It wasn't like I was prying, it was lunch break right? I usually go out to a local café, have a smoke and a couple of bacon rolls, but on this occasion I'd forgot my bloody fags and had to go back to the office for them.
Opening my office door I heard this shuffle and a couple of grunts - who was there, bent proudly across my desk with Heather behind - yes I did say 'behind' and fitted with the latest strap-on taboot, she'd obviously been giving Martin a good seeing to.
Not knowing quite what to do or say, (it took me a while to regain my senses, I mean who would have thought - Heather of all people, that shy quiet prim and proper assistant of mine having it away with my associate. And he the one with his trousers down too offering himself, ass at full prop, to this demure lady.
I decided just to collect what I had come back for, thing is they, the cigarettes, were in my desk drawer which Martin was leant over against, so I simply gave him a nudge, asking him - in his obvious overwhelming embarrassment, to nudge over a bit so I could open the drawer.
They sort of just stopped what they were doing, almost if it wasn't happening, that they had really been caught out their little secret and all, I wondered just how long this had been going on during the lunch hour. Whatever, it seemed they were quite practiced at it, they stood their in their copulating position, stiff and still, just like statues, although I could hear them both panting.
I just decided to leave them to it, even apologised for disturbing them, apologised! Yes and it was my office, but I just wanted somehow to subdue their embarrassment and try to be the very broad minded guy I always aimed to be.
So I left and returned back to the office after lunch and everything was as before, Martin busy with his computer in the adjoining office and Heather sorting the ongoing files.
Nothing more was said - well until going home time that was, Heather said she wanted to talk to me privately and so did Martin, but not at the same time - I resolved to solve it by telling Heather to stay back after work and Martin could see me the following morning. That seemed fine with them both, they looked almost relieved - possible at my attitude, that I hadn't made a big issue of them using my office as, putting it bluntly, a lunch time shagging pad.
Heather looked brave when she approached me, stuttering - she was obviously trying to make a point of that which happed lunch time, and in my office too, would not happen again and she was deeply ashamed and sorry.
All the same, whilst I accepted her statement I was curious as to why Heather would go with Martin of all people, a most unlikely pair they were, him gay and her, well I did think maybe she could be a virgin, the way she was and I knew she was unmarried. And coupled with all that, her apparently taking the stand, with that strap-on tied around her middle.
"Was he alright, Heather?! I asked inquisitively.
She responded with a very surprised look. "Pardon, John?"
"Let's be blunt, was he a good shag?" I continued unashamedly - feeling an arousal starting, and being honest with myself, I had carnal thoughts every day about our so assumed 'demure' Heather. Perhaps now was the time not to hold back my feelings any more, now was the opportunity to get into her skirts -something I had always dreamed of when she was taking my notes, the smell of her perfume, the succulent way she crossed her legs in her below the knee pleated woven skirt. That was a turn on for me any time. And the scenery beneath would really be worth a nice long assessment that would be for sure.
She sort of wiggled in her chair, I could see her taught expression change, now she was more relaxed and their was a glimpse of a smile. "And there was me thinking this may be the end, " she said, " that you would fire me, John."
"I am human, if you two had the need then who am I to judge, but please, not in my office any more!"
"There wont be another time, we are both too embarrassed , and anyway I felt sorry for him, he's been dumped."
"By his boy friend?" I asked candidly
" His boy friend," she replied coyly.
"Ahh! The penny starts to drop, so that's why you were ...?"
She wasn't forthcoming, just looked a trifle awkward. Instead - after a pause she said she hoped I would forgive her.
The recollection of what they were up to made me stiffen. But I was sat behind the desk so no way could she see. I would be bold, I wanted her, even more now - I'd make a proposition - in a sort of a light hearted way.
"Come to dinner with me tonight and I will say no more Heather."
She smiled, there was an expression of relief about her, me wondering was that because I would not make a big thing of what she was doing with Martin or was it because she fancied me. Hopefully I would find out later when I'd ask her to return home with me...
She looked ravishing in her low cut burgundy dress, altogether different from her office attire, and the make up too, it seemed she was really making a play for me, well that's what I was hoping over the steak medallion, Heather nibbling her prawn omelette. "Is that enough for you, Heather?"
"I'm on a strict diet."
"You on a diet? You look absolutely stunning with that figure, why diet?"
"To keep it that way," she smiled looking rather delicious. I could really have her now.
We talked more, about our wants and needs, I wanted to delve into her sexual deviation, what made her want that, but I had to be tactful, I didn't want to shut her down, the idea aroused me. I had to tell her I was bisexual. I had this notion that by coming out with it straight on the line might just relax her to talk about 'that act' with Martin.
I prompted her by saying that there must be more and more girls using strap-ons now, according to Ann Summers sales, but I'd always assumed they were used by Lesbians, surprise, surprise - not so. And I wondered if she and I would get it together later, whether she would like to .... Well, maybe try what she was doing with Martin. What was I thinking, it was not me anyway, never was, with my special friend Daniel I was always the giver and never the taker, and we seemed to get on fine that way.
But for now I was more concentrated on this delectable young woman opposite me who had just finished her prawns thing and delicately tackled a sugar free ice cream for desert.
She paused again before she replied and said it was Martin's idea, because he was missing that, because his boy friend had dumped him.
"Couldn't be the same though" I suggested, "not compared with the real thing surely?"
Heather sipped her wine now, her eyes mellowing , was she going to come out and tell me what I wanted to know, that she enjoyed it - but then women rarely do, do they? They keep you guessing and that added to the attraction, Now I was thumping down under with the table cloth hiding any embarrassment.
Then we finished and left. "Come home with me Heather? I asked
"Okay John I would like that, but I have to confess I don't have my strap on!"
She was teasing surely. I laughed it off and assured her we would not need it. She seemed relieved and smiled gorgeously, she was some girl and I was already obsessed by her. But I wouldn't rush it, I'd pamper her, show her what a romancer I was.
But I had not accounted for how she would be ...that alone and given the opportunity she would be a right goer! we'd hardly got back to my place and settled on the red leather settee when she closed to me, like she was expecting something from me, I wonder what! Come on John, you are not that naïve! My mind was saying. I kissed her lips gently, running the tip of my tongue along them. She liked that, she moaned quietly pressing her lips to mine to encounter a deep long and passionate kiss. I felt her tongue touch mine and the vibrations below were enticing me to take her straight away. It was like we were in perfect harmony as my fingers teased the back of her neck - venturing down, down until I felt the rim of her skirt, her kiss grew more intense as I continued to explore down there, rolling back her skirt and admiring the scenery, she had gorgeous red laced panties adorned by red suspenders which were attached to the most delightful black fish nets, exposing those very luscious white thighs between, I could not hold back, my finger tips soon found her, teasing her around and around as I felt a moistness there which was so wonderfully tempting. She did something I could never have envisaged , she took my hand, lifted it to her lips between our kiss, and licked them, then she put my hand back where it was. Now I was in a sexual fever as I tasted her in her kiss. We both continued enjoying that sublime deep kiss as I wanted to explore beneath the seam of her panties, and then I felt the velvety touch of her wetness as she pulled one leg upwards and outwards, whispering to me to put my mouth where my hand was.
She was absolutely gorgeous and I toyed with the thought of the touch of her femininity with my mouth. Having already sampled her sweet flavour. I was already take in her scent which was very stimulating , the sweet scent of her womanhood was driving me mad. But when I got to smothering her, rolling down her panties she sweetly opened for me and declared that she was a virgin. I looked to see that she was right, a woman untouched made my heart thump and I was soon deep with tongue exploring her tightness.
"You see ," she sighed as I enjoyed her - "I was not having intercourse with your associate in the way you may have thought."
Heather seemed to want me to know that.
