Work

In the early 1980s, I worked in this factory that made snacks. At that time, all office workers had their own offices (ah, the days before the cabins were discovered). The accounting department, where I worked, was in an extra wing in the back. Because of the delicate nature of our work, the offices had an outside door that was always locked, then each of our offices had their own doors.

My name is Jackie, I’m blonde with a 36DD bust (which many men find attractive). It’s a real story about my first case, I was 39 at the time.

I worked in an office as sales manager when a new manager came to work for the same company. My job was to travel to meet clients in their offices, and sometimes my director also came to meetings.

In time, our relationship got closer and although I was perfectly happy with my marriage (and satisfied with my husband’s love), I began to fantasize about Wyn. One day, we arrived at a customer’s parking area before our scheduled meeting and we spoke occasionally in the car. I reached the back seat for my briefcase - an act that twisted me next to him with my face quite close to his. He took the opportunity to take my face in his hands and kiss me tenderly on my lips. I was surprised but also happy and responded to this first kiss. He’s not surprised that he pushed his tongue into my mouth and I got more excited, I did the same thing to him. One of his hands caresses in front of my blouse and he has no doubt that he can feel my nipples erect.

John, it was beautiful. How’s your day? Do I still have a bad day? I’m kidding.

“I have a wonderful day,” we whisper gently, a sweet breath dye your voice.

“Wait until you see what kind of NIGHT you’re going to have!” I’m still laughing.

“UH oh”, you smile in response.

“Oh, honey!” I’m sighing. “I forgot. I brought some work to read before tomorrow. Why don’t I clean this up from dinner, and I’m gonna start working. You could go relax, read the paper or take a shower. Sorry, it’s just a few hours of reading. I’ll catch up later if you’re patient.” You sigh too, but smile when you detect the malicious glow in my eyes. “Nite isn’t finished yet,” you think.

Have you ever asked what your wife gets up when she’s at work? Is she coming back later than expected, and rushes upstairs to wash and change before even having the chance to exchange a few words? Does she avoid intimacy at the excuse that she had a difficult day in the office? Does she wear inappropriate underwear for work? If all this sounds familiar, you should read.

I’d like to tell you a story about a situation that developed at work a year ago. At the time I worked in the service charged with an electric retail company. There were about ten guys serving all kinds of domestic appliances. We had some girls working on the help desk and customer reception on the stairs, but our floor was rather an environment dominated by men, so you can imagine the pleasure among the guys when our service manager used a very young cleaner. She only worked part-time, but she looked at her breasts swelling while she wrestled with the electric floor polisher every morning became a distraction. At 11:30, she would make tea and coffee and bring it around each of our offices on a plateau. Guys would always be mistaken, tickle her while she had the tray and usually have fun. She was a little embarrassed at first, but it wasn’t long before she came back as well as she had.