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After Hours With BJ

By: shevyone



I looked at the mirror. Yes, I definitely needed a haircut. And if I didn't one today, it would get delayed for another two weeks, till I came back from my vacation. I picked up the telephone and dialed the hairdressers. A couple of rings and there was a sexy voice on the line.

"Good morning, Shear Delite. How may I help you?"

"Hello. This is Steve Renner. I would like an appointment with Betty Jo this afternoon."

"Hmmm… I don't know about today. Quite a few of our girls have taken the day off, and I think BJ is pretty much tied up. Anyway, let me check the register." There was a pause before she continued, "I'm so sorry. Just as I thought. I'm afraid BJ is booked up right through the day. Would you like to be taken care of by somebody else? Or else, I could fit you in first thing tomorrow."

"No, thanks. I have been having my hair done by BJ for years now. She knows me best. And I do need an appointment today itself. I am going out of town tomorrow. Listen, can I have a quick word with her?"

"Sure hon, just hold on. I'll get her in a moment." 

I heard her put the receiver down, and yell out, "BJ, customer for you. Please pick up the phone."

A few moments, she was on the line. "Hello, BJ here."

"Oh, hi BJ. This is Steve Renner. I know you are tied up like crazy. But I need a haircut today itself. I'm going out of town tomorrow morning."

"Gee, Steve, I am booked right through the day. My last customer gets done only by 8 p.m., and that's when we close down. Can any of the other girls take care of you?"

"No BJ. You know how particular I am about my hair. I don't want anyone else messing around with it. Listen, do you mind if I came in after eight. Could you stay back for me? Just this once? I would really appreciate it."

"Okay, Steve, you are twisting my arm,. Remember, you owe me big." I could almost see her smile. "So, I'll see you at eight."

I spent the rest of the day finishing up a number of last minute chores connected with my trip. Bills to be paid, tickets to be collected….. all routine mundane things. By seven in the evening, I was all done, and even my bags were packed.

Exactly at eight I was at the salon. When I walked in, BJ was still attending to her last customer.

"Hello Steve. As you can see, I am running a bit late. The other have all left, leaving me to close up after I am finished with you. Will you give me another fifteen minutes? I'll be done with Ray here by then. Why don't you take a stroll and come back?"


"All right," I replied. Suddenly, I had a brainwave. "hey, have you had anything to eat? If not, I'll pick up a couple of sandwiches, and something to drink. Would you like that?"

"Sure hon…. That'll be great. You really are a sweetheart." She flashed me another of her 100 watt smiles.

I stepped out and walked a block down to Jeffreys, a deli that served great sandwiches. I got a couple of pastrami on rye with Coleman's mustard, some kosher dills, a bag of Cap Cod chips, two brownies, and four bottles of cold Heineken, dark. What the heck, if we were going to eat, might as well do it right.

By the time I got back, Ray had left and BJ was cleaning up. I sat down on a sofa near the reception area and put the bags of food on a glass-topped table. Twisting the cap off a bottle of beer, I took a long draught, and watched BJ tidy up her station. She was sweeping up the floor, pushing the fluffy piles of hair into a dustpan and depositing them into a trashcan. She then rearranged the table, putting the combs and scissors and the hair dryers in their proper places. Finally, she washed her hands and came over to where I was sitting.

She smiled, "that beer sure looks inviting."

I handed her a bottle, and she sat back in her chair, taking a deep swallow. "That really feels good, Steve. Do you mind if I smoked?"

Without waiting for my reply, she opened her bag and took out a cigarette from a packet of Virginia Slims and placed it between her lips. I noticed she had full, sensuous lips. 

I leaned forward and flicked my lighter for her. She dipped her head and cupped the flame with her hands as she lit the cigarette and took a deep drag. She had long slender fingers, and her fingernails were painted a crimson red.

"I really appreciate your staying late, BJ," I said. "But you know how paranoid I am about my hair."

"That's cool, Steve. Actually I am a bit flattered when my regular customers insist that they get me. Anyway, you have now turned this into a sort of picnic. I am enjoying it after the hard day I've had. So I guess we are even." She took another deep swallow from her bottle.

I opened up the brown bags and laid out the food on the table. I had brought extra napkins and extra packets of mustard in case BJ was also a mustard freak like me. Opening the bag of chips I offered some to BJ.

"Hmmm… delicious," she said, munching nosily on the chips. For the next few minutes, the room was filled with the appetizing smell of cold cuts and condiments and the happy sounds of two hungry persons chowing down. I opened up the two remaining bottles of beer and passed one to BJ.

"Thank you hon, "she responded, after taking a deep swallow. With the back of her hand, she wiped her lips. "I didn't realize how famished I was."

BJ leaned back in her chair and stretched her legs. She was wearing a black sleeveless linen dress that stopped a couple of inches above her knees. It was buttoned down the front, and I could see the lacy, frilly edges of her bra peeking over the top of the low scalloped neckline. I observed she had large, full breasts. Her legs were long and slim and encased in shiny black pantyhose. On her feet she had black leather pumps, and there was a filigreed silver chain adorning one of her ankles. 

We spent the next few minutes in desultory chat. She wanted to know where I was going on my vacation and shared the details of the last vacation she had taken with her boyfriend. With a final swig, she drained off her beer and put the bottle on the table. 

"Well Steve, I guess it's time to get to work." BJ got up from her chair and beckoned me. I followed her to her station and sat down in the barber's chair. She turned the chair around and tilted it so that my head was positioned over the sink. Turning the faucet open, she began spraying water on my head with a tiny porcelain handshower.

"Is the water temperature okay?" she smiled at me. "Hope it's 

not too hot."

I nodded to indicate that everything was kosher. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the sensuous feel of the warm rivulets of water coursing through my hair.

Opening a bottle of shampoo, BJ poured a little quantity into her right palm and started working up a good lather on my wet scalp. She was standing close to me, her legs touching mine, and her firm thighs occasionally rubbed sibilantly against the sides of my upper body. She was bent over my face, working the shampoo into my hair, her fingers massaging my scalp in a circular motion. Her breasts were moving in rhythm with the movements of her hands and they brushed against my cheeks and the sides of my neck.

I opened my eyes and the sight before me was wondrous. The neckline of her dress hung low and the upper moons of her breasts spilled out invitingly, straining against the black lace cups of her bra.

I shifted my face imperceptibly so that my cheeks were occasionally touching her cleavage. Her warm flesh felt incredibly smooth and silken. There was bulge growing in my pants, and I was hoping that it wouldn't become too obvious. I was beginning to feel noticeably hot and flustered.

After a few more moments, BJ turned off the faucet and began to squeeze the water down from my head. Taking a towel from the cabinet, she started to dry my hair. This movement caused her breasts to jiggle and rub against my face. I was enjoying this sensation and moved my face closer to her bosom. I sensed BJ moving in a little closer so that her legs were now pressed tight against my upper torso. I could feel the heat emanating from her body as her thighs started rubbing deliciously against my right arm. My fingers were touching her knees and calves.

I opened my eyes and saw BJ looking at my face intently.

"You enjoying this honey?" she asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. She bent her body down so that her cleavage was now right in front of my face.

"Oh yes," I murmured dreamily, and throwing caution to the winds, pushed my head forward, burying my face in the sweet valley of her bosom. She smelled wonderful, a mixture of damask rose and her own body fragrances. 

I snuggled closer, my nose burrowing deeper into the warm folds of her flesh. My hand felt feverish against her nylon-clad legs. I slowly brought it up, rubbing the muscled calf and feeling the dimpled backside of her knee. I drew her closer.

Suddenly, she shifted slightly and swung one leg over and straddled me, with her legs on each side of the chair. She straightened up for a moment, unbuttoning the top half of her dress. Shrugging the dress down over her shoulders, she pushed it down to her waist so that her breasts were bared. They swung over me in all their magnificence, two lace encased peaks of ambrosia.

She was wearing a black underwire demi bra, and the wide circles of her ruby red aureoles were clearly visible. Her creamy white complexion was in stark contrast to the black silk of her designer bra, and her flesh bulged out succulently under the elastic material.

I rubbed my face against her breasts, feeling the smooth silk of the bra rasp against my stubble. With shaking hands I pushed one of the cups down and a long red nipple sprang into view. It was almost half an inch in length and the thickness of my little finger. I stuck my tongue out and flicked at it tentatively, coating it with saliva. The nipple felt warm and rubbery and I bit it gently.

BJ whimpered; almost a guttural moan. She put her hands behind her back and unhooked the clasp of her bra and threw the garment on the floor allowing me to feast upon the beauty of her bare breasts. They were magnificent; a creamy white in complexion and without any trace of sag. Holding one of those mounds under her left hand, she proffered it to me, like some precious bounty, while her other hand gently guided my head towards it.

With a contented sigh, I opened my mouth to accept the offering, taking the ruby capped cone between my lips and suckling on it like a contended baby. Her breast was soft and succulent, and with both my hands, I circled the base, pushing the pouting tip further into my mouth. I increased the pressure of my lips on her breast, drawing in the tip with some force and creating suction.

BJ gasped audibly as I drew in more of her tender flesh into my mouth, my tongue flicking her nipple in tantalizing rhythm. She settled down a little more comfortably in my lap and I could sense the heat emanating from her crotch as she rubbed against me.


I brought my hands up under her dress and caressed her ass cheeks. Clad in pantyhose, they were smooth and sleek to my touch. I squeezed the globes gently, my fingers tracing the steaming crack that separated them. Her pantyhose came up to her waist and through them, I could feel the outline of her panties. She was wearing hipster panties, the type with tight short legs. I brought my hands up till they reached the top of her pantyhose and made contact with her silken flesh. Her stomach was incredibly taut and smooth without an ounce of extra flab. With both my hands I encircle her tiny waist, bringing them slowly down over the generous flare of her full hips.

"Mmmmmmm… that feels very good baby," BJ murmured dreamily. She bent her head down and kissed me on my lips. A wet lascivious kiss that left me tingling with anticipation. 

Her tongue snaked into my mouth, dueling with mine. She drew her tongue into her mouth, sucking it hard. I responded by taking her lower lip between my lips and biting it gently. She gasped. I began to caress her lips with my tongue, tracing the smooth outline with its tip, and planting a wet kiss on the edges where her lips ended.

Bringing my face down I kissed the lower sides of her chin, tracing a wet path with the tip of my tongue to the base of her neck. BJ placed her arms on my shoulders for support, her head thrown back in ecstatic abandon. 

I moved my head to one side, burrowing my face under her arms. The undersides of her arms were wonderfully smooth and soft. I pushed my head up, burying my face in the smooth velvet of her armpit. I inhaled the musky fragrance, a combination of a light floral deodorant and her body aroma. It was heady, almost intoxicating, and I snuggled closer, losing myself in the sensuous warmth.

"I like what you are doing, Steve," said BJ. "You are making me very wet." She moved around on my lap, pressing down on my crotch.

I shifted my face once again and started sucking on her enlarged nipples. With my hands I pressed her breasts together, so that her nipples were sticking out in front of my face. With rapid movements of my tongue I began to lick the nipples alternately in quick succession.

"Oh my God, Steve. It feels so wonderful. I feel so very hot." BJ had her eyes closed and I could see the pink tip of her tongue running feverishly across her lips.

I increased the tempo of my tongue, flicking the rubbery nubs of her nipples with feverish ardor. I could feel the bulge growing in my pants. My cock was throbbing for release and BJ sensed it/ Hr hand crept down between her legs groping for my groin. With a grunt of satisfaction her fingers closed around my erection.

"Mmmmmm.. What do we have here," she asked mischievously. "Somebody's getting real excited. I like that." She lifted up her body slightly to allow easier access for her hand, and traced the outline of my erection. Running her hand between my legs, she cupped my balls, her index finger probing the crack of my ass.

I released my hands from her breasts and brought them up under her dress once again, squeezing the soft globes of her ass cheeks. Her crotch was now wet with her juices, and her panty hose was soaked through. 

I rubbed my fingers in her crack, smearing my fingers with her juices. I brought up my hands and rubbed my fingers across her nipples coating them with her honey. Bending my head I moved my lips to her breasts and started sucking on her nipples, savoring the tart flavor of her cunt juices.

"Oh God Steve, that feels wonderful. Please don't stop honey. Bite me," she urged. BJ was now panting with desire.

I rolled her nipples around in my mouth, nipping gently on the rubbery flesh. Her nipples were hard and erect and filled my mouth. I closed my lips around them and sucked hard and long, eliciting a squeal of pleasure from her. 

With my teeth I drew one of her nipples out, stretching the satiny skin of her aureole while the fingers of my right hand were busy squeezing the other nipple. Meanwhile, with my left hand I continued to saw between her legs, feeling the incredible slickness of her nylon covered pussy.

"Oh Steve honey," BJ murmured into my ear. "You can't imagine what you are doing to me. I'm so wet, it's not a joke. Let me get rid of this hose."

BJ got up from my body, allowing her dress to pool down at her feet.. Her body glowed with perspiration and her breasts were shining wet with my saliva. She bent down and removed the silver anklet from her right foot and then unbuckled the straps of her black pumps.

Walking up to me, she pulled me by both hands out of my chair. "Now undress me completely, lover," she ordered. 

I got up from the chair and held her by the waist. Drawing her close to me, I kissed her once again, my hands moving to her ass cheeks. I slowly slid down on my knees so that my face was flush with her stomach. I brought my hands up to the waistband of her pantyhose and slowly began to roll it down. There was a powerful musky aroma arising from her crotch and it was making me giddy with desire. I pushed my head forward, burying my face in the steamy jungle between her legs. God, it felt good.

BJ put one hand on my shoulder for support as she lifted, first one leg, and then the other to help me remove the hose from her body. I tossed the damp, flimsy garment aside and turned my attention to her soaking panties. 

She was wearing black hipster panties that clung to her undulating hips like a second skin. The gusset of the panties was made of satin and her mound jutted out sensuously like a silken invitation to paradise. Her alabaster skin played peeping tom through the lace material of the panties, adding to the erotic effect.

BJ spread her legs apart, and in the bright lights of the salon the satin crotch of her panties was shining wet with her juices. Smiling mischievously at me, she pushed her right hand inside the waistband of her panties into her pussy. I could see the outline of her fingers as they pressed into the wet folds of her cunt.

"Oh yes," she sighed, "that feels good. Steve, I'm so fucking wet. It's like a river down her." With a throaty laugh, BJ removed her hand from her panties and offered the wet shining fingers to me, tracing them across my feverish lips before plunging them into my waiting mouth.

I licked her fingers ravenously, savoring the pungent juices. It was more intoxicating than anything I had had in my life. With a grunt I raised my hands to her waist and tore her panties down. It was sodden with perspiration and juices.

BJ took the panties in her hands and rubbed it across my face and neck, smearing my cheeks with her slickness. For a moment she held the damp garment under my nostrils, making me inhale the strong scent.

"You like the smell babe," she asked in a sexy whisper. "Does it turn you on? You want more of BJ?" She was now teasing me, driving me mad with passion.

I nodded mutely, licking the juices from the gusset of her panties. She finally took the garment from my hands and threw it to the floor beside her pantyhose. Pirouetting on her feet like a dancer, she thrust out her ass provocatively, posing for me like an artist's model. She had a perfect ass, riding high on her legs. Her ass cheeks were firm and smooth without any blemish or stretch marks.

Again, she started teasing me in her sultry voice.

"Do you like what you see, honey?" Turning her back to me, she slowly bent down, spreading her legs apart as she did. With her hands she spread open the cheeks of her ass, laying bare her crack that was wet with juices. I could see the pink rosebud of her asshole, and below it a thick furry patch that ran up her legs.

BJ slowly stepped back so that body was now close to mine. She reached behind with her right hand, and with her long slender fingers started rimming her asshole. I pushed my face forward, inhaling the powerful smells. Her pubic hair was pearled with juices and her crimson pussy lips gleamed wet through the tufts of dark, shining hair.

"You have a very thick bush," I murmured, burying my face in the damp patch. Burrowing my face under her legs I ran my tongue along the thick lips of her cunt. She tasted wonderful. Creamy and refreshingly tart like the filling of a lemon meringue pie.

I slowly turned her around so that she was now standing up with her crotch positioned against my face. She had a luxuriant growth of silken pubic hair that covered her entire lower groin like a thick velvet mat. I suddenly had an idea.

"Can I do something kinky?" I asked her. "Can I shave your bush? Shaving a woman turns me on."

"Sure babe, if that's what you want. Just make sure you don't nick me." BJ smiled at me and got on to the barber's chair with her legs splayed apart. "Here, I am all at your disposal."

I bent down and ran my fingers through the tufts of dark hair that were slick with her juices. I pushed my forefinger into her wet hole. It sank in smoothly like a hot knife ploughing in through butter. I added one more finger into the hot cavern and slowly began to twist both the digits around, my knuckles rubbing against the walls of her pussy. 


After Hours with Mrs Jenner



A quick one for you this time. I put this one together during a rainy afternoon here in Mexico. In this scene, Sam, a young driver, takes his truck back to the yard one night and discovers that the voluptuous and desirable accounts clerk is working late. She offers him a quick drink of vodka and, when the conversation gets a little hot and heavy, shows him how she masturbates with a finger vibrator.

I hope you enjoy the scene. If you do, send feedback saying why; if you don't, send feedback saying why you didn't enjoy it. Make it constructive though – "you're a sick pommy faggot and your story is crap", doesn't really do much at all.

There are probably errors in the text. If there are, forgive me.

GA – Playa del Carmen, Mexico – 7th July 2012.

The office was meant to be empty, but I noticed the light in the Portakabin as soon as I drove the truck into the yard. My first thought was that perhaps one of the other lads had left it on, maybe in a rush to get to the pub and, in his haste to be out of there forgot to flick the switch.

I parked the rig and signed off the tachograph. Then, with all the receipts and my tacho disc and keys, I headed across the floodlit yard, feet crunching on the gravel as I approached the office.

Finding the door unlocked I pushed it open and was pleasantly surprised to see Mrs Jenner, the gorgeous, forty-something accounts clerk at her desk.

"Hello, Sam," Mrs Jenner said when she looked up from some paperwork. "End of year accounts," she added and rolled her eyes. "I'm just finishing off and I'll be heading home." Mrs Jenner removed her spectacles, the ones that, in my mind, lent her an air of a sexy school teacher. With the end of one spectacle arm at the corner of her mouth she studied me. "Been on the Nottingham run?" she asked just as I was beginning to grow uncomfortable under the intensity of her gaze.

Feeling myself flush I pretended to look through the bundle of documentation I was holding.

"Uh ... Yeah," I said, avoiding Mrs Jenner's eyes.

It was always like this whenever, in a rare moment, I was in the company of Mrs Jenner, alone with nobody to deflect her attention. I'm not one of the loud, gobby blokes, not like some of the lads that work for the company – Armpit Jackson for example. He's always trying to flirt with Mrs Jenner, whenever Phil, the operations manager isn't about anyway. Armpit makes it plain that he'd fuck the tight, MILF arse off the accounts clerk; she knows it; we all know it, it's just poor Armpit doesn't realise that he's landed that unfortunate appellation because he always stinks of sweaty armpits. 

Me? I'm more of the tongue-tied, stare-at-my-shoes-and-mumble type. It isn't that I wouldn't ride Mrs Jenner into a pool of our own bodily fluids, it's just that I find her too sexy. I'm intimidated by her cool confidence. I'm sure she's aware of the effect she has on men, I mean she always dresses in a slightly provocative way – hemline on her skirts just this side of decency, a blouse or sweater just a little too tight.

Mrs Jenner, divorced for over ten years so Armpit says, oozes sex appeal and fuels many a masturbatory fantasy for me.

And here she was, looking as fuckable as ever, alone with me in the office after hours.

"Well," Mrs Jenner said as she slid the glasses back onto her nose. "I'm finished here." She pulled a face and continued. "I hate end of year. So much work to catch up on. Still," she shrugged, "it's almost over." Mrs Jenner consulted a slim watch on her wrist. "I think I'll have a cheeky drink," she said and eyed me with a mischievous smirk on her face. "I keep a bottle of vodka in the security cabinet. Will you join me in a quick one, Sam?"

Torn between the urge to flee – to get away from this disconcerting woman and her innate ability to stiffen my penis – and the desire to stay in her company and listen to her voice, watch her move ... ogle her big tits as they strained the buttons on her blouse ...

Mrs Jenner took my gormless, slack-jawed silence as acquiescence and rose to her feet. She smoothed the tight skirt over her generous hips and walked, with a completely feminine sway of those hips to the aforementioned cabinet. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a vodka bottle and two plastic beakers.

"Cheers," Mrs Jenner said brightly after pouring a generous measure into each of the cups. She rolled her chair on its casters over to Phil's desk, to where I'd positioned myself after dropping my paperwork into the completed jobs tray for him to find in the morning. "Do you like working here, Sam?" Mrs Jenner asked and then sipped her drink.

"It's OK," I replied with a noncommittal shrug. "Phil's all right. He's putting me through my class one test so I can drive the articulated trucks. There'll be more money then, so ..." The ensuing silence made me uncomfortable, as did the woman's continuing, feline appraisal of me. "What about you, Mrs juh ... uh ... Jenner?" I stuttered. "Do you like working here?"

"I don't mind it all," she replied. Mrs Jenner shifted in her chair and crossed her legs. "I mean, the work's pretty mundane, numbers all day, and I'm sick of columns of figures ..." A quip came to my lips, one I'd never dare to articulate about Mrs Jenner's figure being one I could look at all day and never tire of. I held my silence of course and Mrs Jenner carried on. "But I like the atmosphere in here ..." she said. "Testosterone and bad language." She grinned at me and fingered a stray tendril of blonde hair that had come loose from its fastening and caressed one cheek. "I like looking at all you big, burly men. All rough and sexy and so ... so ..." Her hands fluttered as she struggled for the word. "Oh, I don't know," Mrs Jenner said after a quick gulp of vodka. "I just enjoy men being men. I don't mind the swearing and the banter. In fact ..." Mrs Jenner put down the plastic cup and leaned forward in her seat. Her voice took on a conspiratorial tone as I swallowed heavily and took a good, long, bug-eyed look down her blouse. "... I get quite turned on some days."

All I could do was blink and mumble something inarticulate that made Mrs Jenner laugh and reach for her drink again.

"Oh, Sam," she said. "I'm sorry. Have I embarrassed you?" My penis, completely unfazed by Mrs Jenner's revelations, and with a mind of its own, uncurled quickly and stiffened inside my work trousers when she leaned forward again and patted my leg. "You must think I'm an awful old woman. I hope you don't feel too badly towards me."

"Oh, nuh ... no, Mrs Jenner," I stammered. "Not at all ..." 

I want to rip that blouse off you and suck your big tits. I want you to take that skirt off so I can see your cunt, and then have you suck my cock and wank it until my spunk splashes all over your face and boobs. And then, when I'm still hard, I want to bend you over that desk and fuck you until you fart ...

But of course I said nothing of the sort, I just continued feebly with: "I don't think you're an awful old woman at all."

And then, in a seminal moment Mrs Jenner asked, "What do you think of me, Sam?" She laughed again and added, "Well, I know what Armpit Jackson thinks." She eyed me in an odd way and drained her beaker. "And if he'd just bathe every now and again he might get somewhere." Mrs Jenner sloshed more vodka into her cup. She proffered the bottle at me and, when I nodded, topped me up.

"I don't have to work tomorrow," I said before I drank. "So I can have a couple of drinks."

"You haven't answered the question, Sam," Mrs Jenner said. "Come on. Don't be shy. Tell me. Be honest. I don't mind if you think I'm a dried up old bag ..."

I gulped the spirit down in one go and, as the fire lit in my belly, threw caution to the wind. OK, I thought, if you want to know ...

"I think you're hot and sexy and I fancy you like crazy," I blurted. Uh-oh, I thought when Mrs Jenner blinked at my candid outburst. Maybe she didn't want to hear it put so bluntly? Perhaps this time I'd embarrassed her?

"Do you, now?" Mrs Jenner said with a low and dangerous edge to her voice. I could see a gleam in her eye and thought she was going to lean over and slap my face. "That's so nice to hear," she purred instead. "Because I happen to think you're the sexiest of all the men in the yard, Sam. I was so pleased when it was you that came in tonight. I thought that one of the other boys was on the Nottingham job, but when you walked in ..." Mrs Jenner rolled her eyes and grinned.

"I got put on it this afternoon," I explained. "That's why I've got tomorrow off ..."

Mrs Jenner waved a hand and cut me off.

"I don't care about why you're here, Sam, I'm just glad you are." Then, in an aside she muttered, "I should've eaten something earlier ... this vodka's made me fizzy ..." To me she then said, "So you think I'm hot and sexy? Would you like to fuck me, Sam?"

I knew my jaw was hanging open as I stared at Mrs Jenner, but I couldn't do anything about it, I was just stunned, struck dumb by her forthright question.

"Do you ever ..." Mrs Jenner grinned and mimed a jerking action with her fist. "Do you think about me and wank off, Sam?"

Of course I did, but I couldn't tell her that; no matter how crude and indiscreet she was being.

Mrs Jenner fixed me with another feline look.

"I do," she admitted. "I mean, working with all you sexy men all around me, of course I get turned on, of course I go over to the ablution block and lock myself in the ladies and use my finger-vibe on myself." She smirked and added, "That's the beauty of being the only female here; I get a whole toilet block to myself." Mrs Jenner winked at me, a slow, lascivious drop of an eyelid. "You should see me in there, Sam." She fanned herself with her fingers. "Skirt up around my waist, knickers hanging off one heel as I put my feet up against the door and just diddle that vibrator over my clit and finger fuck myself." She chuckled, a dark, rich, sexy sound. "I must look such a lady with my fingers sloshing around in my cunt up to the knuckles."

"Fuck," I gasped. That word coming from her just sounded so wrong. "Mrs Jenner ... I ... Shit ...No ... But ..." I had no idea what I was saying; nothing could have prepared me for that lewd and concise admission. My iron-hard cock throbbed, clamouring for attention at the image in my head. "Oh, fuck, Mrs Jenner," I moaned. "That's so ... Just so ..."

"Isn't it?' she whispered, her eyes gleaming. "Isn't it just the dirtiest thing? Would you ..." Mrs Jenner paused and looked across to the office door. "If I locked the door would you like to watch me? We could go into the break room and I could lie on the sofa in there and show you just what I do?"

"I can't believe this is happening," I muttered as, shaking my head, I followed Mrs Jenner into the company crew room. She led the way, hips swaying, with her handbag in one hand and holding the plastic beaker aloft in the other.

"You too," the woman hissed at me as she hiked up her skirt and yanked her underwear down. "Show me your cock. I've heard you're a big boy. Show me."

"Mrs Jenner," I gasped. "You're ... Oh shit ... You're beautiful."

Mrs Jenner smiled at me as she settles onto the threadbare sofa. It made for an incongruous scene, the hot lady with her bare pussy pouting and scarlet, leaking its ooze as she stared up at me, legs boneless, spread wide while she draped her voluptuous body over the furniture amid the detritus – the coffee cups and newspapers and sandwich wrappers – of our grubby canteen.

"Thank you," Mrs Jenner said as she unbuttoned her blouse. "What about these?" she asked. "What about my tits? They seem to be the topic of some discussion around here."

"Oh, shit, Mrs Jenner ..." Speechless, all I could do was stare at the woman's exposed breasts as she hauled those big jugs out of her bra. Eventually I managed to croak: "You've got great tits." My vocabulary was by now limited to the most basic. I had no words to describe those big things cantilevered over the pale green bra Mrs Jenner wore in support of their weight.

"There," she sighed, and reached into her bag. "You can see all of me. Here I am, shaved pussy and bare tits ... Now ..." Mrs Jenner twisted the end of a finger-sized vibrator and I heard a faint buzz as the woman splayed her labia and slid the prepuce hood of her clitoris back to expose that taut, pink nub. "... Show me your cock," she finished. "I want to know if it's true."

"Mrs Jenner ... I ... Please ... Can I fuck you?"

"Show me your fucking cock," the blonde spat. Her eyes flashed fire as she snarled at me. "Stop fucking about and just get your fucking cock out so I can fucking see if it's as fucking big as they fucking say ..." Following that profanity littered sentence she lay back and buzzed at her clitoris, sighing and moaning, eyes on my fingers while they fumbled with buttons and zip. "Oh my," Mrs Jenner sighed. "Oh my, oh my. That's a lovely looking penis." She held herself open with fingers in an inverted V. I could see all of her, bubbling and scarlet before, with the vibrator buzzing angrily over her clitoris, Mrs Jenner slid a finger into her opening.

"Mrs Jenner," I moaned. "Can I? Can I fuck you?"

I stroked my fist along my length and moved to her.

With me standing close to her Mrs Jenner looked up at me through eyes heavy-laden with lust. Her mouth hung open as she stared at me before she mumbled, "Condoms ... do you have a condom?"

'Ah ...Fuck, no," I said. "I don't."

"Then I'm sorry, Sam ..." Mrs Jenner gasped and winced, cursing as her back arched and she slid another digit in alongside the first. "Without protection ..." She gasped and grunted again. "Then I'm afraid we can't fuck ... Not now ... But if you come home with me ..." Mrs Jenner left the accord unsaid, but I understood; no matter how horny we were, no matter how desperate I was to stab into her body with my long cock, there would be no fucking there. We could pick up the essentials on the way home, but for now ...

"Wank for me, Sam," Mrs Jenner groaned. "You watch me and I'll watch you ... I love doing that anyway, watching a man masturbate. Do it for me. Pull your big cock and watch me plunder my own cunt ..."

"Mrs Jenner," I sighed. "I ... When I hear you use that word ... It sounds so ... so ..."

The woman laughed, her fingers sliding and squelching in and out of her body as she said, "But it's just a word, Sam." Mrs Jenner nodded and grinned at me, her eyes on mine as she said, But it's all hot and itchy ... My cunt, Sam. My hot little pussy. Watch me finger it. See all of that goo sliding out of me?" Mrs Jenner sucked at her smeared fingers. "That's because I'm playing with my ... cunt ... and thinking what it'll be like later on; when you stick that cock into me and fuck me."

I shuffled forward, edged closer to her so I was standing over her, looming over her body as she so lewdly exhibited herself to my hungry stare.

"Mrs Jenner," I sighed, my fist moving quickly along my length now. "I never imagined ..."

The vibrator buzzed and slid through Mrs Jenner's sticky folds while she gasped and screwed her face up into an agonised mask. She looked to be in so much pain, but I recognised that look; I knew, on an instinctive level that Mrs Jenner was close to her orgasm. Her nipples had tightened to long, thick teats inside the puckered coins of their areola, a blush suffused her cheeks, spreading its rosy glow over her chest and infusing the upper slopes of her breasts with tell-tale pinkness. Her agonised facial expression was just another sign.

"Never?" Mrs Jenner asked through gritted teeth. She looked at me, her mouth set in a rictus of intense pleasure as her eyes narrowed to slits. Knife-edge cords in her neck told me just how strained Mrs Jenner was as she grunted the question at me. "You never imagined? Never thought of me finger-fucking myself while you wank your cock?" Mrs Jenner gasped and her thighs locked together around her wrist. The buzzing of the vibrator was muted by Mrs Jenner's closed legs, but still she spoke to me, her voice strangled as her climax came at her like a train. "You mean ... to say," she gasped, "that you've never imagined coming on my tits ..."

And then she just gave herself up to it. She writhed and grunted and snarled obscenities while she came and came.

"Mrs Jenner," I warned. "I'm ..."

Before I knew what was happening, a great gout of goo squirted from the eye of my cock and, as I cried out at the bliss of that release, splashed over Mrs Jenner's lust-contorted face. The woman yelped as that viscous blob spattered onto the lenses of her spectacles, and then, once she realised I was coming, she heaved herself upright and exhorted me with breasts upheld in her palms to cover her with my spunk.

"All over my tits," she squealed. "Let it rain down on my tits ..."

"Fuck ... Mrs Jenner," I gasped as I fulfilled a dream of mine, for I was indeed spraying Mrs Jenner's big jugs with my semen. The stuff just kept pumping out of me, spattering those shivering orbs with my ejaculate while Mrs Jenner held them in her palms and offered them up to me.

When my climax tapered, and I could think again, I looked down and saw Mrs Jenner, semen sliding over the curved flanks of her breasts, lie back and smear dollops of my outpouring through the folds of her labia and over her taut, pink clitoris.

"Watch me wank with your come," she sighed. "Just stand there with your big cock leaking its gloop while I bring myself off."

And I did, I stood and watched Mrs Jenner finger herself to another noisy climax. When she came she looked at me, stared right into my eyes as, with jaws clenched, she grunted and moaned and sighed.

At her grunted behest I kissed her as she came, our tongues sliding and twirling as she grunted her delight into my open mouth.

We made sure we turned out the lights and locked the door when, with Mrs Jenner's blouse opaque from my semen smeared across her boobs, we left the office and went back to her house.

Of course, on the way I stopped at a convenience store and picked up a dozen condoms. It promised to be a long night. 



After Hours with Vanessa



With it being just past Valentine's Day, it reminds me of what happened around the same time last year.

There is a girl named Vanessa who I work with. She is a kinda cute girl, with long blonde hair, green eyes and a nice slim body. She's known for being very energetic and friendly, always laughing. She moved into the area to live with her then boyfriend, but as soon as they began living together, the relationship went south and she moved out after only a few months.

During this time I got to know her. While we were amiable at work, we never really hung out outside of it. I never even thought of her much nor was attracted to her particularly, just friends. I did texted her a few times about work stuff and such, but really nothing more. But all that eventually changed.

It was Valentine's Day and I was bored. Usually when I am, I text my friends, if only to see how they are battling their own boredom. I texted a few people, telling them happy V-Day and asked what they were up to. One of those people was Vanessa. A few hours after I had texted her, she responded she was doing pretty much nothing for V-day. I asked her why not and inquired if she had a new boyfriend or anything. She answered that she was still single and hadn't even been on a date in a long time to which I responded very much the same. I believe eventually she went out with one of her girlfriends while I figured out something to pass the time by.

The next time I saw Vanessa, everything was pretty much the same. We did talk more and texted each other on occasion but still never went out together besides lunch during work breaks. Eventually Vanessa asked me if I wanted to hang out outside of work sometime. Now I rarely fraternized with people from work, usually keeping work and my social life mostly separate but I said sure, and while we didn't make plans, we both agreed sometime if we got bored we could go out for a drink or dinner or something.

One night, we were both closing the store. It was a weekend so the store closed around 7pm and it took only an hour to clean up and close the registers. Vanessa then asked me as we were walking out the store if I had any plans for the rest of the night. I didn't, and she proceeded to ask if I was hungry. I told her I was, and we decided to go to a a Mexican restaurant a few minutes from the store.

Over dinner it was just mostly small talk, finally straying to the subject of relationships. We both were currently single and she went on how she broke up with her prick of a boyfriend. The conversation continued, and we briefly hit upon the subject of sex. That subject seemed to hit a chord with her, and we exchanged stories about how pathetic our sex lives had become, with her not getting any action in months and me right around the same.

As we left the restaurant and I walked her to her car, it was still relatively early in the evening but I figured I'd just go home and watch TV until I fell asleep. To my surprise, Vanessa asked if I wanted to come over and maybe have a drink or two. I was down with that, and I followed her car to her apartment which was only a quick 10 minute drive.

When we got to her place, she took of the jacket and her cardigan she had on. Underneath was just a thin shirt and the first thing I noticed was her nipples were poking through like darts. I tried not to stare, while Vanessa acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Finally, I think she followed my line of sight and she noticed that her nipples were erect. She played it off, and joked that she had been really horny lately. I admit it was funny, and laughed it off as it cut the tension. She then handed me a small cup of some rum she had. She took a sip of her glass then looked me dead in the eye and asked if I was horny as well.

I was once again caught off guard, and didn't answer, just kind of laughed it off. She then asked again, this time with a nudge and a smile. For some reason I didn't answer the question, instead asked her if she was asking me this question because she wanted to have sex. She laughed slightly and shook her head yes. She then went on a bit about how she had been pent up for a while and had some sexual tension she wanted to release. I totally understood where she was coming from. We then continued talking but were basically teasing each other back and fourth without either of us just taking the initiative. Finally, Vanessa, in the softest voice I've ever heard her speak in, said "Let's fuck".

My loins were aching since it had been so long that I didn't even care that I didn't even desire Vanessa that way. I wanted to get in between someone's legs. I coughed up a yes, and she got up. She then motioned me to join her in her bedroom. I quickly pulled out my wallet to check if I had protection. Sadly I didn't have a single condom in any of the pockets, but Vanessa opened her dresser and tossed me a pack of Trojans. I then broke one off the pack and held it up to light, showcasing it for her.

She then laid back on her bed and began to pull her shirt off. Meanwhile, I pulled off the button up I was wearing and was not standing there in basically my pants around my ankles, boxers still on. She then pulled off the skinny black jeans she was wearing and now she was just in her lingerie. I then joked that I couldn't believe we were gonna do this, and she said that we had to keep it secret from our other coworkers, for obvious reasons. I totally agreed, and I crawled on her bed, approaching her. I then slowly pulled of her panties as she unhooked her bra with a few flicks of her right hand.

She then began to rub her pussy with one hand and her pink perky nipples with her other, while I quickly began to put the condom on. I was kind of hard, but not hard stiff enough to enter her yet. She noticed this, and offered her hand out to me. She then began to rub my rod up and down and after only a minute minute, I was a rock. I then crept closer to her, with the tip of my penis touching the inside of her thigh. She then began to spread her legs, and I could see she was smooth and bare as baby. The wrinkles of her pussy lips opened up, as if curtains, inviting me to enter.

I approached her and slowly slide in. Vanessa inched closer to me until she was up to the hilt, full of me. We then fucked very slowly, all the while I was caressing her body, rubbing my hand up and down her chest and stomach as she clung to the sheets. We never kissed, instead keeping our eyes almost locked the whole time as our bodies intertwined. After a bit of fucking, we switched positions, with her now on top and me beneath her. While I was on top I was doing very slow but long motions in and out of her with my penis, just leaving my head inside her pussy before pulling out all the way, while she was on top, I was filling her up completely and she never moved more than an inch off my waist.

She would move ever so slowly, and finally I could see she was trying to get me deeper into her. I helped her out by putting my hands on her shoulder, and as gently as I could, pushed her down on top of my penis. Slowly I got every bit of me inside of her, until it was firm and I couldn't fill her up any more. When she got the final centimeters of me in her, she let out a ecstatic groan, her lips curling in pleasure.

Vanessa then jiggled on top of me, grinding from north to south and then from east to west. She pushed my dick around like a joystick with her vagina, her pink lips flush with blood so they were firmly wrapped around the base of my member. It looks like a flower petal folded gently on a finger, so sensual and erotic. It was also amazing to look up at Vanessa, her tits swaying and her eyes opening and closing with each gyration of her hips. Her blonde hair was in her face, and ever so often she would run her hands threw them, brushing them to the side, then look down at me and grin.

Like all good things, it had to end. While I did cum once while I was above her, I was cumming yet again below her, and she quickly realized this. As I motioned for her what was happening, she sped up her rhythm, and with every ejaculation into the condom I was wearing, her breast bounced up and down.

After my orgasm had finished, Vanessa stood there, with me still inside me. She leaned down, and whispered a gentle thank you. We actually continued to talk in our post coital conditions, with an air of relaxation in our voice, all the while, still united by our genitals. Finally she got up, and I disposed of the protection we had used. We then had a quick drink before I fully got dressed and left for home.

The next time we both saw each other at work, we exchanged naughty glances but never really talked about it. While it wasn't a one time thing, I don't think either of us really ever expected to hook up with each other that one night.