Being the office junior wasn't always much fun, but it was a job. A job that Neil had fallen into by accident when he left school with no idea of what he wanted to do. His Certificate of Secondary Education grades were mediocre; he'd been fortunate that the local county council had lowered its entry-level qualifications. In the summer of 1969, there were plenty of jobs to be had, but he knew that he had no aptitude to become a skilled tradesman or engineer, so some kind of office clerical job seemed the best bet.
He was a tall, slim, good-looking young man, almost still a boy really, with blond hair and a friendly smile. He was shy and good-natured, the women in the office often teased him, and he took their jokes in good humour.
Debbie was a petite redhead with a pretty face. She had a nice figure, and great legs, and was in her late twenties and married. She was Neil's supervisor and had taken him under her wing. She liked him, even if he needed a nudge now and then to remind him to concentrate on what he was supposed to be doing.
Barbara, who's desk adjoined Neil's, was twenty-one and single, with a steady boyfriend. She was tall with brown eyes, long dark hair, and wore miniskirts that looked great on her long legs, but she was not quite as sexy and attractive as she liked to think she was. She often teased Neil but was sometimes quick to take offence if the joke was on her.
Gaynor was an outgoing, cheerful woman of thirty-five. She was a bit of a throwback to the early sixties and had a shapely figure that she showed off in close-fitting, knee-length dresses. She had an attractive face, but straightening her prominent front teeth would have made it more so. She was married and originally from Wales.
The section was headed up by Joe, a small, affable middle-aged man, whose 'hands-off' management style allowed the office to more or less run itself. The final members of the team were: Bill, a slightly eccentric man in his mid-thirties, who still lived with his divorced mother; Gail, a middle-aged spinster; and Maud, a long-time married woman close to retirement.
The office was at the end of a long corridor, one of three that housed the department within which it was located. All in all, taking into account each of the departments in the county headquarters building, just under nine hundred staff worked at the site. There was a thriving community feel to the place, with a sports and social club, various societies, a small shop, a bank, a canteen and a restaurant. Most of these facilities had been provided to soften the blow of moving staff from various buildings in the city centre to the newly built County Hall on the outskirts.
Teasing and flirting were part and parcel of working life in the offices. Neil watched it all with great interest now that he was out in the adult world of work. Almost two-thirds of the workforce were female and it seemed that everywhere he turned, there were attractive women to admire. From the young women clerks and typists, to older, mostly married, administrative assistants, the place was full of desirable women, and they all seemed to be out of his reach. He wasn't overly confident and he didn't have a girlfriend; his interests lay in cricket, football and masturbation.
He lived with his parents in a village about five miles from where he worked and used his motorcycle to get around. His mother had commented on how quickly he was getting through paper tissues from the box in his bedroom; she wondered why he always had such a runny nose. In an attempt to avoid further embarrassing questions, he had taken to buying his own supply and keeping them stashed away on the top shelf of his wardrobe.
The women in his office pulled his leg and flirted with him at will. Barbara told them all what a nice-looking young man he was and how he'd be quite a catch by the time he reached twenty-two. This left him feeling that he still had a long way to go before he was considered to be a real man. Some of the girls his age clearly fancied him, but he was not good at reading signals, and the ones he liked best seemed to him to be out of his league.
He'd been to the pictures with one of the girls from the typing pool, and he'd had a couple of dates with a pretty junior clerk from an office along the corridor, but he hadn't managed to get a kiss from either of them. He was sexually inexperienced but lacked the boldness and confidence to do anything about it.
The office had many visitors throughout each working day; girls delivered typing, the post was collected, and older single men from the office next door often loitered with Debbie, Barbara and Gaynor. Their sexualised banter was usually near the knuckle, but the women took it all with a weary acceptance. By far the biggest treats each day, as far as Neil was concerned, were the frequent visits of Evelyn. She was an assistant to a couple of senior advisers and was always ribbing Joe and Bill, turning them on with her easy charm and very attractive appearance.
Eve, as she was known to her friends, was thirty years of age and married to a fireman called Gary. She wore minidresses and attracted men like bees around a honeypot. Her legs were firm and shapely and her breasts were magnificent; larger than average but not huge. With a well-proportioned waistline, she was easily one of the most desirable women in the building. Her short dark, well-styled hair and black-framed glasses gave her a sophisticated look that made her even more sexy and desirable.
Neil was smitten by her, but she was so far out of his league that he felt like a gibbering idiot in her presence. She confidently brushed off flirtatious advances from all of the men that she encountered. She laughed and joked with all of his colleagues but, it seemed to Neil that she hardly knew he existed. He occasionally needed to speak to her about a minor issue or to take documents to her office but, whilst she was always polite, she never really took any interest in him, or spoke to him much. When his colleagues cracked a joke at his expense she would join in with the laughter, but that was the limit of her recognition of his presence.
He silently worshipped her to such an extent that he rarely included her in his many masturbation fantasies. He masturbated regularly about Debbie, Barbara and Gaynor; especially Debbie. He also frequently shot his load while thinking about several other women who worked in the offices. He'd wank over fantasies about his next-door neighbour's wife, the girl that lived across the road, his friend's girlfriend, his mother's friends and especially his aunt, but he wouldn't allow himself more than fleeting thoughts about fucking Evelyn.
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As the summer turned to autumn and December approached, Neil had settled into his role as the office junior and the butt of everyone's jokes. Colleagues had started to talk about plans for office Christmas parties. Tales were told of previous years goings-on, and embellished so much that Neil imagined the office to be a den of iniquity on the last day before the Christmas holiday. Debbie told him quietly not to believe everything he heard and to take it all with a pinch of salt; he was glad of her advice.
Offices were decorated and mistletoe was hung. He built up his hopes that he might get a kiss and a grope with one or two of the young female staff, but he didn't have anyone in particular in mind. Christmas Eve morning was much like any morning in the office, the only difference being that mince pies and sausage rolls were provided by women who had been busy with home baking.
He'd come to work on the bus that morning so that he didn't have to worry about how much he could have to drink. As lunchtime approached, a mild excitement started to build; older single men from the department hung around any women who showed the slightest interest in them by laughing at their jokes or joining in with their flirtatious banter.
The plan was to go into the city centre, have a few drinks in the bar of the Grand Hotel, then come back to the offices and get the numerous Christmas parties underway. The hotel bar was packed, drinks flowed, bodies rubbed against one another and inhibitions took flight. Gaynor and Evelyn were there, being chatted up by male colleagues.
Neil found himself with Peggy and Janet from the Treasurer's Department. He knew them slightly, and neither of the young women played hard to get. Before long, Janet produced a sprig of mistletoe and dared Peggy to give him a Christmas kiss. She obliged and stayed attached to his lips for several moments in a corner of the bar. As soon as Peggy had put him down, an aroused Janet forced her tongue into his mouth and gave him what, until that moment, was the best kiss of his life. It was a swirling dance of lips and tongues, the warm embrace of her body, with her firm thigh pressed against his penis, gave him a solid erection.
Colleagues cheered as he came up for air, it felt like a rite of passage, as though he was no longer seen as the gauche boy from the Further Education Branch. Janet looked quietly pleased at the realisation that she'd made his cock go hard against her thigh. He caught sight of Evelyn briefly through the crowded bar. Her eyes were on him in a way that they never had been before. She was looking at him, rather than through him. Her expression held a trace of interest until she was distracted by Jeff, a colleague in his early twenties, who was not disguising his lust for her. Evelyn had looked a little troubled in the last few days but she'd had a couple of drinks and was beginning to relax a little.
It was soon time to get back to the offices. An already merry group of workers piled into several cars and made their way back to their office parties at County Hall. Neil had managed to get into the front seat of a car that already had Evelyn on the back seat, sitting between Jeff and his friend Steve. They flirted outrageously with her and tried numerous times to give her a Christmas kiss but she resisted their persistent amorous advances.
Neil felt uncomfortable with the way that the two men were trying to get their hands on her. The already short minidress that she was wearing had ridden up until she was almost showing her panties. He felt as though he wanted to protect her but didn't know how. There was no need for him to worry. Steve put his hand on her thigh while she was forestalling Jeff's attentions, so she gave them both a piece of her mind.
"The next one of you lecherous bastards that touches my legs will get his wrist broken."
"Oh come on Eve, it is Christmas," said Jeff, still attempting to cajole her into a kiss.
"You've got nice legs, I couldn't resist," said Steve.
"Try it again and see what happens."
"You'd better watch it, Steve, her husband's a big fella."
Neil noticed her face darken at the mention of her husband.
