Jean was pissed. Her boss lady had fired her last week
Im an accounting manager and work in an office building. The building is three stories tall and sits right next to the freeway. My office is on the third floor on the freeway side. A couple times a month I work late, sometimes well into the night. I find I can concentrate and get more done when Im there alone without the distractions of my fellow workers and the phones ringing, especially toward the end of each quarter when all the reports are due. Ive been working late like this for several years and have always been completely alone in the building, or so I thought.
A couple of years ago I was working in a small convenience store. My boss was this lovely voluptuous divorced woman in her forties. She had a smile which alone could get me hard, and a full bodied form, with gigantic tits, that I would lay in bed and think about after a shift, and cumming all night.
Me thinks the layd doth protest too much, said Hamlet. This statement, or something like it, can be applied to anyone who complains too much about how exploited he is sexually.
Carol started a new job this past week. So far everything has been going great and she feels as if she is adjusting to a very new environment. There just seems to be one obvious problem. Except for her boss, Mr. Zachary, the new office is full of nothing but younger women. Most are particularly good looking she notices. In fact, here it is Thursday and she finds herself walking out into the hallway from her office only to catch Mr. Zachary looking right at Ann, the youngest of the women in the office. Ann is slightly bent over the copier with her tight skirt practically molded to her backside. He is obviously admiring her long sexy legs as his head tilts downward then back up, his probing eyes following from her snug skirt down her well exposed thighs to her high heels, twice. Carol knows from the way he ogles the girl his manly penis is likely stirring in his dress slacks as he gets his fill of watching her bottom sway back and forth as she continues to manipulate the office copier.
As I walked into work today I saw the cleaning guy that had caught me by surprise a few weeks ago. He stared at me with a little grin on his face. I walked right up to him and whispered in his ear, Ill be working late tonight, then licked my lips, gave him a devilish smile, and walked to the elevator. I still didnt know if he spoke any English, but I figured Id give it a try anyway.
Lisa Hamilton paced the outside aisle between the last row of desks and the windows. She could see the schoolyard and the small park beyond, its trees and shrubs just beginning to bud with spring, and because of the slant of the afternoon sun, she was also able to see her image reflected in the glass.
God, youre beautiful, Miriam, Roger Trenton said in hushed awe as he stood near the lovely blonde woman. Youre the most beautiful woman Ive ever known.
On the huge new 797-X, you almost could forget you were on an airplane, it was that big.
Joan Frazer hurried down the worn linoleum hallway of old Montock High School, books and her class record under one arm, a small can of film gripped tightly in her other hand. Her long, satiny brunette hair cascaded over her shoulders as she walked quickly, her form-hugging dress stretching tautly over her body and accentuating the fluid lines of her movements.
The sun broke through the blinds in her room, and she stirred, trying to hide her face from the light. She was not ready to get out of bed yet. Feeling lazy, she might stay in bed until her husband returned from his new job. Besides, she didnt think she could face up to spending the day alone with her new father-in-law. He was still a stranger to her!
It was time for our annual office Christmas party.