Work Experience - Day's End
Sex at Work
The work day was coming to an end.
It had been a productive day. Damn, I loved working here. I worked in the finance and IT area. I was in my early-fifties, slightly overweight, rapidly balding and wore glasses. If that is not a picture of an unattractive man, I do not know what is, and I am as confused about this as anybody, but that did not seem to be a barrier to getting interest to varying degrees from the female staff, with quite a bit of flirting going on between the single females and myself. Oh, and not always just the single one's either. Plenty of flirting, plenty of laughs, and plenty of friendly sexual tension at times.
I was single now, having divorced from my third wife almost a year ago, happy with my own company, and enjoying my own space after having been in one or two other short term relationships since my last divorce.
And most of all, I loved looking at the women. And I'm not big-noting myself but I'd already been with Angela and Katie, and whilst we continued a friendly relationship we, none of us, had committed to any sort of "committed or exclusive" relationship. I think the girls' biggest worry was my history which was definitely not one that inspired confidence.
But in recent times, the flirting was particularly serious between me and another female colleague, Catherine, who was in her late thirties, maybe early forties I guessed, and that a sort of flirting camaraderie had developed over a period of about three years, ever since she'd joined the company. The flirting occurred frequently, and whilst mainly sexual in nature, it was subtle, so it could never be called crude, or cheap.
Catherine was divorced and lived in her own house with her eighteen year-old daughter and her daughter's boy friend. She had blonde hair, always cut short, with the sides, I think they might be called "bangs," just covering her ears. She had a thin face with blue eyes, a slim neck leading down to a slim body with smallish breasts, a thin waist and thin hips joined to long legs. I'd never actually seen her legs as she always wore slacks at work, and so too at staff social functions we had attended. There had never been any physical contact between us apart from holding each other as we occasionally danced at those social functions, or maybe the slight touch or two at the office as we sometimes accidentally bumped into each other.
But today was different.
I was writing a user manual for some office procedures and in the morning I had asked Catherine to write me a small spiel about one particular aspect of her procedures I was unclear on. Further, I asked her if she could have it done by the end of the day if at all possible.
"Sure, I will be able to do it by then. I can last that long," Catherine said smiling and then added, "Can you?... or can't you wait that long?" I noticed one of the other girls, Katie, at first look up with raised eyebrows, but then just shake her head and roll her eyes.
Wow, I thought. That one wasn't so subtle. But part of the fun we had was the repartee we had going between us.
So I immediately fired back with "Oh I can wait that long if I need to. Whatever it takes to keep you happy," I replied smiling, and we then both went our separate ways and got on with the days activities.
But I again noticed Katie look at me before she quickly looked away again. I had to be careful here. Whilst we were not committed to anyone else, as far as I knew Katie and Angela did not know about each other's relationship with me, and I figured that as much as was possible it should stay that way. If either of them had asked me about the other though, I would have been open and honest in my answer. But I was equally sure that it would spell the end of any relationship, I had going with both of them, no matter how 'uncommitted'. It was a dangerous situation as I really did care a lot about both of them, but I just wasn't ready yet to commit to a long-term relationship, and they both knew and understood that.
The office plan was open area, so we could all see each other. A couple, OK, well maybe a few times during the day, I looked across at Catherine only to see her looking at me with a look I didn't recognise. Maybe like a deep thought look. When she saw me looking at her, she waited a second or two, then looked away and returned to what she was doing.
Hmmmm, I thought, not sure what that is about, so I also just returned to what I was doing. But I confess, I couldn't help thinking about the comment she had made at the start of the day. I mean, that was a real come-on wasn't it? Damn I hate being so dumb as I sometimes do not pick up on the obvious signs. Other guys can do it. Why can't I? I thought. But no matter how dumb I thought I was, surely her actions today left no room for doubt.
Anyway, came the end of the day, and after everyone had left the building, except for Catherine. From across the room I said to her, "You ready to come... give me your results." I was no longer subtle either. Luckily, the last of all the other staff had gone for the day, I thought.
"Yes, I'm ready to come... to give you my results," Catherine replied, smiling.
I think we were both just that little bit cautious, but all it needed was for one or the other of us, to lay the cards on the line, and all doubts would have been removed to the satisfaction of both of us.
"OK, let's see what you've got," but only realising after I said those words, what they might have implied. It was almost a moment of truth.
"Do you really want to see what I've got?" said Catherine getting up from her desk, just as I got up from mine. We met almost in the middle of the office when she handed me the page. I took it and started reading it while she stood beside me. I was finding it a bit hard to concentrate, as I could feel the heat of her closeness and the subtle scent of her perfume. Not only that, her nearness was starting to give me a real hard-on.
I came to a part of the page that I had difficulty reading, and while trying to make sure my voice did not come out falsetto, it still came out a bit cracked as I asked her "I can't quite make this out. Can you help me?"
"Let me see... If I can help you" she said as she moved closer, very much closer. Even though I imagined her breasts were quite small, I could just feel the hard nipple of her left one on the side of my chest, my upper arm in between, and the hard nipple of her right breast just to the right of my arm and pressing against my back. I was really getting distracted now. But Catherine was not done yet.
I could feel the insides of her upper thighs against the front and back of my own thighs. But even more dangerously, I could feel her vulva pressing hard against my thigh. And even through her slacks, I could feel the heat of her pussy against my leg. I swear I could faintly feel it throbbing.
There was no more pretence now. This was blatantly sexual.
"What are you having trouble with?" asked Catherine, as she now also moved her right hand slowly up and down my back and moved the right side of her face against the left side of mine, ostensibly to help her read the document better.
I now finally gave up all pretences as I dropped the page on the floor, turned my head to the left, looked into her blue eyes, then down at her lips which I noticed were moist and moved my lips to hers, which I saw part just slightly before our lips finally met.
So soft initially, were our lips against each other as they searched out and explored each others. The sensuality was literally breathtaking. And then I felt her tongue, pushing through into my mouth, searching for mine. What could I do but respond? The tip of my tongue met hers and the initial sharp points of our tongues softened as they found their partners.
The pressure of the kiss increased but I now needed to move into a more comfortable position so I moved away from Catherine's body which was now pressing harder and harder into my side, so that I now faced her.
My left hand now moved to her back as my lips left hers and moved down to her neck. I nuzzled her neck moving all around it, before moving to her ear lobe, where I did not linger too long, and moved back to her neck. Damn!, women truly are works of art, to be enjoyed in their entirety. Kissing a soft supple neck can sometimes give me as much pleasure as kissing any, and I mean, any, other part. When God created woman, he/she/it created the most wonderful living thing known to man.
As I kissed Cath's neck, I felt a pressure on my trouser covered cock. She was rubbing her hand up and down along its now fully erect length. I moved my right hand up now to cover and squeeze her left breast. 'Twas now I heard Catherine moan for the first time.
I now moved back from her a little, just enough so I could undo the buttons on her shirt, started undoing the top button when she grabbed both sides of her shirt and simply ripped them apart, scattering buttons onto the floor. The least I could do was help her remove the now somewhat damaged shirt. And no sooner had I done that than she reached up behind her, unfastened her bra, removed it and threw it to the side.
