Over dinner at home Joy, my wife, let me know that she was going over to Bristol to carryout some work on the systems there.
"Isn't that the place where that bloke you fancy works?" I asked quizzically. She grinned at me, "Mmmm yes, Nigel, he is a bit dishy. I wouldn't mind a romp with him!"
"Ha!" I laughed, "maybe you'll get a quickie while you working!"
We continued to chat over work and things, as you do, when Joy went quiet suddenly.
"Would you mind terribly if I did fuck him?" She said.
I pondered a while, "well, if you just want to fuck with him and nothing else, and, if you tell me, I suppose not, if that's what you want."
She got up and came round to my side, sitting on my lap she kissed me, "Thanks for the freedom darling and of course I'll tell you, if it happens." She took me by the hand and grabbing the wine bottle took me to bed...
When Joy arrived at the Bristol complex Nigel greeted her and she flushed a little as a pang of desire shot through her. He was keeping too close to her most of the time as he took her through to the office. She knew from previous meetings that he was interested in her and many times on the phone he had "chatted her up." Most of the time she had ignored his advances but now and then she had given him a little encouragement. He was certainly worth her interest.
As they worked, Joy became more and more aware of his interest in her. He took every opportunity to get close and touch her body when he could. Initially she tried to avoid him but as the day progressed she let her defenses slip more and more.
At one point she was leaning forward over a deep table to get to some equipment and he put his hand on her rear. My wife felt a pang of desire in her body and didn't chase his hand away. She could feel the heat from his hand through the fabric of her dress and she shuddered as he slipped it lower onto her stocking clad leg. She began to relax and Nigel took the opportunity to move his hand up her leg to her stocking top under her hem. She parted her legs and shuddered again as she felt the heat from his hand on her damp knickers.
Joy was now ready to be turned around by him and let him do whatever he wanted but the door opened and one of the others walked in. Nigel quickly removed his hand but Joy was caught lying over the table with her dress hem up and her legs open!
"Oh nice! Joy, you can check my equipment anytime, but you two are needed to check the outside stuff before we use it soon!" He laughed and went out of the room.
They both looked at each other, she wanted him but he said, "better we go and do that stuff now, it's important they do the test on schedule."
Leaving the building in a hurry, Nigel led her to the equipment to be checked. It was across a large yard area and up a few steps. As they hurried toward it, it began to rain lightly. Joy only had her light dress on and it looked as if it would hold off. Wrong! As they got to the site the heavens opened and they got absolutely drenched.
Finishing the job they made a dash for the cover of Nigel's office. Crashing in through the door they burst out laughing at the state of each other. Nigel wasn't too bad, his jacket had protected him from the worst but my wife was soaked. Her dress was totally see-through and her lacy bra wasn't doing a very good job of hiding her erect nipples. She was leaning against Nigel's desk and panting heavily from the dash as he approached her slowly.
As she watched him Joy noticed he has picked up a towel from behind a cabinet.
"Lets get you dried off girl before you catch your death," he smiled.
She felt a pang of disappointment, she wanted him to take her now and thrust his cock deep into her body.
Stopping in front of her, Nigel reached down and grabbed the hem of my wife's sodden dress and before she realised what he was doing, he had whipped it up over her head and off her body. She caught her breath as he hung it up near a heater and moved back toward her.
Stood only in her bra and pants she looked him in the eyes as he approached her again. Panting now more from desire than the run she waited for him to touch her. His warm hand reached out and turned her away from him. She rested her own hands on the desk waiting for him to take her. Expertly her unclipped her bra and freed her firm breasts, her nipples ached for his touch.
She jumped as she felt the towel gently touch her back. Nigel began to rub her dry with the towel as she leaned on the desk. The towel and his hands explored all her body as he dried her everywhere. Some places held his attention more and when he got down to her legs he lingered a while.
"My," he said, "these knickers need to be dried too; "best I take them off you."