Friday Afternoon - Sex Stories

Friday Afternoon

... drink and I was glad yet disappointed at the same time. It seemed the building was deserted apart from the two of us she told me upon her return with two cups of coffee and a tin of biscuit borrowed from the Directors PA's office. So off we went again with round two. I had finally finished editing the documents and set it off to print; all two hundred and something full colour copies. I stood behind her as we waited. She sat with a white china mug cupped in her hands and I just had the urge to hold her and caress her body. My hand instinctively went to her shoulders and I ran my fingers gently across the top of them at first. Ann just sat there mug in hand not moving. I must have done that for thirty seconds before I began to squeeze on the shoulder blades gently with my thumb and forefinger. The pink cotton material moved with the motion as felt the ridge of her bra strap under my right hand. "That feels lovely Hayley, just what I needed at the end of long a week," she said, in that girly soft tone. I smiled warmly to myself. I could have stayed like that for the whole weekend but work needed to be finished and the photocopier noise of a jam brought me back to reality. I cursed the machine as I removed my hands and we went to find out what was the matter. Luckily it was just a simple paper jam and Ann soon cleared it. We stood side by side as it started again. I put my arm around her waist and gave her cuddle, well more of a one sided hug. "Thanks for staying Ann, I really ...

... appreciate it." She turned to me and smiled. It was that moment that finally changed everything. I looked, no stared at her smile, that cute warm smile that had grown on me. Her eyes looked back at me. There was no gesture with them this time, all I saw was her brown pupils and my reflection in them. Now my hand almost with a mind of its own cuddled her right side closer to me as I turned my head towards her face. I kissed her left cheek softly, I say kissed it was more of a peck as my lips brushed the skin. My mind went blank as I waited for a reaction, any reaction, whether good or bad. My lips were still very close to her face and they instinctively repeated the soft kiss. The pouting lips touched the skin and lingered longer there. The moment was broken. The machine jammed again. I swore at it. Ann giggled at my use of the very rude word. I watched her as she dealt with the paper jam yet again. My eyes followed every motion of her body as she bent, twisted and wriggled to get the paper clear. I was mesmerised and all I did was stand there and watch. No offer to help or assist I just stood with my hands on my hips. It was all fixed and she pressed the button to restart it before turning towards me. I suddenly felt myself blush as I realised I didn't know what to say or do next. How could I explain why I had just kissed her affectionately whilst running my fingers up her tight pink top. "I have seen you look at me, Hayley." I stood rooted to the spot as she looked at me with ...