Having been divorced for three years, I was ready to start a new relationship or at least get back into that scene.
I realised that being quite introverted with singleton hobbies my pool of available candidates was the workplace.
You do not get too many conversation starters when going swimming every morning.
Our department was in the process of being gradually outsourced.
I didn’t know it myself but I had been marked as ‘key man’ personnel. Any outsourcing contract had to continue employing myself for at least two years during a transition period. None of my so-called friend work colleagues thought it useful to actually share that information with me.
This meant that the outsourcing contractors had been briefed to butter me up, keep me in their good books and to note that I liked women…
My secret affair with one of the married secretaries had apparently only been secret to myself.
Accordingly, the outsourcers selected female staff.
I knew this because the first lady manager, Julie, told me outright asking me what it meant.
I was a freelance consultant. Myself and Julie had worked together at another site but the description she’d had received of me had not agreed with her own assessment that I was charming, polite and respectful.
She said that she had been given an expense account to take me out and that we could go down the pub for lunch any time because she herself liked a drink.
It was there for little surprise that the subsequent team leader made a point of introducing herself to me. Polite formality isn’t really normal practice in an IT department of introverted geeks.
Marion was a very classic feminine, tall redhead with very, very long legs seemingly always on display.
Her short dresses, skirts, always, with heels had me distracted the whole working day: every day.
I made a mental note of her work start and stop times. She worked very long days which I later realized were down to her being on location in a hotel. I noted that she wouldn’t really have an evening social life.
Usefully we got to know each other quite quickly, because I was the local IT bible. She had been asked to consult me on local practices standards and coding techniques. Remember the department was being slimmed down with the better staff moved elsewhere in advance of our department being completely outsourced.
This was a result of the incompetent managers and mostly incompetent staff from feeling confident enough to take on the Y2K problem.
I had been their last, or perhaps only, hope of making it into the new year without some red press stories.
I would leave soon after Marion left the office and try to hook up with her in the car park by accidental coincidence of course. For several days, I failed to find her in the car park. I had no idea what detour she took. Sometimes I would wait in the car park for an hour. The frustration began to build and, frankly, made me extra horny.
Eventually, one evening, I caught up with her in the car park. We had small talk about our long working hours with a consequent lack of time for socialising or hobbies. Personally, I had no real hobbies. Work was my hobby. However, the purpose here was ice breaking seduction.
I invited her for supper or a drink but she declined. It was Friday. She was heading back to her home 300 miles away in Chesterfield.
I had to make many more attempts to hook up with her in the car park again. Her short skirts were driving me into a frenzy. Her short skirts baring her lily white legs were making it impossible to leave my desk without politically incorrect embarrassment. Her skirts literally hung level with the curve of her buttock cheek. I had to focus before standing up lest I revealed my secret hard drive.
She declined supper. She had just eaten in the engineers canteen. That had been her detour between office & car park. I imagined all those men staring at her legs. I wondered if she was getting off on all the obvious attention.
Just as I became lost for words or ideas, she suggested I could join her at her hotel for a drink.
She had been put up at a swanky London hotel at her employer’s cost. She explained that she had an expense allowance for food but that if she ate at the staff canteen, she could increase her earnings. After all, she had to get something out of working so far from home.
She seemed excited about the quality of the hotel being five stars as she trolled through all the amenities. I was invited up to see how nice her room was. I found that strange, personally, being unimpressed with pomp but I, keenly, accepted another path to my ultimate goal.
I gushed about her room, especially the bathroom… especially, the grand shower. I claimed to be hot & sweaty from a long day of excessive brain heat generation. Feigning a child-like excitement, I almost begged to take a shower, repeating my request until the child’s demands were met.
I announced that I would be taking my clothes off to be naked as I slowly closed the bathroom door whilst staring hard into Marion’s eyes smiling playfully.
A quick shower then to concoct a plan. I examined my, by now, huge & purple penis for flaws then, naturally, started wanking. A plan emerged. I would play the part of country bumpkin innocence.
I had planned to step out of the bathroom, completely naked with (my) tool at 45 degrees upwards as, perhaps I believed, some kind of ball park pornographic lure. I must have been intoxicated by adrenalised testosterone.
As I stepped out of the bathroom, I immediately realised that I was too shy to carry out my plan having been driven so far by blind lust.
I, shyly, covered my nakedness with a towel then realised that I was badly blushing as red as by display of manhood. I, immediately, adjusted my plan two fold. I covered my upper body with the towel to hide my face. Pretending to dry my hair, lifting the towel high enough to reveal my purple cock to the outside world but whom I could no longer see and so was less intimidating. I, momentarily, thought about being an ostrich.
“I was thinking you’d like to see me naked. You said you have little to do in the evenings and it seemed like a good idea to entertain you”. Her full face blush matching her curly ginger hair said it all.
I collapsed into politically correct defense: “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think it through. It seemed like a good idea that I can now see my behavior is quite inappropriate. So very sorry. I was only trying to do something nice for you.”
Some hours passed although they were in truth only seconds. “Perhaps we should go for a drink?” she suggested.
“Oh… yes… excellent idea let’s go for a drink and forget about all this?”
I hastened back to the bathroom, putting my clothes on as quickly as possible with some sad notion that the sooner I was dressed then the less naked I had actually been.
We went for a drink. Marion had four gin and tonics. I had two beers with a newly hatched plan of claiming I’d have to have a coffee in her room before driving.
“You brought all the drinks tonight, perhaps I can get the coffee before you go?”
“I’m really enjoying our chatting. I don’t want to go just yet. Are you tired?”
“Well you could have coffee here or you could come back to my room?” The barman’s ears and eyes perked up.
“Yes, let’s go?” I felt that I had left the position neutral. Some ill conceived notion that the barman would neither know whether I was leaving or going to the lady’s room. I, briefly, considered that the hotel staff would refuse an extra guest in the room. Very briefly.
We took our drinks to her room. I took my shoes off to demonstrate the potential intimacy of our new connection. We chatted some more. I laid the charm on.
Marion lit up a cigarette. I realised a further opportunity for my plan. I explained how secondhand smoke is removed or risk of cancer or lung disease. She smiled coyly. She took a long drag on her cigarette still smiling. I gently leant forward, pressing my lips softly against hers barely touching until she opened her mouth. I sucked her smoke. Confidently, withdrawing, blowing it out then going back in for my conquest plunder.
We kissed like teenagers. We explored our sweet wetness.
I reached my fingers up her delightful legs. Up and down but stepping further upwards under her skirt until I was sure there was no resistance.
I began to massage her clitoris with a mix of exploratory motions, carefully, listening and feeling her preferred stimulation.
I was patient. I took my time. The longer the foreplay, the bigger my cock.
When I could feel she was sopping wet, I stood up.
“You’ve already seen all this.” I dropped my trousers then my boxers. She had kept her heels on.
I returned to more foreplay kneeling before her bed. Holding her shoes, I spread her legs pushing upwards and sideways. I buried my face in between her legs to gently lap at her swollen clitoris. She sighed uncontrollably. This was going to be easy. It had clearly been a while since she had enjoyed cunnilingus.
I pushed my nose hard against her clitoris whilst probing for her swelling G spot with my tongue. As she came, I shook my nose to finish off her clitoral orgasm.
I got up to squat on the bed with my cock in front of her face. My hand took the back of her head to guide her mouth onto my hot cock.
She had skills. I began instantly moaning with delight. I let her take the lead as she bounced her head along the length of my shaft taking it all with ease deep inside her throat. I could see her throat swelling repeatedly from inside.
I was ready to fuck her but she sensed my withdrawal then held my legs against her face as she increased pumping my cock with her throat snorting like a frantic pig.
I came hard, loudly, again and again into her mouth.
“Now you will refuse to kiss me but you cannot get me pregnant either”.
I had been waiting a long time to fuck this woman. I climbed down laying beside her. I moved slowly to kiss her passionately and deeply whilst pressing my hand flat against her crotch.
I pushed one leg aside to settle my body between her legs resting on my outstretched arms. I reached down to guide my cock into her soaking wet pussy.
I began slow but very deep long strokes to wank myself to full attention inside her.
“I’m not using anything. You can’t come inside me. Only in my mouth. Come in my mouth?”
I pumped harder now that I had instructions and another plan. As I began to orgasm myself she repeated:
“No. No. Don’t. No. Don’t come” This was confusing. I was going to come in her mouth. So, surely, I was allowed to come.
I began to sweat with the effort of holding back my ejaculation. When it was too late, I pulled out. Jumping up the bed, I guided the back off her head fast onto my cock. The ejaculate first hit her on the cheek then lips then fully coated the inside of her throat.
She expertly squeezed my cock dry with her mouth until it shrank.
Marion was no innocent country lass.
