The next week at work was very interesting.
Louise switched to her selection of summer frocks and sandals which gave you a great view of her firm young body. It wasn't just me that noticed, according to the tea room gossip most of the younger male staff had been treated to the sight of her extremities, nothing else though from what I could make out. She was a terrible flirt.
Sheila now worked on a different floor so I didn't see much of her at work. And then mostly in the tea room, where we were civil to each other. But not enough to cause any rumours.
I was now actively pursuing Clare. A couple of lunches had gone well but Sheila was still my desire.
I arrived one morning to find a sealed envelope marked 'Staff in Secret' inside my desk drawer. Looking at it it was A4 sized with a soft lump in the middle. Most peculiar, as I was an early arriver and leaver. I prepped my desk and got it out to open. On the back, in Sheila's hand, was a message that read 'Open privately.'
As there were few people about I retreated to the gents. Where I ensconced my self in a cubicle and sat down. The envelope opened easily and 3 sheets of A4 slid out. I flipped them over and gasped, before laughing. Sheila had photocopied her breasts and I had 3 copies of her beautiful tits for future reference. The nipples were clearly visible, with 1 pair of the copies being erect and the other 2 flat. They took me back to the previous weekend. The lump came out next. Wrapped in clingfilm was a cloth object and an attached note read, 'fresh on 2 days ago, you owe me £20.' I pulled the film apart to reveal a white pair of Sheila's pants. I started hardening so I dropped my trousers and boxers for ready access. The pants I'd seen before, but holding them under my nose I got a stronger scent of Sheila than usual. The front gusset was stained a pale yellow and tasted of Sheila when I kissed it. They went straight over my head and I came, as so often, to the aroma of Sheila's groin. This time I had her breasts to keep me company. I wiped my organ and re-dressed. Returning to my desk with my treasures I hid them away, to take home.
Using our internal communication system I messaged her,
' Many thanks, love your holiday pics and present. See you soon. Do you need any stationery?'
At lunchtime her reply arrived,
'Glad you liked present, hope it fits. Nice view, eh? Don't need any stores at present but I'll let you know.'
I saw her in the tea room the next day and she blushed bright pink.
'See you friday,' she whispered, 'fully loaded.'
The rest of the week required patience not to use her underwear for nefarious purposes. I did manage it somehow and also locked Clare out of my circle.
