Joanne had me cornered and no mistake.
Until I met Jo in the accounts office I had no idea that a girl could be so dominant and persistent and just one great flirt.
She was gorgeous; she was great to look at. She had a heavenly bum and super boobs and the looks too. That delicious swirling blonde hair as she twisted to a tune in her head and let me enjoy the movement of her body and her curves as she delighted me nuts, those blue eyes focusing on mine as she teased me regularly.
You just wait 'till I get you alone, Paul Button" she said quietly into my ear. She worked at the desk immediately behind mine and I loved the smell of her, her perfume was a delight and did things to me. Like; special atmospheric things which made me feel good to be alive and being in the same place as she.
"Maybe you could stay behind tonight and do some overtime" she quietly suggested.
"I have a whole lot of work to catch up with, as far as the boss is concerned" she said with a wink.
"I would not like to be alone all to myself in this office" she continued..
"But I am on top of my work" I replied naively not catching here intent and her look said everything.
"Well fine if you don't want to. I am sure David in deliveries will do the honours for me if you don't!"
I thought a bit.. I would miss football on TV tonight.
But the thought of being with Joanne. was to say the least, magic. Mmm.
"Okay I will stay."
"That's so nice of you Paul" she purred. "I knew you would of course"
"You did how?."
"You fancy me that is why. A girl can tell."
This was all getting very exciting. Had I found the girl of my dreams at last?"
"Can't wait" she added.
I smiled and tried to keep my cool. Which wasn't easy as she let me enjoy a gorgeous glimpse of her right thigh, slipping deliberately upwards which was a real joy.
She caught my stare and emphasized the movement, teasing her black skirt up even higher with her fingertips as if to say; 'this is just sample of things to come later'
Just the thought of being in her skirt enthused me to dash into the WC and relieve myself..
When I returned I guess the flush in my face gave the game away and just her mischievous giggle said everything.
"You really should have let me do it for you" she said knowingly.
"You mean that, here in the office?"
"It is no big deal. How long have you been, five minutes no more? The trick is; you could have gone to the WC first and I could have followed a minute later, to offset suspicions, or stopping the other girls getting jealous."
She really was serious. But then she added: "Just stop over after hours and we shan't have to worry about going into the WC, except to freshen up."
It was still quite early in the afternoon but I was all a dither, just thinking about it. But I had to get down to some serious work, that's what I was there for after all. But there was something very thrilling and exciting being on a promise, and with such a fabulous girl like Joanne. I mean she has absolutely everything and she is so open and honest too. I can go for that.
The smell of her perfume is enough to set me on fire let alone her so trim and sexy body, looking so good and so wonderful in her pinstriped office gear. It was the way she walked too, how she transported that glorious carriage of hers around the office. I had noticed her many times never imagining I had any chance with her.
Even now I was thinking was it all a dream or a fantasy what she was saying? .But then all sorts of thoughts come into one's head, even the lust imaginings, how far would she go and would she be good for it?. Perhaps all she wanted just literally jerk me off and she would get her satisfaction that way like some women do.
But I kept on saying to myself,' now just be patient Paul. I will find out soon enough!"
Roll on after hours.
My erection was starting to live again but I resisted the urge of a history repeat in the WC, else I'd have nothing left for later, and one has to keep his girl happy. Well that is how I was thinking; she wasn't my girl really, not yet, but maybe after later! When I'd shown herewith a real man is like. Well we all have our ego's don't we!
I was hoping, the way us guys think - so I have been told by many women; 'below our belt and not enough above the shoulders, she'd be impressed. I reckon I had a good offering and going by her unexpected outburst when she said 'just wait until she got me alone', well what else would a good red-blooded guy like myself think?
And, to be blunt and frank, it seems ages ago since Sheila dumped me for a French guy and my good friend down under, meaning my forever yearning cock, had been served with a helping of nice warm moist quinny - and now even thinking about it, he throbs away like nobody's business. It is nice though and even better with the thought that soon he would be getting that long awaited attention. Another hand to do the job I have been doing for a little while. It is never the same because with another doing it, each touchy, squeeze of whatever is unpredictable, whereas when partaking in a do it yourself job there is no element of surprise.
And me thinking now; will she indulge in oral like Sheila did?, I bet she is getting a lot more now than just French kisses and she is welcome to that, why? Because I have a new chick to hatch - and right behind me in the office here. I wonder if she has any idea of what am thinking.
Or maybe she is worked up too, feeling how girls feel in such circumstances. She seems busy enough with work at present but then girls are like that, they are somehow able to turn off until the time and the place is right.
Roll on that time and place right here in the office. I wonder how it is over the edge of an office table. Presumably that is how she would like it.
