1. Putting in the Overtime - Part One


    Date: 8/22/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: henrygatewood, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    pity,” she said wistfully. “I must admit I was being quite deliberately exhibitionist. I was showing far more cleavage than is usually considered proper for the office.” “Deliberately?” I asked, smiling. “Oh, don't get excited, Alex,” she said, giving me a look. “It wasn't for your benefit.” “No?” “No. It was not. I was trying to give TB another heart-attack.” We both burst out laughing. TB was our manager, and to his face it meant The Boss. Behind his back he was never anything but That Bastard. It was a testament to the sheer contempt with which TB was viewed by the vast majority of his employees, clients, associates and at least a few family members that two otherwise decently-mannered people would laugh at a heart-attack joke about a middle-aged man, but before anyone gets too sanctimonious about taste let's remember he had the first one when his wife walked into the marital bedroom one night to find him blowing cocaine through a straw up her younger sister's arse. “I should have flashed him my knickers instead,” said Vanessa, when she got her breath back. “That would've tipped him over. I was wearing my special red ones yesterday.” I tried to pull back the quizzical expression before it had progressed very far across my face, but I wasn't quick enough. “Oh yes, that's right,” she said, giving me a knowing look. “They were green, weren't they?” I shrugged. “Wouldn't know,” I lied. “You're a pervert, Alex,” she said simply, but with a smile in her voice. “And not a very ...
    subtle one. You wouldn't catch me staring at someone's bum every time they bent over.” It might have been my imagination, but I thought I heard a tiny, tiny emphasis on the word “catch”. “Do you...” I began, but she interrupted. “You know that printer in front of my desk in the other room?” she said. “On top of the drawers against the wall?” “Oh yes,” I said bitterly, my train of thought easily derailed by mention of this persistent daily annoyance. “The bloody ethernet cable falls out nearly every day, and I have to lean right...” “You have to lean right over to reach down the back and reconnect it, so you can print out the morning reports,” Vanessa finished for me, grinning. “Yes. I know.” It took a few moments, but then realisation dawned. “You mean... you've been... so that... you...” I ran out of words. It had been irritating me for months. “I especially look forward to 'casual' Fridays,” she said, leaning forward across the table towards me and lowering her voice to a whisper. “You always wear those jeans.” Those deep, smiling eyes held me spellbound once more, but at the bottom of my field of view I could see her breasts practically spilling out onto the desk. “It is a bit hot in here, isn't it?” I said. “Maybe you should open the window,” said Vanessa, flicking her gaze away towards it for a moment, breaking the spell. “Good idea,” I said. I made to stand, then suddenly had second thoughts and sat back down. I looked pleadingly at Vanessa, and tried to convey without ...
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