It was Friday evening, at around quarter to seven on a November evening..
Jim and Michelle were the last to remain in the office, having agreed to remain to complete an important marketing project the two had been working on for the past couple of weeks.
With the deadline looming on Monday, Tony had suggested that he continue a revamp and double check of the graphic layout whilst Michelle proof read and amended the written content.
This scenario suited both, as they worked well together and enjoyed and relaxed in each others company in what could be a fraught environment. The marketing office could be busy at times, but with a glut of contracts coming in, the team had been under pressure lately, but had bonded well, and good working relationships had been forged and strengthened. Jim hadn't worked there long, just a couple of months, but had adjusted well and integrated. He was quiet but confident and possessed a certain poise which had not gone unnoticed by his female colleagues, complimented by his good looks and lean frame. Michelle was in her early thirties, and had worked within the marketing department for a few years, and was popular with both the male and female staff.
She would describe herself as chunky, but in reality she was a size 14, with amble bosoms, clear, creamy skin and slightly reddy hair. She was medium height, but had well proportioned legs and a rounded bottom which flattered her hips and slim waist. Her features were striking, prominent cheekbones, but her face was soft and warm in appearance. These features were complimented by a soft, rich voice and assured character, her behaviour bordering on the flirtatious at times yet subtle enough to retain an air of true professionalism and competence. The colleagues sat at their respective desks, diagonally opposite each other occupied by their particular responsibilities.
Jim had just put the phone down to his partner after sheepishly explaining the situation to her, and receiving a mild torrent of annoyance for disrupting her plans. She was going out regardless and would see him later on, which prompted a mix of emotions from Jim, of short lived guilt, relief, annoyance and finally settling on indifference. He stretched, rubbed his eyes and tried to focus on the task in hand. Staring at his monitor, progress was slow but steady and he calculated that he would be finished by around 9. He sipped at his coffee, and reclined in his chair.
His thoughts began to meander, as he cogitated the conversation he had just had with his partner. He imagined her stomping around their flat, cursing him as she prepared to go out to the usual haunt of her work colleagues and meet her small pool of acquaintances. His thoughts began to take another direction as he envisaged her being chatted up by a couple of guys at the bar, then fast forwarding to the point where they persuaded her to go clubbing, accompanied by one of her friends, persuading them to snort coke, neck codeine and culminating in her being doubly penetrated over their Ikea sofa, at the flat, whilst her friend pissed into her open willing mouth. His thoughts were interrupted when Michelle's voice infiltrated his fantasy.
"You look preoccupied… how are you getting on?" she asked from across the room.
Jim was suddenly nudged back into consciousness, aware that he wore a mildly disturbed frown but was quite horny from the scenario he had just played out. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, to accommodate his now erect cock in his suit trousers.
"Yeah, I'm fine… just getting some inspiration. How about you?" he replied, as he recomposed himself.
He looked over to where Michelle was sat. She was bathed in the diffused light of her desk lamp, which accentuated her features, and added a translucency to her skin and blouse. His mind instantaneously opened its file on Michelle, marginally influenced by the residual surge of adrenaline from his erotic fantasy about his partner.
The marketing team was predominantly female, with the only other males being a middle aged gristly, bespectacled fellow called Mike, who dealt with figures and accounts, and Ben, who at 24 was Jim's age, but was considerably shorter, and wider, but a decent enough spar, and an occasional after work drinking partner. The team leader was Helen, a buxom woman in her late thirties, friendly enough but aloof at times. She also suffered from halitosis, but because of her generous breasts and penchant for short skirts she was worth a second look from time to time. The rest of the team was comprised of Kash, a young bubbly Anglo-Asian psychology graduate, who despite her education seemed a bit dim and irritating at times, although Jim didn't know whether this was his "racial intolerance" emerging or not.
Despite this, he wasn't interested enough to over contemplate this moral dilemma, as she had ballooned in size over the past couple of months, and had poor dress sense. Asian babes reject. Kim was the other designer in the team, in her forties, with a seasoned quality about her, and pleasant features. Average tits, nice arse, but a bit of a belly. Worth a thought every now and then in quieter moments, under the category of horny housewives, but not worth a trip to the gents for a quick one off the wrist. Finally there was Tracy. No oil painting, but a certain eminence about her, intelligent, and a round arse and big tits. Gents material, indeed.
Ben and Jim had occasionally reviewed the team in the pub after work, and discussed the relative merits of winter clothing versus summer collections, when applied to the female staff. Black tights and short skirts, versus flowing summer dresses and bare legs. Ben would be more overtly primeval in his assessments of his colleagues, and after a few pints would divulge his base fantasies which bordered on the disturbing but innocuous. However, both agreed that out of all the women, it was Michelle who provided the most material for wank fodder. Flirty without being tarty, with an off -focus allure, Jim couldn't quite trust his instinct about whether there was an attraction or not and from whom it came.
His mental search engine filtered the Michelle data in an instant. Attractive, good figure with low maintenance needs, funny, and no discernibly annoying characteristics. The search engine finished its mission, out of data. Was she attached? She had come to the pub on occasion, but never stayed for a prolonged time, laughed appropriately at Jim's conversation, kept good eye contact, responded well to probing but kept her boundaries and left a pleasant yet enigmatic aura. She was a contrast to Jim's partner, not so in physique, but certainly in personality.
"Mmmm. I've still got quite a way to go, but I've got no plans for this evening, so I'm here for the duration. Was that your girlfriend?" Michelle asked.
Again Jim was jolted into here and now, his brain reengaging, alarm bells sounding in his visceral regions as his erection moaned and growled in its enclosure.
"Huh??" was his most coherent response, as he focussed on her eyes, rather than her tits.
"The phone call, was that your girl friend?" she asked again, smiling, and gently sweeping her hair away from her face.
"Uhhmmm… yeah, yes it was. She's miffed because we were supposed to go up Broad street, but I'm not missing anything I've not seen, heard or yawned at before. So she's going out anyway." He replied.
He'd found his rhythm and continued. "So I'm here for the duration too."
He smiled and they were momentarily engaged in an optical embrace, which whilst comfortable, felt ambiguous enough for Jim to break off and look blankly at his monitor again.
"Good. " Michelle replied. And still smiling, echoing Jim, turned to face her monitor again.
Jim's erection continued to throb in its pen, and he was experiencing moderate rushes of adrenaline. His face felt hot and he reflexively loosened his collar. He shook his head, and squinted at the screen. There had been a weighty silence since their exchange, which although not disturbing had maintained his visceral alert.
