SEX AND THE OFFICE - AUDREY
I first knew Colin when I became his secretary. I was just gone eighteen at the time. He was a very thoughtful and kind boss. Always ready for a good laugh. It took some months before he made a pass at me. It was when we were coming back from a firm's night out in York. We shared a car with two other members of staff.
We'd had a few drinks and, on the way back, three of us were sat in the back. There was Colin and David with me in the middle. Honestly, there were hands everywhere! One of them kissing me, trying to get his hand into my blouse, whilst the other had his hand up my skirt. It was like being with an octopus.
We eventually dropped David off at his home and Colin had me to himself. He started kissing me passionately, managing to get a hand into my bra to fondle one of my breasts. I didn't object too strongly. Then, he took hold of my hand and placed it on his erection - which was still inside his trousers - and rubbed it. I was being encouraged to unzip his fly, trying to get me to take a hold of him but he flooded his underpants before he could release it! It was a sticky mess.
After dropping him off, David, the driver, joined me on the back seat. He said he'd been watching us through the driving mirror which made him horny. He wanted his grope and kiss. In fact he wanted a lot more. They were all a randy lot in that office.
I struggled with him and managed to bring him off all over the car seat before he could get between my thighs. He was a bit cross, but it served him right. And my skirt didn't escape the deluge, either. Fortunately my mother had gone to bed, so I managed to sponge it off before it dried.
I wasn't a stranger to the penis. I had a boy-friend and had, in fact, become engaged to him on my eighteenth birthday. He was the first man in my life and I was resigned to becoming his wife. No doubt he would end up a bank manager and we would live in a detached house on the edge of town. A perfectly respectable couple, with two children at grammar school.
We would often drive up onto the moors on an evening for petting and kisses, bringing each other off. But there was never anything adventurous about it, and James was content to wait for the honeymoon before full penetration. He would have been furious if he knew what I got up to with other men! Well, he'd have left me. wouldn't he?
After that episode in the car, Colin frequently flattered me, hinting at how much he wanted to make love to me and all that sort of thing. He occasionally kissed me and held my hands when the opportunity arose. But he never tried to feel me up. It was a bit disappointing in a way, but I must admit that I enjoyed the attention I was getting. So I always took care to look my best for him.
It was a month or two later when Colin and Arthur, his number two in the department, had to arrange an exhibition in Earls Court, which meant going to London on a Sunday morning. I was very happy to go with them for a few days to help man the stand. It was arranged that I would come home on the Thursday. We flew to Heathrow with Colin whispering words of love in my ear most of the way. It was very romantic bearing in mind that that was the first time I had ever flown. He had a way of making you feel very feminine and the most important woman in his life.
We took a taxi all the way from the airport to the hotel, dropped off our luggage, before going on the Earls Court. After we had set out the exhibition stall with the contractors, we got back to the hotel feeling soiled and tired. I had a hot bath and changed for dinner, making sure I was smelling sweet.
After the meal with bottles of wine, we returned to Colin's room where he had a supply of whisky and brandy. The two men went through the following day's programme, followed by a few jokes, before Arthur announced he was having an early night and left us. Thinking back, I believe that was pre-arranged between them. It was only just after nine o'clock. Colin refilled our glasses, chatting about nothing in particular. He turned out the center light, leaving only the bedside lamp glowing.
We sat on the side of his bed quietly sipping brandies, mine laced with dry ginger, his with soda. I had already decided I would let him kiss and caress me. I was feeling worked up and waiting for him to take me in his arms. My body was in a state of exciting anticipation. The wine and other drinks might have had something to do with it! I was certainly feeling tipsy. Even so, I had no intention of letting him have full intercourse with me though. Going the whole hog, as we used to say, even though my belly was churning.
But that's just what did happen! He began casually enough, putting his arm round my shoulder, kissing me softly. Oh, so softly and lingeringly. It was lovely. I was purring. Then he put his drink on the bed-side table before gathering me up in his arms to kiss me again. This time properly. His tongue prized my lips open and roamed all round my mouth, exploring inside it. I'd never been kissed like that before. It was breath-taking.
And all the time he was kissing me, his hands were roaming gently over my neck and breasts. I didn't care! I didn't try to stop him. I was enjoying the French kiss. That's what it was called. When his hand slipped beneath the neckline of my blouse, under the strap. I was a bit uneasy but did nothing to stop him. With a glass of brandy in one hand that would have been difficult. I held my breath.
Then I gasped as his hand strayed over my breast, his fingers finding the swollen nipple. He teased it, playing with it between his thumb and index finger. It had already stiffened. I felt the tremble in my belly. Urgent desire was building up in my loins. I could feel the wet heat inside me, almost bubbling over. I think he must have felt my trembles as well. He came up for air, took my drink from me to put it on the bed-side table.
Then, he calmly unbuttoned my blouse.
My mouth went dry as I realized he was going to expose my breasts. I just watched him through half closed lids as he reached behind my back, expertly unhooking the bra. The blouse and bra were slipped from my shoulders. And there I was. Naked from the waist up, sitting on his bed, leaning back on my arms. He just sat there at the side of me, gazing at them. Taking in every contour, studying the nipples. Not even my boyfriend had seen my naked breasts.
I felt wanton and flushed, partly with embarrassment and partly with excitement. There's a strange feeling of power having your body admired - desired. I have nice tits. Not too small, but firm. I felt like a lady-of-the-world, so I pretended a nonchalance I certainly wasn't feeling. His eyes were glued to my nipples, gazing at one then at the other. The palms of his hands reached under each of them to lift them slightly as though testing their weight. The nipples were jutting out and the areolae were puffed and swollen. I couldn't remember having seem them quite so inflated before. I was secretly proud of them for being so swollen. I even managed to push them forward slightly, to accentuate their size.
