Another little story, with another happy ending, plucked, almost unbelievably, from the depths of pain and despair. Well, something like that!
No vivid sex ---- Sorry about that.
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"Where's that order for the packaging?" I demanded. "I need to check the delivery date."
""I passed it to Mandy," my right hand man Ted, answered back, without lifting his eyes from the computer screen in front of him.
"Can you find it for me please?" I queried, looking over at the delectable Mandy, five foot six of beautiful packaged womanhood, her long dark hair falling about her face as she rummaged in her in-tray, searching for the required document. As always, she looked quite stunning stood there in her tight, dark blue mini skirt, a mile and a half of long shapely legs emerging, ending in the matching blue high heels that she wore.
Mandy always matched up, no matter what she wore. I knew that the frilly satin bra that poked seductively through the one too many buttons left undone on her blouse, would be matched by a tiny pair of equally satiny panties. I knew, because only a short few hours ago I'd helped to pull them up those same sexy long legs. Just as I'd helped her on with the very same bra. I don't suppose my assistance helped speed up the process much, in fact quite the opposite, but she hadn't complained and I had no reason to. I still thanked God for the day that Mandy had quite literally walked into my life.
The grin left my face as the telephone rang. It could be an order, but was just as likely to be a problem.
"Good morning," I answered into the mouthpiece. "Michael here; how can I help you?"
"Oh Michael now is it?" The agitated voice at the other end of Lord knows how many miles of copper wire responded, to my surprise. "Don't be such a pompous bastard, Mike, and don't think I don't know what you've been up to."
"What I've been up to?" I mumbled back, totally stunned by the anger of the woman.
"Yes my dear sweet husband, or maybe ex husband to be," she thundered on. "I know you've been with that slut last night. Don't think that I was fooled by your story about having to spend the night in Manchester."
"Now look here," I started back at her. "I don't think .... That is, I don't ...... Well ....."
I was lost for words!
To be honest, and I think you'll agree, so would you have been. Crikey, what do you say? How was I to answer?
If I hadn't been so shocked then I'd probably have managed the situation better, but as it was, I simply sat there holding the phone, lost for words.
"Got nothing to say for yourself Mike?" She took up the baton again. "Lost for words are you? No ready excuses? Not even going to try to deny it?"
I managed a grunt. It was supposed to be a response. Some sort of explanation I suppose, but all that came out was a grunt.
"Well if you think I've been sitting at home twiddling my thumbs while you've been away screwing that whore, then you've got another think coming," she hit me with. "You remember that fireman from the club that I danced with the other night?"
"Can't say I do," I answered quite honestly.
"The big hunky guy with the muscles and the blonde hair," she attempted to jog my memory with. "The one you got upset about because he had his hand on my ass when we danced?"
"What about him," I sort of encouraged her; really having no idea who she was on about, and probably rather stupidly wanting to know what she'd done with him.
"Well you were probably too pissed by the end of the evening to remember much anyway," she screeched down the phone at me. "Probably too pissed to know that me and him disappeared outside to the car park for twenty minutes, and too pissed to notice that my bra was missing when I got back."
"Now look here," I started back at her, thinking that this had gone on far enough already, more than aware that the other two people in the office with me were sat there listening in, with stunned looks on their faces. It was only then that I realised that I'd left the hands free switched on, and the pair of them could hear every word that had been spoken. By the time I'd reached over to switch the speakers off though, it was too late, and she'd got into her stride yet again.
"Well the other night, all he got was to feel my tits and that was only because you were all over that floozy. Well last night while you were supposed to be in Manchester, I invited him over for the night."
"Oh dear!"
I couldn't say much more, as I could see where this was going.
"He fucked me Mike," she cried down the phone. "He fucked me for three hours solid and I sucked his cock till he couldn't get it up again."
"Oh dear!
Yes, OK, I was repeating myself.
