Well, before I get into this tale, let me tell you a little bit about myself.
I'm Gary, 38 and married with a couple of kids. I'm about 5'9", quite stocky or a bit fat if you prefer. I try not to be your stereotypical bloke and for what it's worth I don't think I am. Yes I drive a white van but I need to for work. OK so I like football, who doesn't? Alright I enjoy a few beers and a curry with the lads now and then.
I'm Gary and I'm a bloke.
I'm also pretty useful when it comes to earning a few quid to provide for my wife and kids. I don't really have a profession. A 'Man with a van' as you may see advertised here and there.
I know plenty of plumbers, builders, decorators etc, and can turn my hand to most things, so I'm rarely stuck for work. Most of these jobs take you into people's homes as you'd expect and this provides plenty of opportunity for my favourite past time, FLIRTING!
Yes I love to throw the odd risqué comment in to the mix when chatting with a housewife. "Need anything screwing or banging, Love, I'm your man." Helps the day go by. Sometimes they join in and have a laugh, even give a bit back. I know how far to take it and so do they.
Occasionally, I get it wrong and all you get from them is a few cold comments regarding the job.
One time a mate of mine put some work my way installing routers and new-tech in offices at the business estate near us. One company wanted offices kitted out. It wasn't something I'd done before but how hard could it be.
The company did 'Business branding' or something, never did really work it. Didn't mean much to me either way but I couldn't have worked in these offices.
Dozens of sexy young women, (there were a couple men there but they didn't do anything for me!) all going about doing whatever it was they were doing.
Tight trousers, short skirts (some with noticeable suspender bumps) sexy hose and killer heels. Heaven. Concentrating on the job would be hard.
A lot of the job was easy just a case of replacing the existing gear but some rooms were newly refurbished with state of the art kit.
Once I'd got the hang of what I was doing, Stuart, my mate whose job it was, left me to do a bit more on my own. But this is where I start to get cocky and a bit over familiar with some of the lovely office girls. "I hear you need a good router," that sort of thing. Probably doesn't make any sense but keeps me happy. One sexy young thing had some of the old equipment under her desk "What I want to get to is between your legs Love," may have been a bit much but she did laugh along.
After one or two too many double entendres or over use of 'Darling', I think I was starting to agitate the boss, A great looking MILF type with gorgeous legs. She was probably mid-forties, long reddy-brown hair, green eyes. Her name was Angela and she had an 'airs and graces' sort of voice.
She wore a sharp suit with a knee length skirt in black. Nude nylon stockings (I noticed the seams when she walked away.) and a powerful pair of stilettos.
Now, I love my wife, but I'd give anything for 5 minutes with a sexy powerful woman. I have an urge, or fetish I suppose, of being trodden on or pushed down under the foot of someone like that.
I don't think I was her type mind.
I guess l was working alright because Stuart had left me to it and gone to get quotes for future jobs. Her room was all that remained. It was quite swanky compared to everywhere else. Top quality carpet and decor and had this huge desk up against the far wall. This desk alone seemed as big as the other offices it panelled on each flank and 3 monitors spaced evenly on each side. I guessed it was used mainly for meetings, as there are alcoves in line with the screens for people to pull a chair in. But only one way in and out was an opening at the front edge. The desk space above this must be where 'Bossy Knickers' works.
My job in here required me to fit my fat frame under the desk to switch a few cables over.
Stuart had drawn a diagram for me of what I needed to do. Honestly I think this was a job too far for me but I don't like people to know that so I gave it my best shot. The worst thing that could happen was probably no WiFi/power for Sexy Boss Lady. This 'tunnel' was probably about 3 feet across and went almost the full length of the table,so about 10 feet deep, where I needed to work. I could just about sit cross-legged with the back of my head against the underside of the table.
It was coming up to 5 and most of the office was starting to clear. Angela, the Sexy Boss Lady was desperate to get into her office and get finished. I was hoping to finish too but I was struggling with the job. I needed to call Stuart. He told me I needed a couple of tools that he'd got with him and I'd have to go and get them.
I couldn't find Angela, so I left to get the bits I needed.
On my return I couldn't get back on to the office car park. It was empty apart from a couple of cars. So I parked up round the corner and walked back in. I could see into the room and saw she was at the desk. I'd have to speak to her, disturb her and upset her some more.
I made my way round to her office and knocked. No answer. I slowly opened the door and peered in. Empty! Must have seen me coming again.
I had a good nosey at the personal photos fading in and out as her screen saver. She seemed to be very close to her daughter, a very sexy young brunette.
I slid myself back under and got back to work.
Torch in my mouth to free my hands I got on with the job.
I didn't notice her return and she obviously had no idea I was there. She sat down and pulled her chair in. Wow! What a vision! I was probably 10 feet away sat cross legged under this desk. I shone my torch to the side of the desk 'tunnel' so it lit up her legs but didn't shine out. I took it all in. My eyes slowly drifted up from the points of her stilettos, past her shapely ankles, up and along her shins and upto her knees. The soft sheen of the nylons making my mouth water. I longed to reach out and touch. I imagined her standing over me, one foot on my chest, heel digging in. At this point I considered shining my torch into the darkness of her skirt to help me complete the picture, but managed to snap myself out of it.
But I didn't called out and let her know I was there. Its the only way in and out so I can't pretend to have been working on anything else.
I've left it too long now, she'll report me! I'd be branded a pervert. My wife would leave me, I'd struggle for work, word gets around!
I've just got to sit it out and hope she goes soon.
It's getting hot under here. It's cramped and uncomfortable. I don't think I'm claustrophobic but I don't recall ever putting it to the test.
I silently shuffle back as far as I can back to where the wires are. I can't remember if I finished the job now.
Angela readjusts herself in her chair and stretches her legs out, resting on the pointed heels of the stilettos. I leer longingly up her nylon legs. The temperature seems to rise a little higher.
How long is this going to go on. I need to give the wife a call but that would give me away.
I'll send a quick text. I go into my phone and put it on silent.
Just as I do so, it starts vibrating! I juggle with it in a right panic until I get it under control and hit the red phone symbol.
I compose myself as best I can and bash out a quick text.
'Sorry love bit stuck at work. Call you soon.X'
Almost forgot the 'X'.
I decided to turn off the phone. Wifey will ask questions but I'll think of a reason later.
I turn my attention back to the legs I am becoming so familiar with. As I do so Angela bends her knees and sits herself more upright. A few seconds later I hear a dialling tone. Still on edge I check my phone again. Still off. Calm down!
"Hi Darling, have you just tried to call?" I hear Angela say. So it's o.k for you to call someone 'Darling'! I stop being petty and go back to listening to her chat with her husband.
"I'm sorry but I'll have to stay a while longer. At least until Security call or turn up." She continues.
The voice that replies takes me by surprise!
"Well if you are alone in there then this is a great chance to do what we discussed."
THIS IS A FEMALE VOICE!!
"Susie! No! I've too much to do. This Oaf we've had working on the internal coms has only half done his job and done a runner. He was like someone from the Seventies with his attitudes towards my office girls." Angela explains.
Now I'm hot, horny and offended!
"Oh come on. When will we get the chance again?.... I've just come back from a vigorous gym session." Goads Angela's,...'wife'?
