“Sorry mate, you wanted a bigger role. I need you to go and sort this mess out. It’ll only be for a couple of weeks. I warn you; I think they’ve really fucked up this time. Heads will have to roll.”
I sighed. There was no point in arguing. I was responsible for the branch. I needed to get this latest mess sorted out. I thought about the small team there. The boss was old-school and drank too much. The IT team were solid geeks. I knew the Anne, the supervisor who did most of the work, mid-thirties, nice smile, always friendly. Sarah seemed OK, early twenties, lovely eyes and a preference for low-cut tops, nipples with a mind of their own. Then there was Katie, late teens, blonde, slim and who wore clothes that were too tight and skirts that were just too short to be appropriate for the office.
“Do you know what happened?”
“Not really, we’re a couple of hundred K down somewhere. It’ll be a cock-up, no one there is bright enough to organise anything to fiddle that amount.”
I got to the office at five-thirty. Sarah was the only one there and she was packing up. She was far prettier than I’d given her credit for. She was standing at her desk. She was about five foot five and normal, average build. Her long brunette hair was tied back in a ponytail and her brown eyes sparkled. “Hi,” she said, “didn’t expect to see you until tomorrow.” I could see her nipples were going rogue already, like little buttons in her blue T-shirt.
I tried to look her in the eyes. “Hi Sarah, just wanted to send a few e-mails and get the IT folks to fix something.” What I was thinking was, how about bending over the desk for me?
As if by thought transference she bent forward slightly over her desk, pressed a button on her phone, and stood up. “I’ll be off then.” Her nipples were now sticking out like coat pegs. I fought the urge to squeeze her tits. I watched her leave the office, her arse was nicer than I remembered, and her legs were much shapelier. Maybe the next few weeks would be OK after all.
Next day, I was in the office by eight-thirty. My plan to be there before everyone else failed; supervisor Anne was already in, standing over a spare desk sorting the incoming post and internal paperwork. The first view I got was of her nicely rounded backside and I realised she was another I’d under-rated.
She turned around. “Sarah left a note, I’ve cleared a desk for you.” She pointed. “Coffee’s fresh.”
Anne was one of those people you’d call “nice”. She smiled easily. Her bobbed brown hair suited her round face, and the faint lines around her pale blue eyes accentuated her comfortable attractiveness.
Noise heralded Katie’s arrival. “Turn it off, I’ve told you before, use headphones in the street if you must play that racket,” Anne snapped, without looking around. Katie was all in pale blue, the skirt was more micro than mini, her top was tight, and her tanned legs were bare. For all her obvious attributes, I didn’t find her appealing in any way.
The local manager called in sick. It was a regular occurrence. He spent days either drunk or hungover. I called the team together at ten. The bickering started at about a minute past.
“Dip your headlights, will you?” Katie sneered at Sarah.
“Just because my nipples are bigger than your tits.” I tried not to smile; she wasn’t far short of the mark.
“At least blokes want to see mine.”
“Yep, half the town has, with a microscope.”
“Enough,” I said. I noticed Anne roll her eyes. My boss was right, they wouldn’t collaborate for long enough to cause the problem.
It was a long day, spent poring over orders, returns, and various logs. Sarah and Katie sniped all day. By five, I’d had enough. “Go home, you two, we’ll carry on tomorrow.” Anne stayed behind, busying herself with various messages and notes.
“Those two really get on my tits. It’s not like either of them have much to brag about.” I was surprised to hear Anne’s voice.
“I can think of worse places to be.” Did I say that or think it?
She turned to face me, hands on hips. I must have said it. “No one ever notices little old Anne, who keeps her 36Ds hidden under blouses that aren’t stretched in every direction.” She’d undone two buttons.
“Look, sorry, that was out of order.”
“Bang out of order, but I’ll take every compliment I can get. I just thought you fancied a younger model.”
“Katie’s plain irritating and I don’t know what to make of Sarah. She looks nice but she’s just as annoying.”
I closed the gap between us and slowly reached over to undo the third button. I caught a glimpse of well-filled cream lace. Anne looked at me. I slipped my right hand inside her blouse and cradled her left breast. She closed her eyes as I squeezed gently, then placed her hand on mine, sandwiching the cotton of her blouse between us.
“Gently, please, it’s been a while, and they get quite sensitive.” She reached up and kissed me. Her lips were full and soft. I slipped my hand inside the lace and caressed her soft, warm breast.
“Am I getting on your tits now?” I said.
“It feels like you’re holding one.” I moved my hand upwards. My left hand joined the party, mirroring it. “Now I think you’re the one who’s on my tits.”
“You kept these well hidden.” She turned away from me. For a second, I thought Anne was having second thoughts. Instead, she locked the meeting room door and undid the remaining buttons, then the clasp of her lacy bra. Her tits were magnificent, full, round and soft. Her large dark nipples stood to attention. Sarah and Katie would have been impressed. I was, my hands were drawn to them like magnets. “Magnificent,” I said as I cradled them, “don’t let those two get on your tits. I have much better plans for them.”
“Slow down, I’m really out of practice,” she said, “it’s been a long time.” She put her hands behind my neck and drew me in to a soft kiss while I carried on massaging her soft breasts. Anne broke off the kiss, moved over to the large table and bent across it. I lifted her skirt, exposing her shapely legs and inviting, round backside. I ran a finger up the back of each leg. “Great legs, lovely arse,” I said. She giggled.
I lowered her navy blue knickers, and she did that sexy hop that women do as she freed her feet from them. I fondled her firm round cheeks then ran a finger up the inside of each shapely thigh. “Touch me,” she said. Gently, I ran one finger around her lips. She squirmed slightly and parted her legs a little more. “Yes, please, just there,” she said breathlessly as she wriggled in response to my finger.
I undid my zip and freed my engorged cock from its prison. As I rubbed the head up and down her slit, her juices run down onto me. I pushed slowly into her warm tunnel, feeling her muscles clench around me. Anne held her breath, then relaxed. I pushed into her a little more, again she clenched her muscles. “Is that OK?”
“Oh God, yes. Just go slowly,” she said.
I was halfway into her. I moved my hands to her breasts, squeezing them and feeling her hard nipples boring into my palms. I pushed further into her. Anne’s muscles clenched hard around me, then relaxed. I pushed myself fully inside, she gasped and squeezed. I paused and drew back. As I returned she clenched again, then relaxed as I withdrew. I quickened the pace; each thrust was met with a squeeze from her internal muscles. As I went faster and drove deeper, she suddenly locked around me, held me for what felt like ages, then relaxed again.
I went faster; each thrust was met with a tensing of her internal muscles. Anne made almost no noise, just the occasional “aah.” I started to drive hard into her, fighting her clenching, my stomach muscles colliding with her soft round buttocks as I pushed as deep as I could. Her pussy locked around me, and she started to shake. Her nipples turned to steel in my hands, then she gasped, and I came inside her. “Oh, my God,” she said quietly, “I haven’t come like that before.”
She started to get up from the table. I withdrew; she turned and fell to her knees. She took my softening cock in her mouth and sucked me clean. “Haven’t done that in years either,” she said, smiling. She picked up her knickers, fastened her blouse, and said, “Now, if you don’t mind, a lady has to make herself presentable. Dinner is in order, don’t you think?”
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