Gavin hurried to the office, he wanted to retrieve his missing pants, socks and most importantly Paulas vest and bra. His cock had an appointment with that bra. It would also be a good idea not to leave underwear laying around the office, it tends to beg a few questions.
He entered the outer office.
"Are you going to manage, without Paulas help," asked Irene.
Gavin new she was talking about the job, but still had an inward giggle, if only Irene knew what she was saying, what she might have heard or seen.
"I've done it by myself before, it's never as good but It'll do," he replied, smugly laughing inwardly at his entendre doubling.
He had his back to Irene.
"I'm sure you're right, a wank is never as good as a full on shag?" she demurely observed.
Gavins jaw did not stop dropping till it hit the floor.
It was a double hit. The first shock was the actual language that she had used. Had she really said what he thought she had said? Irene had never spoken about sex, in his presence, she had never even used a swear word, she had never implied any form of flirtation with him or anyone else that he knew of, could she have just said wank and shag in the same sentence?
Then the big one hit home that she must know about Paula, she must have seen or at least heard something.
"oops," he said
"I know all about frustrated wanks," she said flatly. "Do women wank? Or do they masturbate or is it playing that they do?" she continued. "Whatever you call it, it is seldom as good as a getting some good hard cock from a caring lover." She made a nervous laughing noise.
Gavin turned towards her. As he did so, he thought to himself, "what does she look like?" He simply could not imagine Irene speaking these words.
Irene was staring intently at him, he always thought of her as a quiet person but with an abrupt side, she was an intensely proud and private person. She had a shit time at home so she took it out on people at work. She was forever thinking people were being snide about her when in reality they were just joking with her. No one could imagine how she had ever had two husbands. Her current marriage had produced a son. He was eighteen years old now. Gavin had always believed she was just very uptight and generally fucked up.
"With the partners I've had, I know all about the art of solo love, of furtive rubbing."
She had a look of someone trying to appear carefree but she was nevertheless very conscious of what she was saying, indeed it was obvious that the words were only coming with a courageous effort.
Gavin instantly felt a sort of brotherly pity for her. She is desperate for sex he thought.
That was the last rational thought he had for a while.
His cock saw its chance and following a short coup-de-tat with his brain it took control of the conversation.
"Irene, do you want a shag?" he blurted, "with me, I mean."
No reply.
"Irene, you obviously know what I was up to with Paula, you also know that we never finished, that is that I never... that is that I... ," he wasn't doing well, he hadn't had time to think or prepare.
"Bugger it, just say what you're thinking" his cock told him.
"Irene, I need a cunt right now and you've got one that needs a cock. How about it?"
Irene looked away as if thinking for a moment.
"It seems to me," she said, "that I hold all the cards right now."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, I came to work today to escape from my ...TWAT... of a husband," she practically spat the word out, shaking her head from side to side. "When I got here I was expecting to find you working on the urgent job. Instead I see two cars outside but no one in the factory, I see clothing being thrown around in the office next door, obviously I looked in through the window only to see that whore on her knees with your prick in her mouth with you looking like you're the cat with the cream.
"I came here to get away from my shit of a husband. He's has been fucking about with some bitch at his work, giving her what he won't give me, he's flaunting the fact that he's 'got someone who can really give him what he needs' , whatever that may mean.
I've always respected you for the way you stay loyal to your wife, but today I've witnessed you behaving in exactly the way my pig of a man behaves."
"I see, I'm sorry to have disappointed you, and I'm sorry for what I just suggested, can I say though that I have known Paula for many years and I genuinely do care for her a great deal and I think she feels the same about me." Gavin was trying to wear his best naughty boy sorry face. Inside he was very angry, what the hell had he and Paula to do with this dried up bitch, but he was also aware that Irene could cause trouble for them both, so he had to watch his words.
"You don't get it," Irene exclaimed, "if I'd known you weren't the loyal husband I thought you to be. I could have been giving you what you want. I have always found you very attractive and I know you feel the same about me. It could have been me here today not that slutty bitch."
This was getting a strange.
Irene was obviously harbouring long felt feelings for him that he never remotely suspected, but worse was the fact that she somehow thought he felt the same way about her. He would have to let her down carefully he did not want her causing trouble.
"Irene, what do you want to happen?"
"Well first we'd better take care of your little problem," she nodded her head in the rough direction of his crotch, "then we can talk about our future."
For the first time in two hours his 'little problem' had actually deflated, he had not noticed, but Irene tended to have that effect on him. Did she say "our future?" He must have been insane suggesting a shag with her.
In the moments he had been contemplating his soft cock and their "future," Irene stood up and crossed the room to stand a couple of feet from him. He looked up at her, she looked different somehow, what was it? The glasses, she normally wore glasses, they had come off, he had to admit she did look a lot softer and more vulnerable without them. Now she was this close he could smell her perfume which was quite intoxicating.
"I don't think we should do this Irene," he said.
"Do what? We haven't done anything."
"I really don't need your help anymore, the problem has gone away," he said looking towards his own crotch, "and our future doesn't involve any personal stuff between us."
"Then your future involves explaining to your wife how I got hold of your pants and Paulas bra."
"Don't be such a fucking bitch," he snapped. "What gives you the right to interfere in any of our lives?"
Irene reached behind her back and produced his grey boxers. "These," she said. With that she brought his underwear to her nose and inhaled deeply. "Nice," she whispered.
"Fucking hell!" were the words in his mind.
Twenty-one years of fidelity to his wife and now in the space of 2 hours he had two women he had known for years were throwing themselves at him. One of them a sex goddess in his eyes, the other a mouse of a woman who had suddenly become a raving bunny boiler sniffing the crotch of his sweaty boxer shorts. He new which he preferred.
"Irene, I don't fancy you. I've never thought about you in that way."
"She looked genuinely hurt. I don't believe you. Not that it matters, I've had years of having sex with men I couldn't even stand let alone fancy," she glared at him. "Now I'm calling the shots and you're going to do as I tell you."
"It's a bit different, a man can force a woman, but not the other way around, if a man's not up for it then nothing's going to happen."
"If it were up to his brain then that might be true but it's not, it's up to his prick, and I'm an expert at getting their attention. I know I'm no oil painting but when you can't do it with looks you have to do it with skill." With that she discarded his boxers and started to undo the buttons of her crisp white blouse, working from top to bottom carefully and precisely.
"I've had years of that abusive bastard at home giving me instructions on how he wants it, I know what a man likes. I just want someone to take care of my needs for a change, Surely it wouldn't be so bad?" She popped the last little pearly white button and gently pulled her blouse from the waistband of her pleated green tartan skirt.
Her voice was becoming softer and softer, by the end of her little speech she was whispering and Gavin was sure her lips were trembling, was that a tear? He was concentrating on her face and had hardly noticed the fact that she had been undressing.
He looked at the opening in her blouse he could make out the centre portion of a black lace bra with a front opening clasp, her tummy was in shadow but he could make out a few silvery stretch marks, she looked vulnerable. At that moment Gavin felt sorry for her, he wanted to hug her and reassure her. He was getting very confused.
Irene put her hands behind her back and undid something on her skirt. Gavin looked on as the skirt slid to the floor. As she stepped out of the tartan circle of material he notice her black shiny high heeled shoes containing her dainty little feet, her legs were covered with black nylon tights, he had to admit she did have very nice legs. His eyes travelled up towards her thighs but her white blouse was long enough to cover them. He was becoming mesmerised by this silent striptease that his uptight business partner was doing for him.
Irene turned to face him full on, she brought her closed fists to rest on her hips, she pulled her shoulders back and her chest out, her hands and arms were holding back the white material of here blouse, revealing to him for the first time her thighs and abdomen.
