Mrs Young.
The next year flew by, my workload full, a bank balance increasing everyday but more importantly my balls were constantly empty. A lot of my regular clients had given up the pretence of me doing odd jobs for them, instead just paid me for sex.
The alterations on the shop were nearly complete and although I had very little to do with the construction, still managed to Christen the changing rooms with Marge and give Aunty June a pussy massage on one of the new tables.
My life was well and truly on the up, my old banger was gone, replaced with a brand new Transit van, supplied by Jennifer's husband at trade price, with the name "SHAUN the HANDYMAN." Painted across the side panels. If you looked carefully, hidden inside the semi circle of the e in tiny letters, prurient was concealed.
Another big event was that, Becky was pregnant, although she insisted, I was not the father, I had my doubts. I had been having regular sex with both of them, Joanne was always with a condom, Becky was bareback and many times I emptied a full load inside her,
Angela, (We had progressed from me calling her Ms. Grey) thought it would be a good idea, that I should learn what she called, productive accountancy. So for the last few weeks, every Wednesday afternoon, I attended the office of Mr Tomos Young. Known as being the best creative Accountant in the area.
Tomos Young was the type of person, that within a few minutes of meeting him, you want to smack. He was short, fat and ugly, with manners, a pig would be ashamed of. He treated his staff like shit, even worse his wife, who happened to be his assistant and constantly referred to me as "THE BOY."
Emma Young was quite the opposite, charming and friendly, mid fifties, coloured hair, hiding any grey, impeccable make up and for an older woman, a body, that looked 20 years younger. Tomos sat behind an imposing desk, barking out orders, Emma sat at the other end of the desk, facing me as I sat at a small table. To be honest, whenever she could see me struggling to understand what her husband was telling me, she would come to my desk, either standing behind me or bending over it and explain it in simpler terms. On such occasions, I would try a little discrete flirting with her. She was either oblivious or chose to ignore it. That changed one particularity warm afternoon, I was running late, something he could not abide. After parking my van, I sprinted to his office, taking the stairs two at a time and when I reached my desk, I had built up quite a sweat. Once a my table grabbed the front of my tee-shirt and began wafting it. I caught Emma looking at me and I mouthed the words "HOT." She just nodded, before opening the top two buttons of her blouse and mimicking my actions. The following week, I made sure I arrived early, Emma was already there.
"Hi Shaun, how are you coping?"
I admitted to her, that I was finding all these facts and figures above me, maths was never my strong point in school. She strolled over to where I was sitting, bent over the desk,
"Let's see if we can make it easier for you."
As she did so, I got a magnificent view down her top, her unrestrained breasts, right before my eyes.
Looking at my crotch she laughed,
"Seems my intentions were wrong, I've made it hard for you."
"That you have." I replied trying to adjust my erection.
Tomos entered before we could say anything else and demanded we get down to work.
On and on he droned, I was totally lost or distracted would be a better way to describe it. Emma had moved her chair, to a position that I had a good look at her legs and at one time when she crossed them, her stocking tops were apparent. The minx was in full teasing mode, especially when she opened her legs, letting me see what I thought was her naked pussy. I accidentality dropped my pen and when I reached down to retrieve it, Emma spread her thighs wide apart and yes she wore no knickers.
"BOY!!!" Tomos shouted at me.
"Yesss sirrr." I stammered, thinking I had been caught looking up his wife's skirt.
"Did you hear me? Go get those files I want, now!"
Tempted to tell him to "Fuck off."
