Work Experience - Day's End - The Day After
Romance with Angela begins
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Readers should read Work Experience - Day's End before reading this part, and while not really necessary, reading Work Ethnic will help fill in some details about Angela. Thank you.
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Yesterday Catherine and I left off where we'd finished work for the day and then fucked before going our separate ways, with these words of Catherine's still in my mind... "You know you can do anything you want to me, any time, any where... I mean it, anything you want... any time... any where." That was yesterday.
And today was Friday.
Catherine was already at work when I arrived.
As I came into the office, I made my morning greeting of, "Good morning Compadres," in a cheerful voice.
I looked across at Catherine as the other staff replied. She didn't reply, but she did give me a beautiful, 'Good Morning' smile, and there was a sparkle in her eye that I'm not sure I'd noticed before. Ahhhh, that was a relief I thought to myself. I felt good about what had happened yesterday, but I did wonder what Catherine felt about it. But I need not have been concerned, as her smile told me all was OK.
I sat down at my desk, and started to get ready for the day's work.
Shortly after, Catherine came over to my desk and bent down over it in front of me and said "I think you dropped this yesterday."
But I was not listening. I swear her shirt had more buttons undone than usual because as I looked up, I could see right down her shirt, and what I saw stunned me. I could see both breasts hanging down. I could even see her nipples. Then it really dawned on me. She was not wearing a bra! ... Instant hard-on!
"Wha..." I croaked out. "Oh...Yeah... I wondered what happened to it."
I could see she was much amused by my reaction. She had the biggest grin on her face, as I clenched my lips and gave a barely perceptible shake of my head, trying to look angry and letting her know that her behaviour was inappropriate. But then, a second or so later, my mouth also broke into a big grin, but I was still shaking my head as she straightened up and went back to her own desk.
This little scene did not go unnoticed amongst some of the other staff as both Angela and Katie asked me if I was OK. "Yes," I replied, "I'm OK," and shot a quick look at Catherine.
I was getting into dangerous territory. I don't know about Catherine, but if Katie or Angela had found out about Catherine, the relationships I had with them, no matter how strong, might have been permanently finished. I was pretty sure about that and it was a situation I preferred did not happen, and whilst I had not intended what had happened between Catherine and I, I did have the willpower to say 'no' but chose not to.
Maybe I was just scared of committing to women, extremely attractive women, who were some twenty years younger than I was, and was subconsciously prepared to sabotage those relationships because of my doubts. I hoped not. As it was, I could have settled into a permanent relationship with either Angela or Katie, but could not decide between them. My feelings for both were strong and deep, but they were so different to each other. Catherine was really nice and I liked her a lot, but there was something missing.
But lust between us, was most definitely not. Neither was there a genuine lack of attraction to each other.
Perhaps this was a part of a deeper problem within me. Perhaps my marriages had not lasted because I was simply not a one woman man. But even if this was true, I had never been unfaithful in my committed marriages or relationships, until we both, my partner and I both knew we had no future together as a couple. And one of these marriages had lasted 16 or 17 years!
Damn! I digress so easily. And so back to work.
I found it a bit hard to concentrate today. I kept glancing at Angela, at Katie, at Catherine at various times during the morning. But one thing I could not hide. That was that my hard-on was distracting me. Thoughts, that no matter how hard I tried to suppress about last night's sex with Catherine, kept intruding. How was I going to keep my composure today! Thank God it was Friday!
And it didn't help matters that Catherine had the desk directly opposite me and as I stole glances in her direction, I could see her nipples straining against, and poking through her shirt. Damn, I wanted to squeeze those breasts, suck those nipples. And it didn't help that I suspected she knew what she was doing to me. Occasionally, when she knew I was looking she would reach behind her back, ostensibly to scratch it, but which served only to accentuate the erotic vision of not only her breast stretching the fabric tight, but that of her tip of little finger sized nipple poking through the fabric even further.
Sometimes, I really do hate being a guy. Sometimes I hate the influence that my cock has over not only my brain, but also my heart. But I guess we all have to cope with situations as best as we can.
Anyway, the morning dragged, until I heard Catherine say, "I'm going to lunch now," as she got up from her desk, took her lunch with her, and went down to the lunch-room at the end of the building.
I waited about five minutes and then I followed her to the lunch room. As I entered she was standing at the sink. I moved behind her and put my arms around her waist and pulled her back to me. Half the morning I'd had a hard-on, on and off, and there was no doubt she could feel it.
"Careful," she said. "Someone might come in."
"You're right," I said, took her hand, and whilst not the most glamorous thing to do I led her into the male toilets. We went into the cubicle, locked the door, and as I was behind her, I put my hands on her breasts and squeezed them while kissing the back of her neck. My hands then quickly moved down to her waist, undid the button and zip on her pants and pulled them down. I pressed on her shoulder with my left hand to get her to bend over, while with my right, I undid my zip and pulled out my cock. Her pussy was already wet by the time my cock head found her vaginal entrance so I was able to enter easily. This was pure lust happening and as I moved in and out faster and faster and it was only a couple of minutes later I shot my load inside her as I pulled back on her legs to get as deep as I could. She also came, and given the selfishness of my actions, her orgasm was much, much bigger than I could have expected. But still, she would have to wait a bit longer for more, as we both, cleaned ourselves up, got dressed and returned to the lunch room proper. I went first to make sure the coast was clear, and when I found it was, called her out.
"Sorry about that," I said looking a bit sheepish.
"Oh there's absolutely no need to apologise... for anything" she said smiling. "I loved it. Really loved it... and remember, I did say anything, any-time, any-where... and sometimes a girl just likes to be taken in lust, without that time consuming foreplay stuff," as she gave me a quick kiss on the lips and we both sat down to have our lunches as if nothing had happened, the only indication of the lust that had just taken place was that our flushed faces were slowly returning to their normal colour.
And none too soon, as Katie walked in to get a drink of water. I'm sure she had picked up on something as I looked up at her, smiled, and saw her look at me, then at Catherine, whose head was still down reading, then back at me. Maybe I imagined it, but I thought I saw for the tiniest split-second moment, a slight frown on the face of that beautiful blue-eyed goddess.
She finished her drink and left the room.
A short time later, Angela walked into the room. She took her lunch from the fridge, sat down at the table, started putting together her healthy sandwich, picked up a magazine from the stack that was at the side of the table and started reading it.
A short time later, Catherine put the magazine she was reading back on the stack, folded up her lunch wrap, threw it in the bin, got up from the table, and as she left, she looked and smiled at me.
When Catherine had left, Angela said to me, "Do you still like me?"
Truthfully, I said, "Oh God, yes! ...I haven't been wanting to push things because I was afraid you might think I was coming on too strong, and that that might scare you off. You are the most sensual woman I have ever met. I like you... a real... real... lot." I paused. "But I'm not sure what you really think about our age difference. That scares me a bit, 'cos you are so beautiful, so sensual, you could have anybody you want.
"And I often wonder how it would be if you wanted to go out with your friends, and then brought this old man along and told them I was your boyfriend." Another pause. "You know I want to hold you again, I want to make love to you, I want to taste you. I want you to be a part of me, and I want to be a part of you." Another pause. "I want us to be as one, and I am terrified that if we got there, you would leave because you have twenty more years of living to do before you get to my age."
"Do you really think I would have let you, asked you, to make love to me if any of those things were a worry to me?" Angela replied. "But I feel better now though, 'cos I was thinking that even though I invited it, that once you'd fucked me you wouldn't like me any more."
"God, you have no idea how much I sometimes wish no-one else was in the office, so I could just wrap myself around you, and hold you, and kiss you, and... make love to you," I stammered.
"We CAN meet outside the office you know," she said, smiling.