Authors note: Please be aware that this piece is quite long. I would recommend leaving plenty of time to read it.
This is posted in Group Sex but the story can also be categorised as Romantic couplings (kind-of), Fetish (Elements of CFNM, Leg Fetish) and Exhibition/Voyeur. It is a long drawn out scenario, lengthy dialogue, flirting, teasing before any sexual acts.
If you have read so far and still want to continue then thank you, I hope you enjoy reading my story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Finally I would like to give a big thank you to todger65 for editing this story for me.
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The Ennycorp group sat spread between two sets of seats on the train. Members of the sales team were at a table; Sarah on her iPad, Paul alone with his thoughts watching the scenery pass and Mark immersed in social media on his phone. Across the aisle conversing were the two office girls; Holly from accounts and Nicole from marketing.
They were heading to an awards ceremony held by one of their biggest customers, it was an important and highly regarded event. Normally the senior management would attend but this year it had coincided with Ennycorp's annual global review in Japan. Upon finding out the MD, known for his spontaneous nature, gave the invites to those in a meeting with him at the time. Part of the sales team were giving a presentation along with Nicole who had been assisting, Holly happened to be there by chance having dropped in for a signature.
A month later they were on their way to London, to a luxurious hotel, a three course dinner, an extravagant ceremony and soon to be rubbing shoulders with some of the most important people in their industry.
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"Damn it I've had enough," said Sarah to no one in particular; frustrated with Bubble Witch she turned off her iPad and thrust it into her handbag. She looked towards her long-time colleague Paul who raised a bemused eyebrow in response to her outburst.
"Still rubbish at it then?" He smiled.
"No," Sarah replied with a scowl, "just bored."
"You mean you got stuck."
"OK I got stuck, but I am bored, are we nearly there yet?" She playfully whined.
"Just over an hour or so away, I reckon," Paul answered returning his gaze to the window.
Younger than her by a few years, Paul was Sarah's opposite number within the sales team. They had worked together for six years, over that time they had grown close, sharing similar attitudes and sense of humour. Paul was one of a select few in the office she classed not just a colleague, but as a friend. Knowing him as well as she did, she knew when he was not in the mood for conversation, like now.
She glanced at Mark, watching as his fingers worked his mobile phone, texting. He was the newest member of her team, an apprentice in his early twenties. Sarah classed him as the baby of the team which had become a running joke and the others often poked fun at him, especially when it came to dating or sex. Sarah thought Mark was a good looking young lad, nicely groomed and fashionably dressed and had found herself thoroughly checking him out on more than one occasion when in the right mood. There was one particular aftershave or body wash that positively caused her to stir below when he wore it.
"You texting a girlfriend Mark?" she asked.
"What?" Mark replied not looking up from the screen.
Sarah gave him a light kick under the table, "Stop being rude, talk to me. I'm bored."
"We're nearly there, an hour or so." He mumbled.
"That's what he just said," she said kicking Paul this time.
"OW!" Paul reached down to rub where she had kicked him, "What did I do?"
"Lot of good you two are," Sarah said turning herself to face away from them, annoyed.
Rummaging in her bag she took out her phone, after checking for messages she picked up her iPad. Browsing through her apps and finding nothing of interest she put it back with a loud huff; glancing at the guys she saw that they were back in their own little worlds.
The usual conversation topics about work, gossip and what they had planned for the weekend had been exhausted half way into the journey. After that they all drifted to their own activities to pass the time, playing games and social networking. The two girls, Holly and Nicole were deep in conversation. They were both younger than Sarah and pretty, especially Nicole who she disliked. There was something about her she could not get past and she knew she was not the only one in the office who felt that way. Holly was different, with a bubbly and outgoing personality she was well-liked by everyone.
Holly caught her eye and smiled, "Sarah are you OK?" she asked.
"Bored," Sarah motioned to the two guys sat opposite.
"Are they ignoring you, how rude," Nicole said.
"I know. I may as well be sat on my own," Sarah said and they all laughed.
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Mark looked up with a suspicious expression, the girls returned his gaze and laughed harder; he shook his head and resumed messaging his friends on Facebook. He was explaining to them about where he was heading and who with, taking great lengths to describe his female colleagues.
He had started with his boss Sarah, who he described as a tanned MILF, her tight pant suits and open blouses that showed ample décolletage frequently gave him unwanted boners during the week. He went on to quickly describe his good friend Holly, his coffee break companion and the bubbliest blonde in the office.
Mark's main focus was on the last female of the group, who he went into great pains to describe in detail, Nicole. Tall with long curly chestnut red hair, striking facial features, a broad grin and a really sexy laugh that made him horny every time he heard it. She was sophisticated, prim and proper, by the way she acted and not by the way she dressed. Well known for her outfits at work, her long legs made even the most respectable length skirt appear short and everyone noticed it. Mark was sure that on occasion he had caught a glimpse of a stocking top peeking from under her hemline, another source of unwanted office hardons.
Nicole had joined Ennycorp at the same time as Mark, both as apprentices, and they went through induction together. She was no longer an apprentice having been given a newly created position; one that many speculated had been created solely for her. A reason, some people conspired, was for the Managing Director to keep the attractive, well-spoken, well-educated beauty around. In Mark's opinion she was the best looking girl he knew, so he could not fault the MD if that rumour was true. With that thought he was really looking forward to tonight and to seeing what Nicole and the others were going to be wearing.
Someone stood, the movement snapped Mark out of his daydream; it was Nicole. He was embarrassed as though she somehow knew what he had been thinking, he was sure she was staring in his direction as she eased past Holly into the aisle.
"I'm nipping to the dining car, want anything?" Nicole announced.
There was a chorus of no thanks; Mark sagged in his seat as she left.
