want is to be left alone – to sleep.' Natasha turned her back on him, but not, without first taking the precaution of wrapping herself in the duvet.
'How can you say you’re hot when you cover yourself up like that? Have you gone off sex or something?'
'Barrie, stop whining. You know I like sex, but I would also like a little romance. I did not want sex last night and I don’t want it this morning. Now, give it a rest. Go away and take that thing of yours with you.'
He rolled onto his back and reached down to stroke his ‘old boy’. The trouble was that once erect, it needed satisfying. He had lost count of the number of times he had walked past scantily clad telesales girls in the office that summer, holding a strategically placed clipboard. It was no fun having a massively stiff prick and nowhere to put it. He might just as well go to work; there was plenty to do and when Natasha said no, she usually meant it. Trouble was she was saying no too often recently. A bit different from when they married just over a year ago. With a loud theatrical sigh, he rolled out of bed and stamped off to the bathroom.
Ever since the first day of the Travel Plan cleaning contract, Lucinda Lovebrace had tried to log onto the sales director’s computer. The only reason for being there was to gain access to the Travel Plan database. This morning she was using football themed passwords. She typed in ARSENAL – entrance denied. She was about to type in BLACKBURN, when the lift mechanism jolted into action with a solid clunk. It settled into a steady whine as the lift descended. Who could be calling for the lift at this hour? She checked her watch. Five minutes past six. It would not be Douglas, (call me Duggie) Lummox, the Chief Executive Officer of Travel Plan. He came in at seven; you could set your watch by Duggie. She avoided him as much as possible, not that she would not have sex with him. With her need for men she would take them in all shapes and sizes and despite Duggie‘s ratty appearance, not helped by greasy swept back hair and yellowing teeth, she rather fancied him. Perhaps it was something to do with having read that rats fuck thirty times or more a day. It would be fun to find out if he could live up to his ratty appearance. But, not wishing to jeopardise the contract until the information she wanted was in her hands, she had avoided temptation. Anyway, this was definitely too early, for Duggie and Julie would never go down to the ground floor to get the express lift to the fifteenth, she would dash up the stairs. So who was it? Better play safe and switch off the computer. She clicked on ‘close’ and waited. The lift mechanism re-activated. Someone was on the way up and the computer was not responding. She tried clicking on ‘close’ again, but the cursor was stuck. Frantically moving the mouse backwards and forwards and from side to side had no effect – the computer had frozen with the evidence of her nocturnal activity on screen for anyone to see. The lift stopped and she heard the doors open. Whoever was in that lift was only the length of the corridor away. She had no more than a few seconds. Don’t panic! Think! Think! She snatched the framed photograph of an attractive young woman from its place next to the in-tray and scrambled under the desk, just managing to locate and pull the plug on the computer as the office door opened.
Barrie Billingsgate was confronted with a delectable vision, which made him think life could be most unfair. After almost ten hours with a solid erection, his ‘old boy’ was, at last, under control. Then, in his own office, where he should be safe from temptation, one of the shapeliest female backsides he had ever laid eyes on was jutting out from under his desk. He coughed loudly to let the owner know he was there. Appearing surprised and flustered, the woman banged her head on the underside of his desk. She had his favourite photograph of Natasha in her left hand and made an exaggerated show of keeping it off the floor as she crawled out backwards from under the desk. As she moved, her white coat rode-up to reveal a gorgeous pair of tanned legs topped by a tantalising glimpse of white lace. Blood gushed back into his penis!
Lucinda Lovebrace knew exactly what she was doing. She wriggled out further than necessary, before twisting into a sitting position. With legs splayed and one knee raised, the white coat barely covered her tanned midriff and the elastic in her flimsy lace panties stretched away from the raised leg to reveal a patch of dark pubic hair and a glimpse of pink labia. She looked coyly up at Barrie Billingsgate, before removing her headscarf and shaking out lustrous brown hair, which cascaded down over slim shoulders. She dropped the headscarf and held out a hand.
'Mr Billingsgate I presume?'
Mesmerised by a pair of unfathomable brown eyes in a classically beautiful face, he could only nod and extend his hand. She took it and levered herself into a kneeling position, her face level with the fast expanding bulge in his trousers. She watched it grow for several seconds before looking up at him with a knowing, lustful smile.
'I’m Lucy, the office cleaner.' She handed the photograph up to him. 'Sorry about that. Knocked it off your desk as I was having a final dust.'
She did not sound much like a cleaner. Not that he would necessarily know how a typical cleaner spoke, but her accent was definitely up market. He took the photo and made a cursory examination of the frame.
'That’s okay, nothing broken.'
'Who is she?'
'My wife, Natasha.' He laid the photograph face down on the desk, which told her all she needed to know.
'I’m Barrie – Barrie Billingsgate, pleased to meet you.'
She smiled up at him. 'I won’t make the obvious reply to that.'
He looked down past the smile into her cleavage. Her breasts were unsupported and magnificent. Somewhat larger and fuller than Natasha’s but every bit as shapely. He would be very happy to look down on that cleavage all day except his ‘old boy’ was beginning to obstruct the view. Embarrassed, he drew away, but she quickly put both hands around the back of his thighs and pulled him back.
'Does this hot weather effect you the same as it affects me?' She kissed and nibbled at the tip of his swollen penis through the thin fabric of his summer suit. As he struggled for an answer, she stood up moving her right hand to the front of his trousers and kissed him with an open mouth. He squirmed to her touch, her sweet breath heightening his excitement. 'It makes me steamy and right now there are two things I would like, Barrie.' Her voice dropped an octave; it was husky and incredibly sexy.
'What are they?'
'Your magnificent cock inside me and a glass of water.' She gave his testicles a gentle squeeze. 'It will have to be water first I‘m afraid. I’m desperate for sex, but we don’t want me dying of thirst half way through – do we?' His mumbled reply was indistinct as he ran towards the door. As he disappeared, she ducked swiftly under the desk and pushed the computer plug back into its socket.
When Barrie Billingsgate returned, with what little water he had managed to retain in the cup, he was bitterly disappointed to find that the gorgeous creature, who promised so much, had gone. The bird had flown. He looked hopefully under the desk, but the space she had previously occupied was empty. He sighed. Not another clipboard day!
Then, with a creak and a groan his high back, black leather executive chair, swung around and there she was smiling at him, her white coat unbuttoned and folded back to a point where she might as well not have been wearing it at all. Her breasts were truly magnificent. Unsupported they curved upward with long erect nipples pointing dagger like towards the ceiling. He lurched towards her, spilling yet more water in the process. She nonchalantly dropped the lace panties dangling from the forefinger of her right hand.
'Come on big boy.' She took the cup from his hand, drank what little water was left and watched in amusement as he desperately fumbled at his belt. After tossing the paper cup into the waste paper basket, she brushed his hands away and expertly unfastened the buckle. Trousers and underpants were pulled down in one deft movement and his unfettered penis sprang out, almost striking her on the nose. She took it in both hands, playfully running her tongue around the rim of the bulbous head before guiding it down towards her vagina. To accommodate her he had to sink to his knees. Half the length of his striving penis slipped into her, it felt wonderful and welcoming, but the edge of the seat prevented deeper penetration – she was in complete control. She gave him a wicked smile. 'Take it easy big boy. We haven’t much time, but I want to come at least twice, how about you?' As he grunted his agreement, she eased gently forward in the seat until the rim of his penis rubbed against the right spot. She groaned, took his hand and guided it to where she wanted it to go. There was no difficulty in locating her clitoris – it was large and prominent. She gave him a smile of encouragement, but her teeth were clenched, almost in a grimace. There was a hint of desperation in that smile.
'You can’t hurt me down there, Barrie. Rub it – please rub it. Rub it hard!'
Taking her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, he massaged in time with his restricted thrusts. Her groans turned to a whimper as she pleaded with him.
