneath his hands, her round arse shaking in a way that would have made him hard if he wasn't already. It was too much to resist.

He raised his hand and spanked her right cheek - not full force but with a pleasingly reverberating effect on her skin, a loud crack as he made contact and a roar of outrage from her followed by a cry of disbelieving pleasure.

"Oh she liked this" he thought, doing it again,noting her skin had already reddened where his palm had hit down.

"Oh!" her voice was slightly muffled by her face pressing into the mattress, her hair falling everywhere. "You're spanking me!" She marvelled.

He smiled to himself and raised an eyebrow.

He crashed his hand down three more times, stinging her skin,and bent over her.

"Yes I am" he whispered into her ear. "And you fucking LOVE it, don't you."

He revelled in her reaction. She could only nod dumbly at him.

It was slightly trickier lying with his mouth near her ear but his core strength meant he could reach back and crack his palm back down a few more times.

She quivered again, breath cut short each time.

"I am such a slut." she gasped in wonderment.

"You are." he spoke hotly into her ear. "You are a total slut." She groaned in pleasure.

"How wet had this made her?" he wondered silently. He had an urgent need to find out.

"Get up. On your knees"

"No" she laughed "I'm not your slave!"

"No you're my slut."he told her harshly." On your knees. Now! "

He hoicked her hips up and she mock grudgingly got into position.

He kneeled behind admiring the view of her plump arse.

She wiggled her bum in a deliberately coquettish manner.

" Right," he thought." Let's show you." And he reached down to grab her hair with one hand and yank her head back a little whilst he braced himself against her arse with the other.

As he launched into her she issued a guttural cry. This time he wasn't stopping. Although she was completely soaking, he could feel it running down onto his balls. He wasn't certain he could have stopped even if he wanted to.

He tore into her mercilessly,again and again. Her head bent to touch the mattress and her cunt lifted up for him. He could sense that her breasts were swinging wildly and her moans were again part pain part pleasure.

His hands held him hips firmly, fingers digging into flesh. Sometimes holding her still, other times dragging her towards him to meet his thrusts. Every lunge tore a cry from her throat. He could have gone on longer but he sensed he was on the brink of tipping her more into pain than pleasure.

He upped the force and tore into her.

"Steve!" she gasped. "Oh God Steve".

"No just Steve" he couldn't resist quipping but doubled the power and reined long fierce strokes down on her, bringing on his own orgasm. He shuddered with pleasure himself as he filled her with his spunk.

The sweat was dripping from his brow. He let her go and she collapsed forward.

He lay down over her. Grinned and couldn't resist putting his head next to her mock snoring.

"I came!" he opened his eyes grinning at her. "Can you tell"

The look of dazed bliss that had been in her eyes vanished and she roared with laughter.

"Fool! " she said, lightly tapping his shoulder in what he guessed was meant to be a slap.

She giggled away which set him off.

"Thank you" she said simply. "That was lovely."

"My pleasure" he responded a little surprised. He was fairly sure she hadn't come and yet she was still thanking him.

"Will you put your full weight on me?" she asked.

It would have been churlish to not oblige.

Her sigh of sheer delight, as he took his weight off his arms and pressed her into the mattress, inspired him to stretch out her arms covering them with his own. He spread his legs over hers and pinned down the upward soles of her feet against his. He rested his cheek against hers and completely enveloped her.

Her eyes closed and they lay still. His heart beat was slowing. He noticed a drop of sweat roll of his nose onto her cheek. She didn't seem to mind. He closed his eyes and lay there enjoying the stillness.... the quiet... The intimacy.

Actually this was way too intimate for him. He sprung up.

"Time for a shower" he blurted out and headed for the bathroom.

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

"I was spent, " I thought as I lazed on the bed. "Utterly, utterly spent".

It felt like I really understood the meaning of that term for the first time ever. I watched his gorgeous arse retreating into the bathroom, noting he hadn't locked the door.

I rolled on to my back staring up wordlessly at the ceiling. I let my hand drift down to feel my clit. Oh gosh, far too sensitive I thought as it protested.

I scrambled up and reached for my phone for a selfie. I really needed to see how I looked right now, capture this moment.

Oh dear, hot and sweaty it seemed. I rolled my eyes.

Had that all really happened? I looked round, noticed the rain against the window for the first time. Well I wasn't asleep. Even if it did all feel like a dream.

God he'd spanked my arse. I stood on the bed, twisting round trying to see if he'd left a mark. Nearly fell off the bed.

Hmm. Best take it easy. No fast movements. I was, I realised, blissed out. And what was I thinking. Any second now his cum was going to sliding down my legs. Couldn't see any tissues in the room but I heard the shower switch on.

"Great" I thought "I can go in and nick some loo paper without him seeing" and followed him into the shower.

Oh bugger, there was no curtain just a trendy glass screen. And he was stood there with the water running over him.

I gulped. He was truly magnificent naked. Broad muscly shoulders, thick chest, flat stomach and action man hips leading to thick powerful thighs. I leaned against the door frame and bit my lip in admiration watching as he soaped himself.

And soaped and soaped. Gosh he took his washing routine seriously. This must be a forces thing I decided. I'd seen a documentary on women officers and they'd been taken into the woods to show how to wash themselves and keep clean in the field. They were obviously all obsessed with hygiene!

He looked up and clocked me grinning at him.

"Coming in?" he asked.

I joined him. Enjoying the warmth of the water whilst surreptitiously trying to clean between my legs. I ran my hand over his chest hair. It was springy, both soft and wiry to the touch.

I was surprised when he lifted my chin and kissed me. The water ran down over our faces. Another first for me. Oh but the water kept filling my mouth.

It was sexy but it was a bit drowny too. I reached for the soap as an excuse to put my head down again.

He got out and started towelling himself down. I began to fear for the stitched seams as he manhandled it roughly but expertly over his body. This looked like a military manoeuvre too. I swear it let out a sigh of exhaustion and relief as he dropped it on the floor!

I grabbed a towel myself and rubbed myself down in what now felt like a terribly amateur manner. Although it did the job. I'd arranged to meet friends later. And not ones I wanted to let down. Was it going to be awkward if I left now though.

I exited the bathroom to find him already dressed. Blimey he didn't stick fast.

"I have to meet my friends later" he said checking his phone.

Phew I thought. No awkwardness here.

"That's OK I said." I need to get going too." And scrambled around for my knickers and other clothing. I think he had his back turned when I mistimed my foot entry into my pants and nearly fell over. He definitely wasn't looking when I looked up to check.

"Ready" I beamed. I was quite taken that he walked out with me and kissed me gently on the cheek as I turned towards my tube station.

"Chat later" he said tapping his phone and I grinned in reply and headed off.

I had a great evening with friends. Everyone said I seemed very relaxed. But on Saturday morning I woke with a stinking, streaming cold.

"Typical," I thought. "As long as you were stressed and busy you fought the bugs off, but as soon as your body relaxed you were immediately open to attack."

I dosed myself up on lemsip, treated myself on kindle started a ping pong conversation with Steve (who was hale and hearty) and having a great time on the stag weekend.

Our messages meandered from conversational back to what we'd enjoyed the previous night. And got filthier as the weekend went on.

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over a year ago

Somehow he coaxed out of me thoughts I'd never shared with anyone else, things I wanted to try.

He used words and terms I had to furiously Google to understand... Drawing in my breath sometimes at explicit images and becoming increasingly aroused at what I read.

Monday I still felt a bit lousy. There was no way I was tackling the hour commute and I'd only give it to the others. I was missing the monthly company lunch/update, which was a shame tho. I rang in sick and got Katie to ping me a couple of files over to work on.

After the lunch she emailed again to say there had nearly been a revolt. The usual vast beige buffet - much derided, but never a sausage roll left unscoffed - had been replaced by a few vegan platters. Having to listen to the company's progress against long and short term goals was tedious enough but to be expected to do it on a few sticks of celery was something else it seemed. And the MD who had to give the talk was the one most visibly narked. Apparently Steve had organised it and the full fury of a supposedly laid back company had been unleashed at him in icy glares. There was already, Katie noted, a "Make love not war" poster tacked up in the kitchen.

I texted Steve immediately. What had he been thinking?

"Rufus is the biggest counting twat ever!" came back the reply.

He rang. It was lovely to hear his low gravelly voice.

Turned out Rufus had taken it on himself to tell Anthea the PA that Steve was really into vegan food and had asked him to organise this.

Steve had a vague recollection of agreeing on the train journey that vegan buffets could be as nice as meaty buffets. But not this. I howled with laughter as he described the MD's impotent fury and he'd been Billy no mates all day in his office.

"You sound better" he said. "Alright for some skiving at home" "I am not skiving!!" I insisted indignantly. I've been working all day.

"Ahh. So feeling better?" he asked?

"Yes much" I replied tartly.

"That's great" he said. "But I'd better pop over tonight and check for myself"

My chest fluttered. Oh he wanted to see me. I felt flushed. I mean I thought he did but he hadn't actually spelt it out and I tended to be very cautious in case I got the wrong end of the stick.

"Oh! " I managed in surprise. Agh not cool Caro, so not cool.

"Well you sound pleased about that!" he laughed.

"No, no. I am" I stammered in indecent haste. "That would be lovely" I gave him my address and he rang off telling me he'd see me at 7pm.

I quickly finished up my work, time for a refreshing snooze and then a shower and to make my legs and other bits smooth and ready for him.

I couldn't wait to see what that evening would bring...

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over a year ago

so near and yet so far....

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over a year ago

It was 7.03pm when he arrived. So technically late. But I knew most people didn't take things as literally as I was wont to do and that this counted as being on time.

"Sorry I'm late" he said as I let him in.

Oh - he was as pedantic as me!

I grinned.

What I wanted to do was launch myself at him. But that seemed a bit tarty. And he seemed a bit hesitant. Oh what if I'd got it wrong and it was just a social call?

"Coffee?" I asked brightly.

"Perfect" he said.

I turned into the kitchen and switched the coffee machine on. Scrunched my nose up as I chose a flavour for him. "Fortado" I decided. Strong like him.

"Two sugars, no milk" he ordered.

That was a bit cheeky I thought. I nodded towards the sugar bowl. Help yourself I said over the noise of the machine spewing coffee into the mug.

"Your job" he nodded at it too. "You don't have a dog and bark yourself."

My jaw dropped. Had he really just called me a dog? Who on earth did he think he was?

He started laughing.

"You are SO easy to wind up" he smirked at me.

I grinned back.

"You are a bad man." I mock scolded.

"Well I've been called worse" he nodded seriously.

The coffee finished and I turned my back to put the sugar in.

"I'll do it" his voice said.

"Good god, no." I teased stirring the cup. "Can't have you doing hard manual labour like that!"

His whole body was suddenly behind me, pinning my hips against the counter top.

His hand lifted the back of my hair and I felt his warm breath and then kiss on the back of my neck.

I trembled. Oh hell, I was putty in his hands already. I meant to be seductive tonight.

"Shall we go to bed?" his voice was warm and deep in my ear.

"What about the coffee" I asked with faux concern, twisting around to look up at him. "

" I'm drinking that"he replied his bearpaw like hand reaching out to grasp his drink.

"Not shagging me on the kitchen table?" I taunted.

He looked at it speculatively.

Oh hell no, I thought. The legs were dodgy and it was liable to collapse if I used all the heavy plates, it wasn't going to take any kind of sexual abuse.

I grabbed his free hand.

" Come on" i said, guiding him to the bedroom.

It looked tidy. I'd even found clean sheets. As long as he didn't open any wardrobe drawers I could happily maintain the pretence of domestic capability. I was glaring fiercely at the wardrobe silently warning it not to fling the doors open when I realised he was already undressed.

Oh. He was in my bedroom naked. I mean obviously that was what I'd hoped and anticipated would happen but maybe not quite this fast.

I looked him up and down.

Boldly gazed at his cock this time.

Oh! He wasn't as big as I'd thought. It already seemed to be erect. And yes he was aware I was looking cos he pulsed it. I bit my lip. He had a TARDIS cock, I thought with amusement. Bigger on the inside than the outside.

But I also noticed I was actually salivating at the sight of him. I swallowed hastily. A little taken aback by my own lust.

I'd dressed quite modestly. I'd opened up my underwear drawer to choose something sexy and seductive but incomprehensibly could only see a selection of greying (formerly known as white) M&S knickers, and some fraying black pants from Sainsburys.

This was possibly, I realised, because I'd never actually bought myself any sexy underwear, a terrible oversight I intended to correct ASAP. It hadn't stopped me shutting the drawer angrily. It was, I'd decided, probably best to go commando. So I'd left the bra drawer shut too, moisturised myself all over and slipped a Jersey knee length dress on.

And here he was naked in front of me. He reached out and pulled me in for a kiss.

Oh his lips felt amazing. Just as strong and searching as Friday. I could feel his cock pressing against me and I inhaled deeply, already excited.

I pulled back from him.

"Lie down," I said in exactly the same commanding tone he used.

He grinned. "Please," he teased.

"Please lie down" I repeated back to him.

He sat on the edge of the bed and lay back.

I eyed him speculatively. I needed to repay him for Friday.

I parted his knees and traced my fingers along both his inner thighs.

"Mmmm" I heard him say.

Then he wriggled further up the bed.

Oh no. I was a bit crestfallen. He'd been nicely in position for me to get to work kneeling on the floor. Now I was going to have to get on the bed. I hadn't done it from this angle before. Exasperating man.

I climbed on the bed and planted a kiss on his stomach.

Oh well, in for a penny....

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over a year ago

Steve had arrived determined not to waste a second. He wanted to push her boundaries tonight. He'd been mildly nervous as she opened the door (his own reasons, best not to go into that) but those had been quickly allayed by the sight of her delighted grin.

He was all set to take her from behind against the kitchen counter but was puzzled by her granny dress. Was she expecting a social? Before he knew it she'd led him to the bedroom. He wasn't used to not being the one in control so stripped off quickly to show her who was boss.

He enjoyed watching her blush and pushing his cock against her. He was about to rip that God awful dress off her when she'd told him to get on the bed.

He was amused. She was a quick learner, he'd give her that, her impression of him was almost spot on. He hesitated, this wasn't his style, but then went along with it for once, simply intrigued to see what she had planned.

Oh. He could see in her eyes as she looked at his cock, what she had planned. This was sweet. With her level of experience it wasn't going to be a blow job to remember but she obviously wanted to try.

"Well, let's see what she can do." he thought. Plenty of time to train her up.

He lay back and closed his eyes, smiling at her obvious hesitation. Had she bitten off more than she could chew he wondered, wincing slightly as his less than choice metaphor as she clambered on to the bed.

He was laughing to himself at her lack of style and then at her kiss on his stomach.

"Bless" he thought,"She hasn't a clue where to start"

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over a year ago

I traced my tongue down his stomach but slightly to the side of his cock and down to his inner thigh. I drew back making sure not to touch his balls and crossed over to the other thigh. And traced a mirror route back up. He was twitching interestedly I was pleased to see.

He moved his hands to behind his head, eyes still shut.

I bent my head and rubbed my right cheek against his cock.

Ooh that got his attention, one eye had snapped open to look at me. I held his gaze as I moved to rub my left cheek against it. Cat noises, not cool, cat like rubbing otoh usually had a good effect I found.

Tongue out, I traced up his cock from base to tip. So, so gently and repeated on the left and then just as slowly on the right. I could feel his slight irritation. I knew full well this wasn't the pressure that he wanted.

Just a few seconds more I thought.

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I lifted my mouth up to the head, of his cock and made as if to kiss the tip, opening my mouth wide at the last second and taking him all the way in til he hit my tonsils.

I heard his intake of breath and set my tongue to work.

Up down side to side.

I didn't stop.

I lifted up a little so I could dart my tongue tip around his frenulum.

And then sank bank down heavily on him.

And repeat.

On stop licking, flicking. I paused only to take his balls in my mouth before repeating the process. He felt rock hard.

I held his base firmly and started to stroke him.

"No hands" his voice sounded slightly higher pitched than normal I had to say.

I ignored him.

Felt his hands reach down and grab my hair twisting it into his fingers.

"No hands" he repeated. I obeyed this time putting them either side to support me as I took him into my mouth.

His hands pushed and pulled on my head teaching me his favourite rhythm til he could let go and I took him further and further in.

So far in. I felt my throat constrict around him.

Oh no I was going to gag. I'd read I just needed to relax through it and I tried, but he was so deep no air could get in and I dry retched. I looked up at him. What would he think?

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over a year ago

"The minx" thought Steve, "she was full of surprises."

Her blow job skills weren't top notch but definitely much better than expected. Her hand job had been way too good. He'd had to stop her straight away and he he'd been far too tempted to start full on face fucking her. He stopped himself judging that she wasn't the eye streaming, mascara running type. Well, not yet anyway and it looked like he'd have to buy her the mascara as she never seemed to wear any.

He pulled her up and kissed her hungrily.

"Get on top" he ordered.

He saw her hesitate but still obey. Only she straddled his stomach. He ran his hands up the outside of her thighs under the dress discovering she had no underwear on.

He tore the granny dress up off over her head and flung it away. Her hands tried to smooth down her messed up hairstyle, blocking his view of her tits. He reached up to grab her wrists and bring each arm back down to the side of her body.

She was biting her lip and seemed reluctant to meet his gaze.

Has she done this before he wondered?

He'd been surprised, in their text conversations over the weekend, just how many blokes she had slept with but more amazed by her ability to single handedly pick one duff lover after another. It turned out she had actually been expecting him to be all done and dusted 5 mins after he'd got going!

She was blushing. He was aroused.

"Get on top of me" he demanded.

She rose and shimmied backwards a little. He watched her brow furrow with concentration as she guided his cock to her entrance.

He could feel she was already wet.

He grasped her thighs to steady her and let her sink down slowly on his length.

She started to rise and fall. And he stayed still enjoying the sight of her breasts swinging freely. Not large, more of a nice handful, but nips just inviting his teeth to do their worst.

She closed her eyes and threw her head back, raising her arms to run her fingers through her hair. He watched her threw narrowed eyes. She looked like the girl in the Timotei ad. Exactly like the girl in the Timotei ad actually.

She was faking.

He regarded her thoughtfully, letting her ooh and ahh for a bit. It sounded good he acknowledged but nothing like the noises she'd made last time.

His cock was quite happy but he wanted to see her lose it.

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over a year ago

He had bloody enormous hips, I'd realised as I tried to straddle him.

He was so well toned you didn't notice but I was struggling to get my leg over. I was used to slim hipped guys. This felt like being in a reverse set of stirrups, legs thrust wide open. I was going to do the splits at this rate. Or tear some ligaments.

I was congratulating myself on a job well done, got a rhythm going (this definitely wasn't the position for me as I couldn't feel him anything like yesterday) started making convincing noises and even done some hair swishy stuff. I'd just give it a bit longer and suggest another position.

"Lean back" he told me and I silently groaned. If he was enjoying this I'd have difficulty persuading him to move on.

I lifted myself up and did as he said. The sub girl stuff seemed to turn him on.

I noticed he'd shifted his own position slightly but thought nothing of it as I started to ease back down.

OMG!!!

OMG. OMG. OMG.

I felt every mm of his cock thrusting into me this time.

My jaw dropped.

How?

We'd only changed position slightly, I realised he'd pushed up to meet me.

I repeated the movement. The same exquisite sensation. I gasped. This was amazing.

I looked at him in astonishment.

There was no escaping that smug grin. He knew exactly what he'd done. I burned with irritation. He was so arrogant.

I shut my eyes firmly and began to ride him purely to please myself.

Well, irritated or not there was no way I was getting off yet.

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Steve put his hands behind his head and watched her with delighted amusement.

Her eyes were closed and her face rapt with concentration to start with as she rose and fell on his cock.

She wasn't faking now.

He enjoyed seeing her ecstasy grow. He wasn't used to being so uninvolved, it felt odd not to be fingering a clit or using some of his other tricks.

But watching her discover her own body was a delight. It was like she'd forgotten he was there. She bucked, rubbed, went fast then slow. She didn't stop. Her moans were loud then soft. Her skin was glistening. She was living in the moment he could tell. It was wonderful to see. Some movements she'd repeat furiously, others try once and move onto something else. He could feel her slowly swelling inside.

He grinned.

Her shot open and he saw her face look mortified.

"You're laughing at me!" She gasped in genuine horror.

He laughed and shook his head

"I'm enjoying watching you." he said.

"You look like you're having a good time."

She blushed. Oh so sweet.

"Oh I was just using you" she stuttered. "I was meant to be doing stuff for you this time and I've just been thinking about myself"

He tapped his mouth.

"Come here" he said.

She looked down at him.

"Come here," he told her more firmly.

She bent down to kiss him.

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

It was another of those times when I really couldn't understand what just happened.

That had been amazing. The first time I'd enjoyed being on top. Well not that it had ever been unpleasant but the first time I'd ever really got what the point of it really was.

There were a couple of moments where I thought I might come. But I was too inexperienced to hold on to it and it had slipped tantalising away. But I hadn't been thinking just feeling.

I'd opened my eyes to finding him beaming like a clown at me. Annoying. Mortifying.

But he asked fairly nicely for a kiss and it seemed churlish to refuse seeing as I'd just blatantly used his cock for my own pleasure. He was still inside me.

I bent down, my hair falling around his face, and was surprised by the tenderness of his kiss.

His hands stroked my back and he was encouraging me to relax onto his stomach.

And then he started.

He thrust upwards, making his own passage into me again it felt like.

I shook with delight and with surprise.

I didn't understand how he was doing it but he attacked with the same ferocity and force from below as he had from above on Friday.

How was this possible.

Again he didn't stop.

How was this possible?

He was amazing!

"I know." he said. Oh hell I'd said it aloud again.

"You are not fucking Hans Solo" I snapped.

"No," his eyes laughed at me "Im fucking you."

He'd won that point.

His eyes switched to the serious look I recognised from Friday and his arms held me tighter.

I found myself locked in his embrace, unable to move even if I wanted to, but I didn't.

My head was beside his and my mouth next to his ear.

Oh I remembered what he liked!

It took all my strength to hold my head up to lick his ear. And the non stop pounding my body was getting almost distracted me entirely but the groan of delight he was unable to hold back, as I tongue fucked his ear, was so worth it.

His thrusts were getting harder. He must have stomach muscles of steel I decided.

"Come in me" I half whispered, half begged "Come for me Steve."

He grunted, he got harder, faster. It was incredible. He felt like a drill bore.

I felt him erupt inside me.

Felt him pumping into me and cried out voicing my own delight.

This time I noticed the slight change in rhythm that signified he'd come but it felt like 5 minutes before he stopped.

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By *harlieday17Man
over a year ago

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What an incredible read. I have just read the the whole thread. You have some talent x

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By *issitCouple
over a year ago

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over a year ago

The evening, thought Steve, was going very well, very well indeed. Not to plan. But possibly better than that. His orgasm had been strong. He felt sated.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

He groaned inwardly. Why did women ask that. They were never happy with the answer.

He looked down at her.

"Go on" she said. "A compliment. It won't kill you." She held her finger and thumb less than a cm apart and he saw her eyes flashing with merriment at his discomfture "Just a tiny one."

He looked down seriously at her and as deeply and sexily as he could replied.

"You... Make...."

He paused

"Lovely coffee"

He finished quickly grinning.

She cracked up. Her throaty laugh making him chuckle too.

"Well you do" he said as she smacked his shoulders "I'm going to finish it now" He actually needed a drink he realised. She rolled off him onto her back, still laughing and he got up and reached the other side of the bed to grab the cup from the bedside table.

As he sat back on his haunches he realised she grabbed her phone and he grinned jauntily raising his cup at the camera lens.

"You're actually drinking that? "

"Yup" he said, knocking it back.

She roared with laughter and he couldn't resist wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He was glad she found him playing the oaf so funny.

He moved over again to replace the cup and quickly check his phone.

When he turned back, he found she'd parted her legs, closed her eyes and was fingering her clit.

Normally, he reflected, he wouldn't allow this. It was his role and he was good at it.

But then normally they'd have come multiple times already he noted. Some of them came the minute he entered them.

And he was intrigued to see what she did to make herself come.

So he lay down next to her on his side resting his chin on top of her head and observed.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Thank you so much for the lovely comments. Feel I don't deserve them as I'm being really self indulgent and just writing to please myself. But I very much appreciate them.

Back to the story. Caro x

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By *lascumMan
over a year ago

Glasgow

Keep pleasing yourself as your pleasing all of us every time you do it xx

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over a year ago

My middle finger circled glorying in the warmth and wetness between my legs. I felt different to normal, engorged, I closed my eyes and let my finger explore lazily. It felt so new, virgin territory almost.

It was a surprise when he lay down next to me, I thought he'd be headed for the shower. And I tensed slightly waiting for bossy hands to move mine away and take over. Guys seemed to take it as an affront to their masculinity if you did this.

But he lay still and rested his head against mine.

It felt wonderful to have his permission. I parted my legs, lifting one over his knees so I could go wide. I'd really lost some inhibitions since I'd met him!

I turned my attention back to my clit, circling gently but firmly. I'd just do this for a little bit. I knew I needed an hour to come and I was sure his patience wouldn't last that long.

Oh it felt delicious though. Spasms juddered through my body.

Hang on, my body was way, way ahead of my brain here. I circled again, gasping as low level pleasure rippled outwards.

His arm shifted and I wanted to beat him away and yell not to stop me.

But to my surprise he didn't even try. He left my clit well alone and ran a finger gently around my entrance,copying the same pace of my finger circling my clit. I closed my eyes, feeling the deep pressure within building while my legs started to shake with the mini foreshocks.

I luxuriated in the onslaught of sensation. I circled my clit, building, building, building the pressure while his finger made me shake. I was so wet. I couldn't remember ever feeling this wet before.

His finger dipped inside me, cupping the wetness, flowing it onto my clit. I've no idea if I made noise or not.

But I felt everything.

My legs trembled wildly.

And suddenly I knew I was nearly there, the pressure within building so much nothing could hold it back.

My eyes shot open and I turned to him.

"Steve," my voice was an urgent cry. My eyes wide drinking in his gorgeous face.

"Steve" , now a soft whimper.

"Come for me Caro" he whispered urgently.

And I came.

Gloriously. Hugely.

Head arching backwards.

The waves resonated across every inch of my body.

This was incredible.

Never been this big, this magnificent.

I shook my head in disbelief.

If I was lucky sometimes I had two in a row...

The second one came out of nowhere, no build up, just another eruption from within.

My body telling my brain to stfu in no uncertain terms.

There was no world now, just sensation. And Steve.

Orgasm after orgasm swept through me.

I'd lost track of time, sound... was I making noise? I'd no idea.

It was a wild, wild roller-coaster ride and I was going with it.

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over a year ago

She was a screamer.

And she came like a train.

Steve hadn't expected this. He was turned on beyond belief.

He'd been expecting something gentler, more repressed, he thought she'd come when her legs first shook.

But her first orgasm flowed into the second and kept going into the one after and the one after that. He watched mesmerised as she bucked wildly off the bed, flung her head back and made the same low guttural cry again and again.

He was finger fucking her wildly but not sure if she was feeling it or not.

The look on her face as she'd cried out his name had been fantastic.

His cock was throbbing. When she'd gone into double digits he couldn't hold back any longer.

He leaped up and mounted her.

Pure missionary, but it didn't feel vanilla.

She felt so tight, so wet.

Her arms immediately reached around his shoulders and her legs wrapped over his back. She clung to him tightly as he thrust into her.

She made the same noise and he felt her clamp down on his cock.

He bore down on her, ramping up the frequency and the strength of his thrusts.

Her fingernails pressed against his back.

"No marks" he snarled as much to himself as to her.

She shook her head from side to side in frustration, banging her mouth against his arms.

He felt her tongue licking his skin.

And then tenderly biting his muscle. She was copying him from yesterday. Albeit in a very gentle and soft way. As he thrust she put pressure on his skin with her teeth and eased off as he pulled away.

He rammed home, had she made it to 20 yet? He thought so. Her eyes flung open. Her cries showed she was coming out of her trance like state. She was feeling him.

"Steve," she begged. "Stop. hurts."

He slowed right down. She was panting and trembling beneath him. Her arms relaxed and fell to the slide.

He slid out and lay next to her. Cock still hard but enjoying the break.

Her breathing was steadying but her eyes seemed clouded with pleasure still.

He lifted himself onto one arm and gazed down at her.

"Did you come?" he asked in mock enquirement.

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over a year ago

Bastard!

His question made me howl with laughter but my stomach muscles ached and my body protested, just wanting to rest.

I bit my lip to quell the reaction but his laugh was infectious. I wiped tears from my eyes and pretended to give his question serious thought.

"I think so," I said. "A little bit" I nodded with certainty.

He held his fingers about an inch apart.

"This much?" he asked.

"Ooh no," I shook my head mock seriously. "'Bout this much" and held my own up half the distance.

We both cracked up in mirth.

Mmmm I sighed, exhaling deeply.

That was unreal.

I felt utterly wanton.

But my cunt couldn't take anymore.

I regarded him speculatively.

His cock was stood proud (Did he ever go down?)

"Steeeve" I asked,tracing my fingers through his chest hair and watching their progress.

"Hmmm," he replied.

"Would you do that thing you mentioned in your texts? "

He was silent. Oh dear. Had I gone too far?

"The thing?" he questioned.

I blushed. I was too, too shy to say the words.

"Oh that thing," he said understanding dawning.

I nodded silently.

"We need a towel." he said and stood up to fetch one off the radiator, striding happily cock first across the room.

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over a year ago

Steve crossed the room grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

She'd just asked him, almost begged he reflected, for anal sex.

Her inexperience probably meant she hadn't prepared for this at all - things could get messy, hence the towel - but even Steve knew you didn't get it offered like this on a plate every day.

He grabbed it and returned watching her big eyes regarding him with a mixture of total trust and apprehension.

He spread the towel out and motioned her to roll on to it. He was glad of his experience. He wanted her to enjoy this but knew he'd need to go gentle.

He rolled her onto her side and pulled her top knee up.

Now. Lubricant.

Was she likely to have any in stock?

He traced his fingers up the outside of her thigh and absent mindedly to her cunt while he thought about how to pose the question.

And almost laughed. Of course she'd got lubricant in stock! She was as wet as a fish.

He thrust his cock into her cunt gently covering himself in her juice.

"oh" she said "I sort of didn't mea... kind of meant..."

Her protests faded away as he withdrew and pressed the head against her arse.

She gave a tiny gasp. He let her feel him in position and began to press gently.

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over a year ago

Just love reading your story

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over a year ago

I was so nervous.

This was going to hurt so much.

But equally I was curious.

And, unlike other guys I'd slept with, I trusted him to know what he was doing.

I lay still. Time to let him guide me.

He pushed against my entrance and I tensed immediately.

Relax, my brain told my body and for once it obeyed.

I felt him easing forward, millimeter by millimeter. I marvelled at his patience. I shut my eyes.

My arse protested at this strange invasion. I felt momentary panic. I held my hand up signalling him to wait and I breathed deeply to let my body relax again.

My hand went down and he pushed onwards.

I couldn't judge how far he'd gone. Sometimes I seemed to open and at others it felt like he'd come to a juncture. He followed my lead, waiting patiently when I asked. I gasped at times, with sheer delight at how it felt.

There was no pain.

But there was suddenly sensation. I realised he'd now slipped his whole length inside me. He felt enormous. I'd felt full with him before but this was something else.

It took my breath away.

I felt him slowly start to thrust.

Gently, beautifully slowly, he built momentum up.

There'd been no pain.

I couldn't believe it.

Every Web page I'd read had said there would be pain and insisted on lube.

Oh my goodness I realised with a shock.

"You are fucking me up the arse!" I cried out.

And another thought dawned on me with surprised delight.

"I am such a slut!"

He dropped his whole body down on top of me, mouth next to my ear. His thrusts starting to reach his usual tempo.

I twisted my head and gazed up at him, through messy hair in wonder.

But that position was hard to hold.

"Fucking your arse." his voice was deep and loud but he was speaking straight into my ear and I realised he was whispering.

I nodded.

"Fucking your arse, slut" I bucked in pleasure at the fierceness in his voice.

The rest of it was muffled, but him getting carried away turned me on so much. The thrusts and his voice continued.

"You are my fucking whore" I caught. "My cum slut".

This was beyond exciting, like having a storm of energy rage above me. I revelled in it. He pounded into me, as before, again and again with no let up.

"Your slut" I gasped. "Just for you Steve. Your cum slut."

I felt him shudder as he came this time, unloading with gusto.

I shivered with pleasure.

That had been amazing.

He slowed right down.

And rested his full weight on top of me. I breathed deeply in satisfaction. He rested his cheek on mine. And we lay breathing silently together for what felt like an age.

It was another breath takingly perfect encounter.

Eventually he began to pull out and I cringed mortified. I'd taken on board most of what the Web pages had suggested but pulled a face thinking this had to be the most embarrassing thing ever.

I heard him laugh.

"Don't worry, it's clean" he said though he headed straight for the shower.

He was probably lying, I decided but what a gent.

The shower was a repeat of last time. Him, me. One severely abused towel and Clark Kent-like changing skills on his part.

He apologised and said he had to go. Early morning start for an external meeting.

I was half disappointed but truth be told I was knackered and could do with a good night's sleep.

I waved him off enjoying the long kiss he gave me before he left.

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over a year ago

I arrived in work on Tuesday a little later than normal. My insides had taken a hammering and I'd opted to tube it across town not walk.

The lift was crowded and I tuned in from my own little world to hear Pandora being teased about her bacon sandwich, not being vegan. She took it in good part but I could tell her usual she'll of invincibility wasn't quite as thick as normal. Pandora was never teased.

As we got to our floor and everyone piled out, I raised my eyebrows quizzically at a few of the marketing guys and they hung back to share the gossip.

Pandora, it turned out, had banged vegan Steve on Friday night. He'd turned up late to the bar they were at and then whisked her off for a night of absolute debauchery.

They obviously loved the horrified look on my face, because they regaled me with details Pandora had misguidedly shared with a (not any more) friend. He'd done some seriously kinky stuff to her it seemed. Tied her up, used stuff he'd hidden round the hotel room. On Monday she'd barely been able to sit down.

But, they assured me, despite a bit of teasing, they were all on her side. Turned out he was a vegan twat as well as a kinky bastard and I got told about the lunchtime meal debacle again.

I walked to my office and sat down to take stock.

No wonder noone had talked to him Monday afternoon. And no wonder he'd looked a bit nervous on my doorstep.

I tried to be rational and note noone had said anything about exclusivity. And Id known he had a girlfriend. I was, however, I decided fucking livid.

Just then my phone flashed at from where I'd flung it on the desk.

"Morning" his message sprang out at me.

I glared at it and left it unread.

Work. I thought.

Just throw yourself into work. And I did. Putting as much effort into that for the rest of the day as I did into ignoring his next few messages.

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over a year ago

Brilliant

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

this is The best story that I’ve read on here, if you wrote books I would buy them, well done xxxxx

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Fantastic writing! I was riveted! xx

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By *ustAPeakWoman
over a year ago

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You have a serious gift!! Please Wright more x

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By *abmale7979Man
over a year ago

Treorchy

What an amazing well written story, hands down the best story iv read on hear, cant wait to see how this story ends.

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By *itboyslim2Man
over a year ago

stevenage

It’s a yes from me

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over a year ago

"this is The best story that I’ve read on here, if you wrote books I would buy them, well done xxxxx"

this.

Can’t wait to find out what happens next.

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over a year ago

It was on the train home that it occurred to me I might have been too quick to draw conclusions. The girl opposite had her head buried in the latest chick lit and the heroines in those were forever getting the wrong end of the stick, assuming the worst because they'd seen the hero in a brothel when he'd really been there to help his vicar brother rescue them.... And possibly I was mixing my genres up a bit here. Maybe there was a logical explanation.

I brightened up. Got my phone out and messaged him a cheery

"Evening

I was in a much better mood, though still a bit wiped out from my cold. I'd just slipped into a hot foamy bath when my phone lit up with his reply.

"Evening. How's the malinger?"

I couldn't help smiling.

"Busy in work. Not like some off on a jolly!" As I pressed send I realised I didn't have a clue where he'd been today. Stuff was usual on the shared calendar which is how Rufus had found out about my supplier trip.

"I was working hard too!" came the response. "How was your day?"

I chewed my lip, wondering how to raise the whole Pandora thing without seeming like a paranoid bunny boiler.

"Pretty Good day for me." I typed." Unlike Pandora..."

And pressed send.

And waited.

Long minutes passed. He'd probably got no signal, or was busy cooking, or....

Finally the phone lit up again.

"Ah." He'd typed one word.

No apology. No denial. No embarrassment it seemed.

"??" I could be brief too when I wanted.

"I was bored." came the response.

I stared at the screen feeling my anger build.

Bored? Fucking BORED!!!!

He'd only just finished shagging me? How much bloody entertainment did he need on a Friday night??!!!

I raged, twisting my face cloth furiously.

And then I felt humiliation cascade over me. I'd been a warm up act. I was having the sex of my life but for him I was the first course. No I decided probably just the appetiser with the first drink. Or, I sniffed, self-pitying the table breadsticks but like in a kind of plump-not very breadstick way.

My analogy amused me but I felt crushed. I'd had to google loads of the stuff he'd supposedly done to Pandora. How could it be the same guy?

I gave myself a mental shake. Some people had really serious shit they had to deal with. I switched the phone off. Ran the hot tap and let the scalding water burn away the last vestiges of shame.

Wednesday was back to back client meetings. I was on form and things went well. Happy bunnies all round. I checked in with the team but mostly left them to it and avoided the rest of the office. It seemed like there was a bit of a buzz but I couldn't be bothered to find out what. I was sure I'd pick it up the next day. I left by the back fire exit and took the stairs. Didn't want any more lift incidents thank you.

A few floors down I discovered the CEO coming up the other way. This was unheard of, noone had ever seen him outside of the glass lift. He looked a bit dazed. I smiled brightly.

"Night"

"Ah yes." his Eton posh voice boomed out. "Caroline. Good. Good. Just been to, er, see I.T. you know. Humm security and all that. "

"With Gethin?" I queried brightly, wondering what on earth Gethin had done to him. He did look a bit bewitched I realised.

"Yes. Yes. Clever Chap. Those consultant fellows would have me spending all sorts and..." his words trailed off.

"... Changing passwords on a regular basis with a mix of digits, letters, capitals and punctuation?" I threw in mischievously.

His brow furrowed and he looked like a deep memory was surfacing... And then slipping away.

" NO. NO, girl. No need for that. Gethin explained it all to me. Clever chap. "

I nodded in firm agreement.

"I like my password" I told him.

"Yes," he said, nodding firmly. "Me too."

"Nah, night" I breezed, skipping past thinking.

"Night Caroline," he called after me.

I'd kept my phone off. Because when it was on I kept checking for messages, even tho I obviously wasn't talking to him.

But staying angry wasn't more style. I channelled my energy into a small up scaling project instead. I'd found an old shelf in a charity shop and was in the middle of revamping it.

Pouring my favourite glass of red, after an hour of sanding, I decided I just needed to chalk it up to experience. I congratulated myself on being a proper grown up. Although, I reflected, perhaps the fluffy monster feet slippers I was wearing were detracting from my new status a bit.

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over a year ago

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Amazingly well written story. More please

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over a year ago

Thursday was a gorgeous morning, warm and pretty with the Autumn leaves crunching underfoot. I was in a good mood. So when Steve's message popped up it was good timing on his part.

"Damn" it said. I could almost hear his amused drawl. "I must be losing my touch."

I couldn't help chuckling. He was an arrogant git - but funny and ironic with it.

"Lol" I'd typed back.

And messages had pinged back and forth during my journey.

Nothing that tackled the whole Pandora thing.

Looked like we'd both moved on and this funny friends thing was where we were at.

"What you working on today?" I'd asked.

"Not my usual stuff" he'd replied. I was puzzled, but got side tracked helping a tourist and didn't get back to him.

It didn't take me long to find out what the buzz had been about yesterday. I was in the kitchen making a coffee, opened the fridge to get the milk out and stared in startled surprise at the abundance of greenery filling the shelves. Gone were the out of date half eaten sandwiches and mouldy cheese. And here was a display of freshness and vitality that would have graced a Waitrose food magazine shot. I wandered off to find Katie for the low down.

It seemed that word had got out about our new found company-wide commitment to veganism. The work experience girl's older sister's boyfriend was something in TV development and this was exactly what the BBC were looking for to feature in the new cookery/ sustainability/environment programme fronted by Nigella Lawson, Ben Fogle and that new asexual pop star. It was going to be Country file on speed apparently.

They were coming in either that day or the next day to do some filming. The MD was delighted (yes, I thought thinking about Nigella's hour glass figure, I bet he was) and Steve was hero of the hour and set to feature in a 1:1 interview explaining the company ethos.

The gossip was that Rufus had trying to claim the credit but Anthea had come across him weasaling to the MD and had rushed to Steve's defence because she knew exactly what Rufus had told her and had it word for word in shorthand on her pad.

I nodded silently taking it all in but rocked with laughter back at my desk. When Steve unexpectedly appeared at my door I bit my lips hard and tears of hilarity sprang from my eyes.

"Vegan hero?" I laughed.

He pulled an anguished face at me.

"I'm trying everything to get out of it" he said looking anguished. "My mates will never let me hear the end of it."

"Nigella though?!" I pointed out.

He looked thoughtful for a moment.

But shook his head.

"Not even for Nigella."

I rolled my eyes.

"Best get your thinking cap on then buddy" and I shooed him away.

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over a year ago

Love this

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over a year ago

There were a couple of things I really needed to focus on. My boss was pushing me to deliver up some info ahead of the agreed deadline for no reason I could see. So I got my head down and number crunched, did some competitor research and put together the final elements of the report.

The rest of the office seemed to be having a great time. Gayle in reception had been bribed to tip everyone off when the talent arrived and disappeared off into the board room. Never had so many people needed to trek to that floor. Even my guys couldn't resist popping up.

So when Steve's message popped up, suggesting drinks that evening after work, I agreed. Keen to hear the details. And it would be good to put our professional relationship back on track.

I grinned as he swung by my door at 6pm and grabbed my stuff.

"Where to?" he asked

"Hungry?" ibsuggested

"Starving." he replied.

" Tapas it is then" I retorted and we headed off.

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over a year ago

Brilliant

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They'd walked for about 10 minutes before Steve realised neither of them had said a word. She seemed in good spirits and he felt pretty chipper too.

The nights were drawing in but it had been a perfect autumn day and the crowds ebbed and flowed good humouredly.

He wasn't thrilled about the tapas idea. Tiny bowls of food wasn't really his thing. But he could always get a MaccyD afterwards he reasoned.

The tapas place was tiny at first sight. And with its low, beamed ceilings, a liability for someone his height. But it seemed it was also a rabbit Warren, steps down, up and small eating areas scattered around haphazardly amidst large areas for groups.

There wasn't a tourist in sight and he'd perked up when he'd clocked they had decent beer at the bar.

When the waiter had come over he'd let her order the food. There was a time and place to take control of women and he sat back enjoying watching her intently asking about the exact style of some of the dishes and taking advice on which sherry to pick.

Granny dress and now sherry he chuckled to himself.

As the waiter hurried off with their order, he filled her in on his day. Thankfully the MD had been persuaded to do the pieces to camera and take the credit. Though Nigella looking particularly ravishing meant he hadn't needed much convincing. The scruffy dude hanging about at the back he'd had a laugh with had turned out to be the Ben guy.

And the Singer dude, who had a bit too much eyeliner on for Steve's liking, had got seriously excited when he discovered who worked in IT and apparently the TV people had nearly wet themselves in excitement with the white witch connection too.

She roared with laughter, literally head back, shoulders shaking. Then the food began to turn up randomly one plate at a time and they'd talked and laughed and swopped stories. He hadn't noticed time passing although empty plates git whisked away and refreshed by full ones on a regular basis.

They were opposite sides of the small table. The place was full and the air full of conversation but in their corner they had no problem hearing each other or being overheard.

They were a few drinks in now. She'd even made him try the sherry which he had to admit went with the food but he was a rum and beer man no question.

He was a jammy bastard he congratulated himself. This could have been well awkward but she seemed to have the Pandora thing in her stride. He was tempted to reach out and stroke her forearm, see how she reacted to his touch. He very much liked how she reacted to his touch he remembered. And found his fingers running over the fine golden hairs above her watch.

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over a year ago

Pls dont ever end this story

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over a year ago

Brilliant, love it Caroline x

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I froze at his touch.

"No, no, no" said my brain, the friends thing was going so well it would be madness to mess it up.

"So up for it!" sang my body, my skin on my arm scorching underneath his fingertips.

I was so tempted, but...

"Pandora?" I let the question hang in the air.

He shrugged nonchalantly.

"She was there." he used few words. "I ran into them, got side tracked, it got late, she offered," he shrugged again.

"And I have needs." he said softly.

I stared at him taking that in.

Needs. I let that roll round my head. Needs. Had he actually just presented me the world's biggest cliche? Was he awaiting a look of understanding?

Reader, I tried, really I tried. I tried to frame the right response in my face but it was too much to ask. I snorted with mirth and bent over the table crying with laughter.

"Needs" I repeated as I took a breath and chortled away again.

For a moment I thought I'd offended his male honour as his face was expressionless and he moved his hand, but then he too broke into a huge grin.

I flapped my hand at my face to calm down and dabbed my eye with my napkin.

I nodded with fake seriousness.

"So tell me about these needs, Steve" I asked curious.

"What do you want to know?" he responded.

That foxed me. What did I want to know. Did I want to learn more about his world? I wasn't sure.

"Why?" I asked simply.

"It's who I am" he said. He looked me straight in the eyes. "I'm always going to fuck other women"

Wow. That was honest.

"Lucy?" was my next question.

"Knows." he replied. "She's a free agent. She likes being walked. Having someone to go to parties with" he unnecessarily explained.

"Yes I didn't think you'd got her on a lead in Hyde Park" I quipped.

Then saw his expression.

"oh gawd. I do NOT want to know" I laughed.

"Kidding you" he replied. "She's got a collar though"

I blushed and looked down at the table.

Where was this going this conversation? What did I want?

I didn't know.

And I really didn't have to make my mind up right now I realised. The food was done. The waiter had discreetly left the bill and Steve had paid.

I smiled at him and shook my head in wonder. "You're a naughty boy" I teased but then followed it up with a good natured but firm. "That was lovely but I'm knackered. Time for me to head home"

"Alone?" he'd asked.

I'd nodded. He smiled and nodded his understanding back. We'd made our way to the door.

"Let me walk you to the tube then" he said.

"I think we're headed to the same one any way aren't we?" I asked wrinkling my nose in confusion .

"Don't ruin my gentlemanly offer!" he'd laughed, offering me his arm.

I grinned broadly at him, took it and we left.

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over a year ago

Guys I'm blown away by all the lovely comments. Thank you.

Too tired to type anymore tonight tho.

Friday's going to be a big day for Caro.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I can’t wait to read more!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Roll on Friday

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By *itboyslim2Man
over a year ago

stevenage

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

The best read on fab! Fact!! So captivating!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Just gets better and better. Xx

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By *ssh keep it secretWoman
over a year ago

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Honestly the best story ive read on here, youre incredibly talented and i second what someone else said that people would pay to read these. You should seriously consider a career choice here.

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By *urplequeenWoman
over a year ago

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Fantastic story. You definitely have a talent

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over a year ago

"Honestly the best story ive read on here, youre incredibly talented and i second what someone else said that people would pay to read these. You should seriously consider a career choice here. "

I totally agree x

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By *rincess PhoenixWoman
over a year ago

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Wow! I keep on forgetting I am reading this on Fab it could be a proper book. You are a very talented lady x

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Caroline as with many others I congratulate you on a well written story.

You go into great lengths in the build up to the sex scenes. This could be a erotic film.

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over a year ago

Guildford

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By *oventry4biTV/TS
over a year ago

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Perfectly written, excellent story, looking forward to Friday

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By *issitCouple
over a year ago

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Great writing, keeps you gripped and reading on and on. Thank you.

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over a year ago

I slept fitfully. Steve kept entering my dreams. I half regretted my decision to go home alone. But it was strange to be physically wanting someone so much who had a side to them I could never fulfill. Should I move on? Yes definitely said my brain emphatically. No, no, no begged my body.

I tossed and turned til about 3am when inspiration struck. How about a kind of "enjoy the ride while it lasts" approach? Be fully conscious it's time-limited and will end at some point and don't stress the small stuff. THAT it seemed was an acceptable compromise to all involved. Well admittedly we hadn't run it past Steve but it seemed obvious that's what he wanted too. I'd drifted off to sleep congratulating myself on my problem solving skills!

Friday was one of those colder than it looked days so I was freezing and cheesed off by the time I got to work. The office certainly seemed subdued after yesterday's excitement. Everyone was having to catch up on the things from yesterday they'd let slide. Even my report needed a bit of finessing and some extra info. But what with a bit of 1:1 training for one of the team and sorting out some minor imminent deadline problems it was lunchtime before I knew it.

Every fortnight I usually dragged the whole team out to the pub and bought the drinks. Less generous than it sounds as it was usually diet s all round. Though I tended to slip off after 30 mins or so, so they could relax. I loved listening to their updates and plans. But this week we had Katie's promotion to celebrate (all confirmed first thing) so we headed for the Indian veggie place as my treat and in mock honour of the company's vegan code.

I was in a good mood when I got back. Report was nearly done and by late afternoon I just needed some info from the original client contracts my boss kept filed in her office. Her office was empty but the cabinet drawer was never locked so I swung it open to get the file out.

An ransacked cabinet drawer looked back at me. Every hanging file was in place but empty, every single file had been removed. That was odd. And then it hit me. I'd seen this before. When a previous company I'd worked for had been bought out. All the legal stuff carted off for due diligence. I stared in shock.

My boss bustled in behind me and I threw her an anguished look.

"What's going on?"

She didn't miss a beat.

"Oh I've given them all to Anthea for scanning." She waved her hand in my direction. "We've been meaning to get them digitised for ages haven't we?"

It was like a punch to the stomach. It sounded so plausible but i couldn't think of one single time in our working relationship when she hadn't shifted every single drudgery job onto me.

"Are they in a room being looked at?" I demanded.

She laughed.

"They are being scanned. Now let's not talk about this anymore. Those budget figures you gave me haven't matched actual..."

I stopped listening.

"I need some air." I announced and walked out. I never did anything like that - the shock on her face looked bigger than mine. I went and sat on the fire exit stairs anger mounting. At that moment I seriously wished I smoked just have something to do with my hands. All my work, all those hours...

I sat there til nearly 6pm and headed back to my desk to grab my stuff and go home early for the first time ever. But my boss appeared as I was at my desk.

"Follow me," she half ordered, half asked.

We were going to the board room it seemed. The CEO, the MD and Steve were already there. I sat down. I should have been intimidated but I refused to feel like that.

The explanations began. Yes the work of my team was being sold on, but the staff weren't required. The deal wasn't done yet so no I couldn't tell them or anyone else. Here was a confidentiality agreement to sign etc etc.

I smiled. Far too proud to show how hurt I was. And shrugged.

"Oh well," I said "Time for a new challenge for me. And my team are excellent they'll get jobs quickly. Have we got time to get it all ship-shape before we hand over?

The air of relief in the room was palpable. The MD got out of his seat to make me a coffee, my boss beamed at me and the CEO babbled away. He should have kept quiet.

Turned out they'd been holding a meeting already (when my boss had interrupted just as they were packing upto say the cat was out of the bag). Busy finalising the deal that they were financing from the sale of MY clients and which Steve had been taken on to play a major part in.

I kept a poker face but saw a wince pass lightning-fast across Steve's.

Ice cold fury seeped through every brain in my body. He'd known all along. He'd fucked me literally and virtually.

Bastard.

Fucking bastard.

My mind raged.

Yes my body agreed. I think we're done right now with bloody Stephen.

But God I could act when I wanted to. I smiled and agreed how great that was, signed the documents, did the chit chat and then got out of there ASAP.

I stomped back to my desk, via a quick loo stop to wash my face. I was throwing stuff in my bag when I realised I'd put my phone down to sign the paperwork and forgotten to pick it back up.

I checked my watch. They'd be gone by now surely. I headed back and sighed with relief when I saw that the boardroom lights were now out and in fact the whole floor seemed deserted.

I thrust the door open and strode in to pick it off the table.

And then realised that Steve was still there, looking out of the large picture window.

He turned round to face me.

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All my resentment and anger and fury seemed to erupt and spill forth uncontrollably

"You fucking bastard!!" I yelled across the room.

"You knew!"

He stared at me expressionless which wound me up even more.

"That's business. It's not personal."

"Bollocks. Chris and her boyfriend are buying a flat - that's going to mess up their mortgage application. I can't even sodding tell her. It is too bloody personal."

He stayed silent.

"And you were fucking me." I raged. "That's not part of company procedure either - but you weren't spouting company bullshit then were you?"

I spat the words at him as he walked round the table towards me.

"Keep your voice down" he told me preemptorily.

"Do what?!" I sneered in disgust at him. "Don't tell me what to do."

"You should be ashamed. Is Pandora's job on the line too - are you sleeping with all the ones getting sacked?"

He rested his hands on his hips regarding me.

"We should chat more when you can talk like a grown up."

I gasped. Arrogant, ARROGANT twat.

My hand itched to hit him so badly. I loathed him right now. Grow up? Everything I said was totally justified and he just wasn't man enough to take it.

I gave him a look of total disgust and turned on my heel to leave.

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They were both right, Steve knew. That's just how business was. He'd been impressed with her sang-froid earlier, even in the face of the CEO 's cack handed comments. He'd even wondered briefly if she'd known all along.

But seeing her now, raw emotion spilling everywhere he realised just how shaken she was. Furious actually, he realised. If she'd been a man there was a good chance she'd have hit him by now.

Her indignation and every angry thought was being directed at him.

Her eyes were burning, her cheeks flushed and he could see her body trembling with hatred.

He was incredibly turned on.

She turned to go.

No you don't, he thought.

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over a year ago

What a bastard!!!

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over a year ago

Fucking hate him!!!

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over a year ago

As I reached out to grab the door handle and yank it open, his hand shot to the side of me and held it shut.

I pulled on the handle with all my strength but it didn't shift.

"LET. ME. GO." I hissed through gritted teeth, without turning round.

"Not until you've calmed down," the voice behind me said calmly.

I hated him. Hated his calmness. I wanted to go and lick my wounds in private not be held to impossible standards of business behaviour. "

" Open the door, arsehole. " I spoke with deliberation, deciding I was going to bite his hand if he didn't comply. University self defence classes had always stressed knowing when not to be a nice girl.

" When you're calm."

As quickly as I could, I twisted my body to bend my head down and sink my teeth in.

But he somehow anticipated me move.

In a sudden shift I found my back against the door, one hand forcing my chin up and the other doing something to my arm so I couldn't move with out sharp pain.

His eyes bore into me.

I glared.

"Now calm down."

I wasn't afraid of him but I was enraged with him using his brute force against me like this. Well two could play dirty.

I spat at him full in the face. See how he liked that.

He said nothing.

Just looked at me for a few seconds. For a split second his eyes raged with fury too.

Then shone in a different way.

I gasped as his head bent and his lips crushed mine violently.

"No," I tried to wrench my face to the side from his grip. "Don't you fucking dare!" But I winced and my mouth parted as pain momentarily shot down my arm from his grip.

His tongue took immediate advantage and plunged into my mouth. I gagged, trying to ram my teeth shut. He pressed me hard against the door, one hand roughly grabbing both wrists and fixing them against the door above my head, the other grabbing my hair from behind and pulling down so my face looked into his.

I could feel the heat of his body as he continued his assault. His breaths were getting shorter and more urgent.

I seethed. Only seconds had passed but this was full on assault and I was so angry, so livid.

So fucking turned on.

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Steve felt the shift in her response. Felt her passion arrive like a juggernaut to coexist with her anger.

She launched back at him, they were wild together, lips, tongues flying, teeth biting on each other's lips, tongues deep in each other's mouths then out and running over their faces. And back.

She clawed at his back and her leg had lifted so his cock was rubbing into her groin. It was like they were welded together. He pushed against her, driving her into the wall, crushing her almost cruelly. He wanted to crush her, make her submit, smash her anger away.

He wanted her now.

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I was lost in a world of sensation and lust. I'd side shifted instantly from anger to arousal and my body felt alive in a whole new way.

His body was rigid against me, his sheer size dominating me even tho I was no longer trying to get away. I pressed back, my own breath becoming ragged with desire.

I heard the click as he flicked the lock on the door and a shiver of anticipation ran down my spine.

He stood back suddenly, my body stumbling forward a little as he released me. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me towards the boardroom table, kicking chairs out of the way with his feet and moving to stand behind me so he could press the front of my thighs into the table edge.

I leaned back against his chest.

His breath blew warmly into my ear as he ran his hands over my shoulders. I shivered. My white blouse was silky and I could feel the heat from his palms burning through it.

Hands touched my breasts, squuezing hard and making me cry out a little and close my eyes at the pain/pleasure combination.

"Sshh" he ordered, making me focus and then in one fast movement, grabbing the collar and ripping it open. Buttons gave way instantly, either sliding out of the holes or the cotton thread holding them giving way.

He thrust my bra straps down, released breasts spilling over the bra cups and my erect nipples springing free.

His fingers squeezed them roughly and I arched my back to push my chest further forward against them. I threw my head back against his shoulder as he bent to roughly kiss and bite my neck.

Silently he stopped and with a sniff or purpose, he pulled my shirt down to my elbows, somehow fastening it with a quick knot so my hands were pinned to my side.

Released, my nipples felt so exposed in the cold air. They tightened.

I stood obediently waiting to see what he would do to me next.

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He'd stripped her half naked and exposed her inner whore. He moved with less urgency now. More deliberate in his actions now she'd acquiesced. And want her to take in every moment to come.

One hand either side of her knees he raised her skirt up over her thighs firmly but slowly. He heard her intake of breath as he eased it upwards over her arse.

His eyebrow raised as he clocked the sensible pants had been replaced by a lacey thong.

"What a shame," he said, reaching in his pocket for his pen knife.

"What do you m..." her words cut off as he placed the blunt edge of the blade on her thigh, swishing outwards to cut the fabric. In one swift moment his other hand had pulled the fabric sending the thong to the floor by her ankles.

"Bastard. They weren't cheap," she spat at him. But he could hear the tremor of lust in her voice as she took in how exposed she now was. He dropped the knife on the table and jerked her back against his chest.

"You don't need underwear, slut" he spoke directly into her ear and felt her shaking in her heels.

His arm reached round to dive into her slit. She was wetter than ever.

His fingers probed roughly.

"Spread your legs" he ordered and she parted them a little, whimpering a little as she did so.

She groaned as he fingered her clit. She twisted her face a little and they kissed ferociously for a few seconds.

He broke free,placing both hands on her hips.

"Bend over." he ordered.

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over a year ago

Desborough

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over a year ago

He didn't drop me this time. Though he oved the shirt so that it bound my wrists.

I bent over the table, forearms supporting my weight but nipples pressing against the cold polished surface. He kicked my legs apart.

I was utterly exposed and at his mercy.

I heard his belt unbuckle. Then felt his hands parting my arse cheeks a little. I knew what was coming but I still screamed a little as he entered me.

I must still have been swollen from Tuesday night. He felt like a baseball bat sliding into me. Christ I was wet though because he glided in with one smooth motion.

A hand cracked down on my arse.

"Quiet" he told me. "Don't want to frighten the security guard with the sight of your cunt."

I hated him for being so crude, but at the same time creamed myself at his words.

I moaned softly as his tempo built.

Rougher than before he began to pound into me. I put my head up to let loose a shriek and saw through the long windows the London rooftops spread out below us.

I was gloriously, hideously exposed. Existing solely for him in that moment. I felt the rawness of his passion, as he slammed into me, and revelled in being on the receiving end. It was animalistic and brutal and taking me places I'd never imagined. If they'd looked up the whole of London could have seen what a slut I was.

"Come in me, Steve" I begged.

He came with a roar and furious strokes, banging me so hard the edge of the table left welts on my skin. He pumped furiously, unloading to my delighted moans.

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She'd lain on the table like a sacrifice and he'd nearly shot his load just looking at how much he'd debauched her usual modest librarian look.

She felt divine inside, so wet. It thrilled him to know how much he turned her on. He could have taken it so much further, so many more things he could have done right now to desecrate her further but they could wait.

His orgasm took him by surprise a little. Earlier than he'd anticipated for once. But her gasps and last of the glowing orange sunset were a killer combination.

He'd been rougher than he intended. He surveyed her fondly and looked over at the sofa in the corner.

Time to treat her gently, he thought.

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By *itboyslim2Man
over a year ago

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Mmmm

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over a year ago

Fantastic!!

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over a year ago

Dave let out a long breath. It had been the start of a long dull night shift manning the security desk but his small monitor showing the boardroom had suddenly winked into life.

He'd been all set to tear up to the boardroom and pepper spray the guy. Partly cos Dave didn't like violence to women but mostly cos he was fond of that Caro.

She often worked late and was one of the few to stop and chat on her way out. He'd somehow found himself telling her how his son was doing great at college and looked he'd be the first one in their family to go off to university. Him and his missus were thrilled. Their kid, set to be one of the ones in the suit going up in the lifts.

Turned out she had been the first in her family too. And she'd been proper helpful explaining how it all worked and which universities were kosher and which ones trying it on. The system was screwed against you if you didn't have this middle class insider knowledge he realised and he'd been grateful. More so when she'd explained the tricks round the finance and how paying upfront was a mug's game. She was a nice girl.

Well, bit of a naughty girl it seemed, he grinned. But he stopped the recording and wiped the footage so far. His mate Gary, an electrician, had helped him install the camera. He'd been moaning in the pub to him about how he needed extra income so he could pay off the debts for their kid before he wanted to get a mortgage. Gary had had a brain wave and they now had a very lucrative sideline running "Boardroom parties" for horny media types. The camera was purely insurance in case anyone tried to dob him in.

Business was booming late at night every 3 or 4 weeks. They'd done drinks and nibbles at first but the punters seemed to like it best when it was all set up for a meeting. He'd had to buy a lot of replacement writing pads and pencils as things tended to go flying. And what they got up to with those nonpermanent markers didn't bear thinking about. But they kept coming back and spreading the word.

No, he thought, no recording and he'd make sure noone disturbed them. But he was sure as hell going to watch to see what they did next.

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By *oss25Man
over a year ago

Flitwick and Fakenham

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over a year ago

Now heres a twist I wasnt expecting.

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By *ackietv31TV/TS
over a year ago

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best story I have read on here by far - great job xx

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over a year ago

You're a natural at this writing malarkey. Looking forward the next instalments

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over a year ago

He'd closed the distance between our bodies, bent over me, warm breath blowing in my ear. His breathing ragged at first then calming. That wonderful feeling of being female, of being on the receiving end, the vessel. I laid still not wanting the moment to end.

I thought that was it. That we were about to go into some awkward picking up clothes routine. My brain was scrambling to knock together a sentence that would convey poise and dignity. I wasn't getting very far.

And then he surprised me. Gentle hands eased me up. Clothing that had been pushed into place was softly untied and taken off. My neck was kissed. His hands stroked my arms gently. I was stood naked in the boardroom but feeling utterly protected and desired...

Typical he ruined the moment by trying to pick me up. God knows I wasn't built for being heaved up in the air like a groom carrying his bride across the threshold.

"Put me down!!" I battered on his back.

"You're going to do your back in!! Put me down!!!!"

But he ignored my protests, carrying me around the room to the long seating area underneath the interactive screen.

He laid me down on the sofa on my back and I looked up at him questioningly. What next?

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Steve stood motionless looking down at her. Her eyes were huge. She reclined like a Rubens nude. He was surprised how attractive he found her.

"I can't move," he deadpaned. "I think I slipped a disc."

There was a moment when her eyes filled with concern and he knew she was about to leap up and tend to him. Then in a milli-second she spotted the joke and the concern was replaced mock outrage.

"You rude bastard" she laughed. Hands smacking his thighs.

He divested himself of his clothing watching her lying there running her eyes over his body.

"You perving at me?" he asked.

She nodded faux seriously and nodded.

"Absolutely"

Naked now, he knelt down beside her.

"Well, I feel used and abused." he kidded her. "You're just after my body."

His face came to rest above hers, looking down into her eyes.

"Absolutely," she whispered to him. "I just want that body."

He held her gaze.

Lips an inch above hers.

He bobbed his head a little but held back millimeters from kissing her.

She was waiting. Her lips pursed. Her tongue ready to meet his.

He let his nose touch the tip of hers. So gently. Their breaths intermingling. The anticipation driving them both crazy.

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By *urplequeenWoman
over a year ago

Fife

Always come looking to see if theres another installment of this Caroline. Absolutely fantastic story

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By *onle81Man
over a year ago

Sherborne

This is a wonderful story CB, so well written you get drawn into the characters as a reader combined with very horny sex scenes, just fab!

Keep up the good work, we are all getting as excited as you are writing it

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over a year ago

I raised my head a little to meet his lips but he deliberately hung tantalising out of reach.

"Can I help you?" he grinned at me and then let his gaze travel the length of my body.

"Possibly..." I said slowly. "Depends what's on offer."

We grinned at each other but he didn't budge his head.

One hand stroked my cheek, I closed my eyes and rubbed cat like against it, and then with tips of fingers he slowly traced his way down by body. I shivered with anticipation.

He parted my legs and I flinched slightly to his touch, everything swollen from his rough penetration earlier.

I looked up at him.

"Gently" I chided.

He raised his eyebrows at me but his next touch was featherlight and made me moan.

I closed my eyes with delight and threw my arms over my head to hold onto the sofa arm rest. So open to him. Just waiting.

His fingers played with the wetness at my entrance. And then he slowly eased them inside.

"Mmmmm" I moaned breathily.

And then nearly shot off the sofa.

Something had thwumped inside me. Like an electric shock, like a switch being flicked. I'd never felt that before. I scrambled to my elbows and knocked his hand away.

"What the hell was that?" I accused him indignantly.

His face was a picture of amusement.

"I think we just found your g-spot" he responded slowly.

Oh. I blushed.

Felt mortified at my own experience.

"Jolly good," I told him sounding far calmer than I felt and lying back down again. "Carry on"

"I'll go slowly." he said, replacing his fingers.

I felt them penetrate again, feeling larger than his cock, which puzzled me.

"How many fingers are you using?" I whispered.

"Just one." came back the answer.

Oh. Well that was a surprise. I guess my face must have crumpled in confusion.

Without him missing a bear I felt the pressure within grow .

"That's 2" he said.

I bit my lip.

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By *itboyslim2Man
over a year ago

stevenage

Love this story

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By *itboyslim2Man
over a year ago

stevenage

Love this story

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over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Apologies. I was all set to write for an hour and Domin8 turned up. More later

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By *oss25Man
over a year ago

Flitwick and Fakenham

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Steve liked being the one to introduce her to new things. She was a grown woman - he'd expected he'd run a mile from such inexperience.

It was the way she embraced it, he decided, that made the difference. He liked how she trusted him, gave herself to him. It was.... Different.

"How many now?" he asked.

"ummm 3?" came back the answer.

He smiled to himself and inserted an extra digit.

"That's 3" he told her as she took an inward breath of surprise and tensed a little before easing off, he felt another small flood of warm wetness from her.

A smile of pleasure was on her lips and her face shone. It was impossible not to be hard when she obviously wanted him so much.

He let her moan while he finger fucked her gently, his other hand alternating between stroking her breasts and flicking her nipples. He grinned each time at her indignant intake of breath and how she squirmed with pleasure straight afterwards.

He didn't want to rush. He bent to kiss her cheek, tiny repeated soft kisses where his lips brushed her skin for a second. Bit lovey dovey Steve, he chastised himself, but couldn't resist doing it again just to see her reaction.

When he judged she was both hugely turned on and very relaxed, he let his hand twist a little and put his fingers in the come hither position.

She bucked as he tapped her gspot. Although this time she let loose an animalistic cry. Her eyes flashed open and he held her gaze, letting his fingers move back and forth without stopping.

"Oh. Oh no." she gasped. "What is that?" Her words cutting off as she shuddered beneath him.

"Weren't you listening?" he chided grinning. "Gspot"

"Pffft" she just had time to stick her tongue out rudely at him, before her back arched as the sensation obviously intensified.

He watched her writhe. Her body was getting used to it and her hips were rising and falling to satisfy her own rhythm, her own desire.

Inexperienced, he thought. But soo wonderfully keen.

"That's so new, Steve" she whispered. "So different." And in a breathless cry she added "I don't know how to come like this, I'm just feeling, I'm not thinking."

He was debating whether to up his tempo, go to 4 fingers or go down on her (christ she was wet, sofa was going to be in a hell of a state) when her face took on a look of intense longing.

" I want you Steve, " her words ringed with a pleading tone.

" I need you in me. Now. Please."

It was too much to resist. He let out a grunt of desire matching her need and mounted her in one swift powerful movement.

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over a year ago

My brain had a millisecond to register that we seemed to have an awful lot of missionary sex, before i was overwhelmed by the wonderful feeling of his cock sliding into me.

"Oh feel that! " I breathed softly. And more moaning that I hadn't intended escaped my lips. His arms were supporting his upper body, muscles braced as they bore his moving weight. Somehow he grabbed my hips and tugged me down so my head was flat and he went in further than ever.

"I'm not doing anything," I apologised. "I'm, I'm just lying here."

It was his turn to take in a sharp intake of breath followed up by what sounded like and uncontrolled mini roar, "Grrr".

His eyes looked down at me, the blue ice-cold and steely - like I was prey he was about to devour.

"That's the idea" his voice was low, throaty and short. His movements intensified. He picked up each hand one by one placing it above my head and lowered his head nearer to me, his hands holding mine,fingers entwining with a hard but simultaneously gentle grip.

My mouth was by his shoulder. His chin near the top of my head. His weight crushing me pleasurable into the sofa. I wanted to wrap my legs around him but he'd wrapped his legs over mine to stop me.

I suspected that without his iron stomach muscles this wasn't a move that would work so well for other guys.

His reversed stomach crunches sent his cock into battering ram mode and I felt my stomach somersault ing out of control. My groin seemed to be on fire and my womb was pulsing.

He was so masculine, I felt so feminine. His grunting making me feel insanely desirable.

"You're incredible" I couldn't help telling him in awe.

His movements got even harder even bigger in response to that and I gasped in astonishment and disbelief. He was grunting with each push and I felt he was close.

My tongue ran over his biceps, tasting the salt in his sweat.

"Bite me" he ordered, so I did. Mouth wide on his arm, letting my teeth gently depress his skin a little.

"Urnghhh" I heard him cry and he came in 3 enormous violent motions. I felt dazed to be on the receiving end of such raw maleferocity. And whimpered in delight and awe.

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over a year ago

He hadn't expected her to bite. It was a knee kerk request borne of too many consensual kinky scenarios. And her pitiful effort was about as painful as a butterfly landing on his skin...

But he sensed another taboo crossed for her, another step on the journey of debauchery he was leading her on. And his orgasm overtook him and he'd yelled out and unloaded deep inside her again.

He looked down to see her anxious face peering up at him. She thinks she hurt me he realised with delight. So sweet. He bent his head to cover her mouth with kisses, raw, passionate, sucking, biting. All the while slowly entering and exiting her soaking wet pussy.

Her breathing was ragged. Her eyes wide and beautiful.

"Stop" she told him. "Don't you ever stop?! Jeez, give a girl a break"

He collapsed on her deliberately, feeling her "oouuff" as she took his weight and then her sigh of contentment. A lazy hand stroked his head.

"That was amazing." she told him. He grinned to himself enjoying her admiration. He didn't hand out platitudes and compliments himself. It wasn't his style and it could cause complications, a misunderstanding of "feelings" his mind recoiling from the word. He liked her - but didn't want her falling in love. Time to call it a day.

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over a year ago

He suddenly became brisk and business-like. Still sweet and forthcoming with kisses. (God the man could kiss and hug for England.)

I couldn't resist teasing. Waited til we were rubbing noses in between a long sensual exchange and looked him in the eyes and said low and with feeling

"I love you"

I felt him stiffen for a fleeting moment and he bent to kiss my ear.

"I love you" I repeated, making my eyes open wide with sincerity and yearning.

He swallowed.

"I love you too." he said. Give him his dues it sounded very convincing.

I lasted 2 seconds with the "marry me" look before I bit my lip in mirth, my shoulders starting to heave.

"No you don't!" I shook with laughter. His face crossed with an expression of relief before he broke into a huge belly laugh.

"Look" he snorted and held up a hand with both sets of fingers crossed.

This set me off even more and we both cracked up. A wonderful feeling of connection and friendship as we aughed until the tears ran.

He helped me up and we both dressed, then surveyed the sofa with dismay. There was a large wet patch on one of the seat cushions.

"I'll take it home and wash it" I said practically, unzipping the cover. I was a bit surprised by the plastic waterproof sheeting around the cushion. Weird. As if this was prethought out. But I'd better things to think about.

I waved to Dave the security guard as we signed out of the building, relieved he didn't seem to want to chat for once. Steve called me an uber. I was all set to protest I could make my own way home, but the emotion of the day hit and I realised collapsing in a taxi was exactly what I needed.

"So what have you planned for the weekend" he asked conversationally.

"Tidying up" I groaned. "Shopping. Then I'll go meet Simon on Sunday."

"Who's Simon?" he asked.

I regarded him thoughtfully.

"Simon," I said. "Simon, my fiance"

I saw a look of surprise cross his face.

"Fiance?"

I nodded "Uh huh. He's been in America on business."

He pursed his lips.

"You've never mentioned him"

I regarded thoughtfully, wincing a little. Perhaps I hadn't. I was forever forgetting these kind of social niceties.

"You never asked" I pointed out.

He grinned widely at me.

"Fair play" he said "I never did.

I shrugged - was this going to get awkward.

The taxi arrived.

" Friends? "I looked up at him.

His eyes bored into me looking serious and then suddenly clearing. He bent to kiss my cheek.

"Friends and fuck buddies!" he whispered in my ear laughing.

I pulled my head back and grinned at him in pleasure as I climbed in the cab.

"Laters?!"

He roared laughing as he swung the door shut on me and I wound the window down to wave goodbye.

"Laters!!" he replied, smile wider than ever.

I winked and the uber pulled away.

The End.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

I've had such a blast writing this - the first thing I've written and I'm just thrilled people have enjoyed it. A wonderful bonus I wasn't expecting.

I didn't want a typical heroine or a typical ending - Caro is on the autistic spectrum and she is gagging for it far more than most heroines in novels are ever allowed to be.

I hope you're not disappointed. Caro x

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

It was beautifully written and please write something else again soon. For a first attempt- mind blown.

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By *onle81Man
over a year ago

Sherborne

That was a fantastic story so well written

Thank you for sharing your lovely mind mtge ending was perfect

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