Part 2. Office Tease
[ tease - office talk - sex in the sea - nude sunbathing - nude in public
Chapter 3. Conversation in A Darkened Room
My working relationship with Sylvia was about to take a quantum leap. I can't believe that what next took place really happened. We took a big risk at the time. What was I thinking; going along with her recklessness.? After decades of re-living and re-processing that memory, I only now realise how I could have wrecked my career in the close-knit world of my profession in the 1980s. But the idea was all Sylvia's, who was living in a world of her own elusive fantasies.
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The next morning in the office following that badminton court encounter, Sylvia barely spoke to me. Then she sent John out in the afternoon on an audit check by himself. It was not the first time that she'd found a reason to get him out of the office, he was after all proving an increasing annoyance to both of us. But with lingering remembrances of the previous evening in my mind, I began to suspect an ulterior motive.
As a little bonus to him she offered, "I don't know how long the job will take but you can go straight home afterwards, since it's near to where you live."
John needed no second bidding, and went off happy as a sand boy. I did my tour of the rest of the division, and settled to deal with a final couple of hours' paperwork before going home. William was old and responsible enough to come home from school by himself and await my arrival and dinner.
It was a late Autumn afternoon. Our office overlooked a large square courtyard bounded on all four sides by several storeys of plate glass office windows. It was like being in a goldfish bowl, being seen from all sides, although the offices opposite were some distance away.
After working diligently in almost complete silence throughout the afternoon, and as the sun began to set that late autumn evening, Sylvia stopped working and seemed more inclined to talk. Dusk was drawing in outside and the office was darkening. Normally, she would get up and hit the light switches behind her at the door. But she didn't on this occasion, and I didn't request it.
I knew at once that she had a plan. A sixth sense also suggested a subtle change in her mood. My belly did somersaults in anticipation of a salacious discussion. I never imagined what would eventually occur.
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We became engrossed in a wide-ranging conversation, always avoiding the topic uppermost in both our minds. The discussion was reaching new depths of intimacy, touching even on illicit subjects such as our respective celibacies. This was before the days of desktop computers. Work in the unlit office rapidly became impossible in the gathering gloom. White paper and biro just don't show up well in the dark.
Eventually, the only light to venture into our room was diffused illumination from the surrounding offices. I sat with my back to the windows, my face in shadow. All the other office interiors beyond the window were brilliantly lit whilst ours had slipped into relative darkness. The south-facing plate glass windows, laminated to reduce the glare from the sun, would reflect external artificial light and act like mirrors; we could see out but no-one could see in.
I had been feeling increasingly strong vibes emanating from Sylvia as the afternoon wore on. I had put it down to my imagination. Sylvia had probed about Sandra, who had received a big payout from the divorce and bought a home of her own with her lover.
Neither of us had alluded to the badminton experience.
We had been discussing television shows. I mentioned a police procedural called Juliet Bravo. It provoked a critical response from Sylvia. It was also to prove a convenient hook on which to ensnare me.
"What? You enjoy a tv show with a female actress as the lead?"
"Sure, it's a rare thing on TV, I grant you, but I'm gender blind when it comes to entertainment."
Sylvia snorted and replied, "Rare's the word, I can't think of another example. Females are usually used only as fodder for male leads. Take the Dukes of Hazzard: it's entirely male dominated - in the gender of the lead actors, the story lines - the women are just ornaments. Do you remember any of them? Go on, name one."
Her choice of TV show couldn't have been conjured up in an instant. Yet if she had been waiting on a chance to mention it, I had offered it unwittingly.
Sylvia lined me up in her sights. I fell into her trap. "Well, there's the cousin of Bo and Duke...what's her name?"
"You mean Daisy Duke?"
"And what's the first thing you think of when you hear her name?"
"Er, her cut-off shorts?"
"Precisely. I don't think she was chosen for her acting skills."
"The series is harmless fun. Nobody's hurt by it."
"No, but would you have even noticed her if it weren't for her shorts?"
Had Sylvia really begun that conversation just for that pay-off line? In her earnestness to make her point she leant forwards on the desk. Her bust seemed to grow in size as it spread slightly on the wooden surface. It wasn't the first occasion that she had leant forwards that afternoon, but a button had now come undone again. Her buttonholes had proven very resilient to past strains so I could not help thinking that perhaps she had undone it whilst I wasn't looking.
She abruptly changed topic, to my intense relief. But she had another plan of attack.
"Better to be out and about than watching male-oriented television. Where was the most exotic location you've holidayed at?"
I should have changed the topic of conversation there, or at least held back information. But my cock was throbbing with intense desire. She had lured me into a state or arousal. I wanted to talk of, or hint at sex now.
"Ah, that would be on the French Mediterranean; we went with my in-laws. That was a good holiday. It was where our son was conceived."
I knew that I had said more than I needed, and why. Sylvia's eyes brightened with sudden, keen interest. She shrugged her shoulders, quite unself-consciously. She was hanging on my words. Her breasts wobbled, before settling to rest again on the table. I felt the first frisson of sexual excitement wash through my torso. She prodded for more details.
"Was it the location that made it exotic, or were things going well between you at the time?"
