The day from hell at work. - Sex Stories

The day from hell at work.

... when wearing heels and I slip and turn my ankle in the process, my phone too hasn't survived the fall and lies in 3 pieces a cars length away from me. The footsteps aren't there anymore though, I cant hear anything beyond my whimper, I use my arms to try and raise me up and limp to my car and I think I'm managing fine until suddenly I feel that I'm not alone. He's right behind me now, I'm basically standing holding onto a concrete pillar for support and this creep has taken his chance, not to show any chivalry but instead to take an opportunity that he maybe never thought he'd get when I looked like I was going to reach my transport safely. I go to ask him what he wants but before a word leaves my mouth he has pushed me hard against the pillar and is rolling my skirt up to my hips, I'm wearing a very conservative skirt and suit jacket but as ever at Mick's request I'd also went for wearing hold ups as opposed to nylons and this appears to suit this thug who looks to be trying to invade me. I think about screaming but before I can even issue the threat he has covered my mouth with his hand and has pushed my underwear to the side and is running his fingers along my always moist mound. Almost as soon as he touches me he stops, he kisses my neck and nibbles my ear, God I love it when Mick does that to me I think for a split second for some weird reason and then I hear his footsteps again and he's gone, almost as quickly as his actions ...

... occurred he has departed and I breathe a heavy sigh of relief. I get into the car and start the engine but instead of driving away immediately as I thought I would in these circumstances I instead wonder if what happened actually did just happen? It seems too surreal, too fast, too ridiculous but it did happen. After a few minutes I start my journey home with my ankle throbbing as much as the deviant's cock seemed to be, I fumble about in my bag to phone Mick and "Shit, my phone", Now all I'm worrying about is someone getting hold of my phone and seeing any of the pictures and videos I like watching of Mick and I in action. I pull into the driveway, it's after 10pm now so I know the c***dren will be asl**p but what will I tell Mick? I walk in to the house to be greeted by him asking how the day of hell I'd predicted turned out after all.. I don't respond right away. Instead my eyes are drawn towards a black jacket that's hanging up over the door and I ask Mick, "Who's jacket is that" to which he replies "My b*****r came down to see the k**s tonight, I nipped out and got some petrol for my car", I ask "What time was this at Mick" to which he nonchalantly responds "At the same time as you finished tonight sweetheart" and then follows it up by saying "and I'll get your phone sorted tomorrow for you" as he reveals he's holding the 3 parts of my broken phone in his hand. I don't know whether to laugh or cry, maybe I'll divorce him instead.