The sweet, sickly smell of chocolate from the Meltcon factory was heavy in the air. It was something everyone living and working in the vicinity grew accustomed to. Lucinda Lovebrace stood by the corner window in the sales director’s office, a vantage point with an unrestricted view towards the Trading Estate entrance and the road from Hamsworth. She had some business other than cleaning to attend to, but having been almost caught in the act a couple of months previously, she proceeded with great caution. It had been a long hot summer and they were in the middle of yet another heat wave. Yesterday’s storm had cleared the air but she could not risk being discovered by another insomniac director, arriving early. Her sensuous lips twitched into a half smile as she remembered the events of that dawn encounter.
Barrie Billingsgate woke before four on that June morning. It had been a hot and humid night. Sleep was difficult enough, but with an incredibly hard cock and a wife who was hot, bothered and not interested in sex, it proved impossible. He still had an erection, but he always had one first thing in the morning – nothing new there. He turned over and poked it into the small of Natasha’s back, half-hoping she would awake in a sexual feeding frenzy. He imagined her on top, riding him with a long slow rotating motion, lifting on the top of the arc until only the very tip of his ‘old boy’, was gripped by the muscular walls of her marvellous pussy. Then, she would slide down to derive maximum pleasure from his magnificent cock. After teasing herself in this fashion for some time, she would be unable to contain herself and would start grinding down on him in short savage strokes, her wonderful breasts bobbing and jiggling and her erect nipples contra rotating, (he must remember to buy her some tassels) the strokes getting shorter and shorter until, rubbing her pubis frantically against his, she would scream before collapsing onto him with a loud moan, her juices washing down the thick stem of his cock and drenching his balls.
Now his erection was so hard it was painful to touch. Had one ever snapped off? He had to do something to avert a tragedy of such mammoth proportions. Easing down in the bed, he pushed his ‘old boy’ firmly between the cheeks of Natasha’s buttocks. She responded immediately.
'Get that thing out of my bum!'
'But you like it. You want it really.'
'No, I don’t want it really.' She mimicked the whine in his voice.
'Oh, come on Tash. I’ll be quick.'
Natasha jerked round onto her back, hitting Barrie on the ear with an outstretched arm in the process.
'Ouch, that hurt!'
'So, does having that thing of yours stuck in my back! You’ve been prodding away with it all night. It’s difficult enough to sleep as it is. I’m hot. I’m tired and I don’t want it. Now, you can take a cold shower, go downstairs and sleep on the sofa, or go to work. I don’t care what you do as long as you leave me alone!'
'But Tash, you know I’ll have a headache if I don’t get it.' He reached out to run his hand down over her smooth soft stomach, hoping to find and push the right button.
'Barrie, get your hand off me! You seem to have difficulty taking no for an answer, so let me spell it out. I do not want sex. I do not want you to make love to me. Nor do I want, as you so crudely put it, ‘a good seeing to’, all I 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.