My 2nd effort at writing - Christie (Fiction)
The storeroom.
I was standing in the doorway trying to get some cool breeze, some respite from the heatwave when I heard "that car" approaching. It must have still been a few blocks away but in the stillness of this heat the sound travelled so clearly.
I knew the car, I knew it was him and my nipples instantly hardened in spite of the heat.
I don't know what type of car he had, it was English, silver, fast and expensive and it sounded loud.
I knew it was English because it had this little Union Jack as part of the badge. It was the only thing I would look at when I walked past it in the car park. The whole car just looked like some guilty sexual perversion...... and it worked. Well at least on me.
It always had a crowd looking at it, mostly the young sales reps, bragging stories about they knew someone who had something better. Yeah right.
I don't know if it was the car or him that made my nipples stiffen. Our manager Tony, he was young, the youngest general manager in the whole group. The youngest by like 20 years. He was a superstar in getting results and god he was handsome. He wore nice suits but was always just a little "cool". Hair a bit long or 2 days of stubble or some hippy wrist band from a jungle holiday or something.
The owner of the company, one of the richest men in the country, was a tough operator but our manager Tony wasn't phased at all by his wealth. It was like he just got it when no one else did and got results that made the owner leave him to get on with it.
Tony got us to do all sorts of crazing things but it got results. Work hard and play hard. Our work social club nights were wild.
Which brings me to why I was in the door of the downstairs document store on a stinking hot day.
We were all so busy that the day to day stuff like filing and archiving was piling up. So a plan was hatched that we'd all kick in one morning on a weekend, get it done then later in the month, all that worked would be treated to a night out. They were not to be missed so everyone was on board.
When the jobs were divided up the day before, I drew the archive storeroom. Just behind the building's lifts from the carpark, this room was just a box. No vents, just a door and light and mountains of boxes. My job for the day was to stack up the older boxes that would be moved out of the storeroom. All by myself. I'd been there for two hours and no-one had come in, too busy with their own list.
By now, that car had roared up the street and Tony had pulled into his designated carbay.
I looked down and my nipples were poking as clear as day through my light singlet. Damn, I'd taken my bra off an hour ago in the storeroom because I was so hot.
I moved back into the storeroom just as Tony got out of the car. Even in this heat he looked cool. Linen shirt and tailored shorts. He was carrying a bag of cold Coke cans. Nice for some.
I didn't want Tony to see me anyway. Crappy old singlet and some cotton beach shorts to beat the heat and the dust. I looked like shit. I pulled the door closed just enough for the latch not to close.
I saw my bra up on the shelf. Nope, too hot, I'm leaving it off. The light singlet was half lathered in sweat anyway.
I thought of Tony, his car, how cool he looked. How he would look in a singlet covered in fine sweat. I knew he was fit. There were pictures in his office of him cycling in Europe in snow covered mountains. One I thought typified him, "nothing cures pain like victory" was underneath a picture of him holding his bike over his head next to a sign on a mountain.
I thought if his shoulders in a singlet, trying to think if there was any fine chest hair. His sinewy frame, all tight lean and muscular. His cute bum, oh that bum. I don't think he knew how many of the office girls would smile when they walked behind him up the corridor. Some made it obvious by raising their eyebrows as they passed another of the office girls.
That's where I sort of lucked out. There were some beautiful women in our division. Young, stunning figures, some of the young women managers got paid well and dressed to show it. Especially the finance woman, no kids, a figure to die for who's been making six figures for years. She was like a super model in the office wearing clothes to work every day that I couldn't afford even for my best. Tony loved partying with the whole team, the women, the younger crew, all, yeah ok, even some of the not so pretty ones like me.
I always felt a bit frumpy around some of them, even the ones in the mid 20's like me. What I did know though was that I had a great chest. All the boys looked, all the time.
My chest. Those nipples were still hard. I'd noticed that for the last few months whenever Tony was around, if we were in meetings or I had to take something to his office, my nipples would harden.
He'd never notice though, he was surrounded by all these glamours.
I noticed though, I remember a few weeks ago, I was wearing a satin chemise under my full blouse and I didn't wear a bra because I loved the feel of the satin. Well that was a mistake as I had to spend an hour in with all the young sales reps. I'm sure they deliberately turned up the air conditioning and then Tony came in. I instantly got hard. The boys all noticed.
I don't think Tony noticed but despite not wanting to wear a bra to the office for the thrill of the satin, I got a bit more than I bargained for having a dozen horny young men in the meeting room with me.
As soon as I got back to my office, I couldn't help it, a light squeeze through my top and I almost came. I was so wet. I wanted to keep rubbing them but I couldn't so as I didn't want to crease my blouse.
I remembered back to that afternoon on the way home in the train, I couldn't help it, I rubbed my boob against some unsuspecting young guy's hand who was standing and holding onto the rail. I swayed back and forth and my nipples were so hard against his hand. He knew the poor guy, he didn't know where to look. God I was wet. I'm so glad I wore panties that day otherwise I'd have been wet down my thighs.
As soon as I got home, that was it. Straight to the bedroom, I couldn't wait to get out of my skirt and panties, I opened the draw and reached for my favourite toy thinking how glad I was I'd bought some new batteries the previous weekend while doing the shopping. Maybe I knew, knew I was going into a horny phase and would be needing fresh batteries.
Just thinking of it now, my nipples under my singlet were aching. I squeezed one, always my left one first. Then the other one, my pussy instantly tightened upwards towards my belly. That ache, it was back, I was wet. I wanted to rub myself. I couldn't could I, not here? I know I get horny but I couldn't, not at work. I rubbed my nipple again through the thin singlet. I could come, I've done it before, been so horny that when my then boyfriend squeezed and licked my nipples, my hips bucked and in that movement with my wet pussy was enough, I came, just from my nipples.
I couldn't, not here. I stopped and tried to refocus. Boxes, moving them. Right, lets get to it. Should I put my bra back on? No, it's too hot, I was hot. I had sweat running down my cleavage and a soaking pussy.
I saw a long black torch on the shelf and I thought about using it to stretch me open and get the release I'm after. Oh my god, I'm a slut, can I really be thinking of masturbating in the storeroom with a 10" torchlight. Get some control.
I moved a few boxes around. I liked the ones I had to put on the floor. As I bent, my boobs would come close to popping out of my singlet and the movement kept my nipples hard.
