It had been a long day and Linda was looking forward to getting her work finished so she could get out of the office and go home. She was the last one there and she'd really had enough for one day and wanted to get out of the clothes she was wearing. They'd had a visit from an important new client and to make a good impression she'd dressed very smartly for the meeting, wearing a new black suit that comprised a jacket and a tight, shortish skirt. Teamed with black stockings and a thin white silk blouse, and having spent extra time on her make-up she thought that she'd looked very much the part of the professional businesswoman. Indeed, more than once she had noticed two of the male visitors casting slightly lecherous glances in her direction, and when they did the tour of the factory one or two of the lads there smiled appreciatively as they looked her up and down.
But it was late now, past seven, and the skirt was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable and the suspenders she was wearing were beginning to irritate. Plus, she was wearing new underwear, which although it was very comfortable, a nice lacy white bra which enhanced her cleavage and a matching thong, she couldn't wait to get them off and have a nice hot bath.
She glanced at the clock and worked quickly at the keyboard trying to get finished. After a few more minutes the office door suddenly swung open and one of the lads from the factory walked in. Linda looked up with a start and then relaxed when she realised who it was.
"I thought you'd gone home Mick" she said tapping away at the keyboard again.
"And I thought the same about you" he replied. "I was then leaving when I saw the office light on and I was coming to turn it off. How come you're still here so late?"
" I've just got to get these figures finished so I can email them tonight and then I'm off. About thirty minutes and I should be finished, so if you want to go, I can lock up", Linda said.
Mick sat down beside her on the edge of her desk. "Your husband will be waiting for you won't he, have you told him you'll be late?"
"He's working abroad at the minute" she replied.
"Oh yeah, I remember you saying now, isn't he in Europe or somewhere? It must be hard for you being alone. Oh, no that's the problem though, it's NOT hard for you I suppose" he said, and laughed at his own smutty joke.
"Ha-ha, very funny" Linda said and made a face at him. "And do you have to sit on my desk? I don't have much room as it is"
"No, I don't" Mick replied, "but it's a nice view from here" he continued, staring quite openly at her cleavage and smiling.
Mick was about thirty and he was quite nice looking and he was always flirting and making suggestive comments to all the women, but particularly to Linda. She was quite used to it though and she usually gave as good as she got. She felt, like most of the girls, that he thought of himself as God's gift to women, but he was quite good fun and didn't really mean any harm.
Linda pointedly adjusted her blouse so that she was showing a little less of her breasts and said "There's nothing down there that's of your concern; they're spoken for"
"Ah yes" Mick said, quick as ever, "but while the cat's away, the puppies need looking after"
"Is that right" she said, trying to concentrate on her work and shaking her head at his comical reference to her breasts.
"Definitely. And I would be more than happy to get them out and take them for a walk now and again, if you know what I mean."
"Look" she said, "that's not going to happen; and what are you still doing here anyway? I told you I'd be ok to lock up."
"Well, seeing as there's just the two of us here I thought you might want a little fun; you know, if you're missing your husband I could sort of fill in for him. Come on" he said, "you know how much I fancy you and no-one would ever know. And how could you resist me anyway". He looked at her with a smile on his face and spread his arms wide as if to say, "Look at what's on offer"
Linda looked up and said, "I'd know. And anyway, you fancy all the women; nearly as much as you fancy yourself"
"Ouch! That's true, but you're a bit special. Didn't you notice how many times I've been up to the office to see you today? I always think women look especially hot when they're dressed up for business and today in that tight skirt and blouse and the black stockings I have to say you look really horny. And I'm not the only one who thought so."
Obviously Linda was curious and slightly flattered by this comment but she tried not to show it, and while continuing to work she casually asked, "Apart from you then, and you're always thinking about sex, who else had anything to say about me?"
Mick was happy to keep the conversation on this theme so he gladly recounted some of the comments he'd heard that day. "Well, Tim said that you looked good enough to eat and that he'd just love to feel your tits in his hands. Andy said that he'd love to give you one from behind. And as for Stuart, well I can't repeat what he said but I can assure you that you've been the main subject of discussion today."
Linda found it quite arousing to imagine what the talk would have been like in the restroom and when the guys gathered in the factory to chat. She could feel herself becoming very moist between her legs and she squirmed slightly as she thought of them talking about her, and probably discussing various parts of her body in detail, and what they'd like to do to her. In her imagination she could hear them talking about "fondling her bare tits", or "bending her over and slipping in from behind." Perhaps even talking about "fingering her hot pussy". At the same time she also wondered what Stuart had said that was so unrepeatable.
"Oh, and another thing" Mick continued, "There was a driver here when you walked through the factory and we were talking about you. He said that if he got you in his truck he'd show a posh bitch like you how doggy-style really should be done."
"Well, I'm certainly not posh - or a bitch for that matter!" Linda retorted.
"We know that, but he'd never seen you before and he just assumed that because you were management, and all tarted-up that you must be. You know what truck drivers are like. So anyway, what do you think then, are you up for a bit of fun?"
"Don't be silly" Linda replied, trying to focus on her work but struggling to get out of her mind the, surprisingly arousing, image of her in the cab of a truck being taken doggy-style by some strange driver. "What about if there was someone else here and they walked in?" she continued.
Encouraged by this slightly ambiguous response Mick replied, "Well we know we're the only two here 'cos everyone else has gone so who could walk in?"
"I don't know,.. er..., what about if the cleaner turned up, he has a key." Linda wasn't really sure where this was going. She knew that Mick liked to joke around and she expected that if she said ok then he'd probably back down anyway. But all the same she was aware that her responses were possibly sending him the message that maybe she could be persuaded. She was also wondering whether maybe she did want to be persuaded.
Mick leaned towards her and put his hand lightly on her back, rubbing it very gently as he spoke. "Come on, what's wrong with a little fun? The cleaner's already been and gone so we wouldn't be interrupted. Nobody would ever know so where's the harm?"
"And what about my husband, he'd know?"
"Only if you tell him", Mick argued. "He certainly couldn't find out any other way could he."
"I doubt that" Linda said, "first thing tomorrow you'd be in the factory I expect, crowing about your latest conquest to all the others."
Mick was becoming more encouraged by Linda's answers, as she had never actually responded with a point-blank NO. Also by the fact that she hadn't mentioned his hand, which was still lightly caressing her back as she struggled to make the effort to continue with her work.
"I admit I like women he replied and I like to discuss things with the lads; all men do. But I can assure you that I never discuss details of the women I've had"