It took a little while to clean ourselves up once we'd finally come down from our crazy session in Annie's office. I'd managed to spurt semen on almost everything except, fortunately, Annie's dress. However despite being more than a little bit drunk she managed to sort out most of the 'problem' stains.
She liberally applied a pot of water to the carpet and then mopped it up with a pack of tissues which seemed to work pretty well; and as she pointed out the carpets were being renewed in a few weeks anyway. The same approach was adopted with my suit although dry cleaning rather than renewal was hopefully all that was going to be needed. Once we'd cleaned ourselves up in the toilets all we needed to do was to scurry past the security guard; fairly straightforward despite our giggling as he had no interest in us whatsoever beyond a casual grunt which we took to be the closest we'd get to a cheery 'goodnight'.
But we didn't care. We felt like teenagers; carefree, uninhibited, and as we walked to the car we were grabbing, kissing, groping each other constantly; both crazily in love and lust. And as I drove home Annie started to recount her evening, a story which she continually interrupted by pulling her skirt up to provide me with occasional glimpses of her recently shaved pussy in the passing street lights. "I knew you'd like my new look Sam," she'd purr. On the odd occasion she'd even let her palm slide across it before bringing it to my mouth to lick, helping to keep both of us in a state of constant arousal.
She hadn't managed to see Jo at all during the day -- their Finance people were keen to ensure that a comprehensive 'hand-over' took place. Even at lunchtime Jo was unable to get away, leaving Annie feeling a little annoyed and increasingly frustrated.
"So I decided to give Jo a little surprise," she chuckled to herself, sounding very pleased with her idea. "I went to that new tanning place in the city centre and got myself a new 'hair-style'. It felt fantastically sexy walking out with my newly bald pussy already damp at the thought of Jo eventually uncovering it!"
However even then things weren't working out as expected. Jo was kept locked in meetings in Finance until the end of the day and Annie hadn't managed to grab a single minute alone with her. She had still remained upbeat though -- there was always the evening ahead. But then, when they all finally got to the pub, there, waiting for Jo, was Louisa!
"I'm sorry Sam. You know, that I phoned you but - I don't know what I expected but, but ..." We were both giggling as she continued "... well, obviously it involved sex with Jo, but once I saw Louisa there, I thought that any chance of another session had now been blown clean out of the water."
"So what was she like then, this Louisa?" I asked thinking back to Annie's angry call. "A big, chubby dyke I expect," I added hoping I sounded supportive.
"If only, if only," Annie had sighed. "But no. She was lovely; tall, slim, elegant, and a fair bit older than us -- probably mid 40s but fashionably dressed and very friendly; she told me that she was a senior partner in some big architect practice but not in a boastful way, just as a matter of fact."
"You were talking to her!"
"Actually for most of the evening as it turned out. She seemed to manoeuvre things without me realizing, and before I knew it we were together at the end of the bar a little away from the rest"
"Fucking hell," I exclaimed, "that must have been tricky."
"I suppose it should have been, and at first I felt dreadfully guilty, you know, about what had been going on between Jo and me, especially when she said 'So you're Annie; Jo's told me so much about you.' I could feel my cheeks redden and I thought I'd hyperventilate but if Louisa had noticed my embarrassment which I'm sure she must have, she didn't show it. I think that's why I drank so much, so quickly; because of the crazy situation. I think I had 4 or 5 glasses of wine in no time.
"I felt totally naked in front of Louisa and in more ways that one. My mind was jumbled and as she chatted to me I was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate. I kept thinking 'you know don't you; you probably even know that I had my pussy shaved for Jo today' and I could feel myself getting wet as erotic thoughts tumbled around in my head. I even started thinking, hoping really, that after we left the pub, she and Jo would take me back to their flat and make love to me all night long. And of course I was sure that she knew that was what I was thinking!"
"So how come you ended back at the Office," I asked as I drove onto our drive, Annie's hand by now stroking my erection through my trousers.
"That story is for when we are in bed," she giggled getting out of the car, still swaying a bit as she tottered to the door.
We thought about getting a take-away delivered but we were still highly aroused and I was still taking every opportunity to get my hands on Annie's lovely smooth pussy which I knew was exciting her. It wasn't long therefore before we were naked on the bed all thoughts of food fading into distant memory.
"So Sam," her voice simply oozing sex, "what do you fancy first, to hear the rest of my story or to make love to my newly shaved pussy?"
