Another day at the office - Sex Stories

Another day at the office

... wearing a bra, as he clearly made out the contours of her generous breasts through the sheer material of her top. The buttons on her shirt often seemed more for decor than actually performing any function and he was regularly treated with an eye full. He couldn't pretend that he was indifferent to her charms, although it was his best friend's wife. They were really 'best friends' because they had known each other since they were toddlers and not because there was any kind of symbiosis; theirs was a bond born of habit. He knew this and would debate the matter with himself but however he presented things it was wrong; she was his wife. *** When the end of the day came around, and the last of the staff had filed away, they were left just the two of them. "Claire, why don't you head on home; Mark will start accusing me of being a slave driver!" he laughed. "Look, leave the reports with me and I'll run over them." Claire had been sitting there waiting for Craig to finish but when his words had eventually shattered the silence she was a little taken aback. In her daydream, she had been on her knees, under Craig's desk, pleasuring him as the rest of the office kept on buzzing around them. As such, she had been left looking towards him vacantly and had actually been on the point of having to get up and slip to the bathroom to relieve her tension (which had already started making a mess of her new pencil skirt). "Claire, are you okay?" he enquired. She shuffled in her seat and ...

... cleared her throat. "Fine, yeah fine thanks. Just got a little lost in thought; still can't get my head around that reporting." He laughed. "Come on over here then and we'll have a look at it together." Her bathroom visit would have to wait. She shimmied out of her seat and went across to join him at his desk. As she approached his desk, Craig's nostrils flared imperceptibly and were filled with a slightly musky odour that he couldn't quite put his finger on. His body seemed to have interpreted the subtle, subliminal, base communication though and he was surprised to notice his cock starting to strain against its strict confines and his mind started to whirr. As she got to his desk, Claire noticed that he was suddenly elsewhere and it was her turn to stir him from his reverie. "Uh, Craig," she started quizzically, "would you rather do this some other time? It's really no problem and we've both had a long day." "What? No, don't be daft, I'm not tired, just...yeah look, lets have a look at these graphics shall we," he said trying to redirect his attentions back to the task in hand. She pulled a chair over and sat down next to him, causing her skirt to ride up her naked thighs. Nothing was actually on view, although it left very little to the imagination and his was quite lively. As she looked up, she couldn't help but notice Craig's eyes shift awkwardly away from her lap and she became aware of the moisture between her legs. Craig just stared straight at his monitor and tried to ...