I Smell An Office Romance

"Shit, that can't be the time?" Helen suddenly exclaimed.

I raised my head from my screen and looked at the wall clock.

"It's gone five o'clock Hels, you're gonna miss your bus!" I told her unhelpfully.

"Yes I know that Tom, thank you so very fucking much!" She flashed me a quick smile as she threw her coat around her shoulders.

"You really should learn to manage your time better," I teased, echoing a comment Jodie had made in her appraisal.

She gave me what my gran would have called an old fashioned look. "Staying late again Tom, you little kiss arse? Try and find that last fuck I couldn't give while you're here."

She was captivating in her carefree, casually hostility.

"Someone has to cover for your unfocused commitment to spreadsheets." I countered, again trying to needle her with comments from her appraisal.

"Enjoy your date tomorrow, hopefully this guy won't be put off by that hideous disfigurement and will help you break that dry spell."

The "hideous disfigurement" was a small mole that sat daintily above her cheek, that was in fact absolutely adorable.

"What do you know about my dry spell?" She accused, "And don't pretend you wouldn't be all up in this..." She indicated her petite, shapely form, "if you didn't have that poor woman chained up in your basement."

She referred to my live-in girlfriend, who I hadn't yet told her was no longer live-in, and in fact, no longer my girlfriend.

Jen had found out, and now kept her distance from me.

And I knew more about Helen's dry spell than I could let on.

"I'd love to stay and continue this repartee, but I've a bus to catch, and frankly I'm sick of looking at your face, toodles!" She finger waved and headed for the exit.

"See you Monday Hel's Bells." I called after her retreating back.

Silence fell like silt upon the office, just the thrum of electronics, unnoticed in the day, now filling the void.

I made a note on my pad, clicked my pen on the desk and tossed it to the side. I leant back in my chair and stretched out the day.

I loved Friday's.

Tuesdays and Thursdays too, but especially Fridays.

Helen and I sat opposite each other, I, at my desk everyday, Hel's angel only Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays. She W.F.H for the other two days.

But Fridays were just her and I in the whole office, I had her all to myself. We had become good buddy's over the months we'd worked together, and I treasured my time with her.

But of course, there was the other reason.

Since Jen had found out my peculiarity, I had promised myself I'd stop. The last time was the last time.

It was bad enough her catching me at home, but imagine getting caught on the bus, or the gym!

It would be unpleasant.

Enough was enough and I would indulge no more.

I picked up my pen again and gave it a few more clicks, then threw it down again.

I tried entering some data, but my attention wouldn't stick to the screen, it kept being pulled back to...

No, Tom, come on man. You'be gone two weeks. You were doing well. Don't submit now.

She could come back.

She wouldn't, she'd left later and still caught her bus. And even if she had missed it she wouldn't come back to the bloody office!

But that wasn't the point was it?

The threat of getting caught shouldn't be the reason to stop.

It was wrong. Intrusive, perverted, and immoral.

My heart beat faster. I felt a pulse of blood flood my groin as I thought of the last time.

I needed it. Maybe once more?

I suddenly remembered Jens face after she walked in on me in the living room, on my knees.

The disgust. Revulsion. The undisguised loathing on her face.

That time, I had thought I had time to get my fix, but she'd walked back in too soon.

I shuddered involuntarily as the flood of humiliation washed over me again.

No, I'd not do it again.

I looked back to my screen.

This was next week's work. There was no reason to still be here. I knew why I was still here.

I hadn't admitted it to myself consciously, but I wanted to be here after a day of sitting with Helen, on my own in the empty office.

I stood and brushed the creases from my pale blue shirt.

I used the back of my knees to push away my wheelie chair, and took a lap of the office to stretch my legs.

I nosed at the photos of my colleagues' kids on their desks, poked their stress balls, set Pete's Newton's cradle rocking, the clicks echoing in the empty room.

I strolled the other desks, reading notes and opening the odd drawer.

Before I knew it I was back in front of Helen's desk.

My feet had moved on their own and brought me here.

I pulled her chair out from under her desk. I imagined her sitting here. I imagined myself as her, imagining what she saw over her screen when she talked to me.

I wasn't bad looking, I looked after myself.

Sometimes I thought Helen fancied me, smiles and glances bestowed on me. And sometimes I thought I saw things in her demeanour that said she didn't.

I breathed a big sigh.

I was here. As if dragged to this spot not of my own accord.

I wouldn't do this again. I liked her a lot, and that meant respecting her privacy.

Ok I'd slipped many times in the past and indulged. But I had moved on, my addiction didn't have a hold on me anymore.

I'd proved I could stop, it'd been two weeks.

So one last time. As a treat. Wouldn't hurt. This one time and that would be the last.

A last goodbye to my old self.

I fell to my knees.

I put my hands on her chair armrests and spun it to face me, then lay the side of my face on her chair seat. It still radiated her warmth and I closed my eyes to feel close to her.

I dragged my cheek across the cloth, hoping to impregnate her scent to my skin, until I was face down on her seat.

I took a huge lungful of air through my nose, inhaling as much of her essence as I could, nose touching the cloth.

I held my breath, holding her inside me.

I let my senses describe her to me.

First I smelled her perfume. An hour in Boots Chemist had told me it was Gucci bamboo. I had a bottle at home.

I took in the undercurrents of her day, the mild flower smell of her fabric softener, the sweet hint of her sweat, and the sweetest odour of all, the scent of her hot pussy.

I exhaled slowly savouring every atom of her aroma. I ran my nose down the centre of her seat, from back to front, my nose scratching on the course fibres, breathing in all the way.

My cock was rock hard and I allowed myself to rub it through the fabric of my suit trousers, and remembered the scent of this chair the morning after her last successful date. I groaned softly.

"Tom?"

My heart dropped through the floor. The voice had come from the doorway. It sounded confused and questioning. Not again. Not with Helen.

" Tom, what...are you doing?...are.. you...are you sniffing my seat?" Her tone was disbelieving.

I turned slowly, tears gathering in my eyes. No, this couldn't be happening.

I couldn't speak, there was nothing to explain this.

I managed a small nod and cast my eyes down in shame.

Helen stood there, still and silent for the longest time.

Finally she spoke.

"Well if you like the way it smells, you're going to love the way it tastes" she said, already lifting the hem of her skirt.

I stumbled to my feet falling backward into her chair as she strode towards me.

My guilt and shame were untethered, and all I could focus on now was the black lace underwear, underneath the sheer tights that Helen had revealed, as she wiggled her skirt up past her hips.

"Is this your little secret then Tom? Is this why Jen left you?" Helen quizzed, as she stood in front of me, hands on hips, legs shapely and on display.

"You know? I mean about Jen?" I asked her.

"Have you heard of Facebook Tom?" She asked redundantly. "I was waiting for you to fess up, and then I was thinking about asking you out. But now I'm thinking we skip dinner and a movie, and jump straight into the main event? What do you think?"

She had already started unbuttoning her blouse before I'd even had a chance to answer.

"I'm...I'm sorry about the chair thing." I stammered, overcome with sudden nerves.

"Tom, honey, I do the same to yours"

My face must have made a 'you do??' expression because she shook her head, laughing.

"No, Tom. But it's almost a little compliment.

You wanna go straight to the source?" Helen tore open the gusset of her tights, took my hand and pressed it to her knickers.

The warmth of her pussy sent a wave of pleasure from my fingers directly to my libido, strengthening my already hard erection.

I began to rub her contours through the thin fabric, already feeling it dampen. I had the urge to bring my fingers to my nose, but I resisted. Soon this pussy would be all mine.

I'd never imagined Helen's face wearing the expression she had now, it was almost feral, and it excited me more. Her eyes burned into me with fierce desire.

A boldness overcame me, driven by lust.

"Turn around." I commanded her. "Turn around and bend over."

She paused for the briefest of seconds. She let a wicked smile pull the corners of her lips, then did as she was told.

Her arse was incredible, the perfect crease of her buttocks disappearing as she bent over for me.

I reached out and tore a bigger hole in her tights. Then, still sitting, held her hips and wheeled myself forward plunging my face into her warmth.

I pulled her panties to one side and my first deep lick parted her lips and elicited a long, beautiful moan from Helen. My Hels Bells.

I wallowed in the pleasure of having my face buried into her, I licked hungrily and explored every centimetre of her wet pussy, nestling my nose into her, letting my every sense consume her essence. She wriggled and squirmed under my attentions She let out soft moans, then longer sighs of pleasure and I felt sure she was about to cum as her hips grinded and swayed in my face.

I quickly undid my trousers, freeing my cock, then once again grabbed her hips, this time dragging her down into my lap.

With a little guidance from her delicate hands I slid gratefully into the warm wetness of her pussy.

She leaned back into me and I was able to kiss her neck, and gently bite her ears.

Her eager rocking pushed our chair into the desk, and she began to fuck me urgently.

Her eyes were scrunched tight and with short sharp breaths she let her orgasm grip and constrict her body, eventually she let go and succumbed to the euphoric pulses of pleasure.

I stood her up, happy to see her legs wobble, and quickly swapped places.

Pushing her into the reclining office chair, I wiggled between her legs and re- entered her in one swift thrust.

My desire to cum, to fill Helen up with my hot jizz, spurred me into a frenetic pace.

Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes wide as we locked gazes. The sight of my friend, now lover in the midst of sexual ecstasy, as I'd never dared imagine her, brought me to the brink.

She must have seen it in my eyes, she said,

"Do it baby, let go, give it to me Tom."

Her permission flicked a switch and I came. Hard.

I held her gaze, one hand on her cheek as I thrust every drop into her.

We held the intimate embrace for a minute, maybe two, I inside her, our faces and awkward smiles communicating more than words could.

Eventually pulling out with a delicious sound I couldn't help but notice her pussy overflow, and drip down to the chairs fabric.

A previous me would have been excited at the future prospect of pushing my face into that chair and inhaling. But now I had what I'd wanted all along.

There'd be no more tempting me.

I was sure.

Pretty sure.