Working 9 to 5 - Sex Stories

Working 9 to 5

... what Vincent was expecting. “Now Nikki, you make yourself comfortable and I’ll get you a coffee. How do you take it?” “Black, like my men. Oh, erm, black one sugar please.” Nick giggled nervously. Why did he always say something daft when he was nervous? Whilst Vincent was out of the office, Nick started to read through the paperwork left for him. All pretty tedious stuff about pensions, health and safety, etc. Nick could feel his eyes glazing over as Vincent retuned with a drink in either hand. “Here you go Nikki.” Vincent sat himself down on the edge of Nick’s desk and put the coffee down. “I think we’re going to get on like we’ve known each other for ages, don’t you Nikki?” “I hope so Vincent, I really do.” “Please Nikki, call me Vinny.” As Vinny stood up his jacket caught Nick’s coffee and it went all over Nick’s freshly ironed shirt and clean trousers. Nick jumped up as the scolding hot drink started to soak through his trousers. Without thinking Nick undid his belt and yanked his trousers down. “Oh Nikki, I’m so sorry. Here let me ..” Nick realised that Vincent was now staring at him standing there with his trousers around his ankles showing his smooth legs covered in sheer black nylon and pink knickers where he should be wearing boxer shorts. Nick grabbed his trousers up, but it was too late. “Vinny, it’s not what it looks like.” “It’s okay Nikki. If you like to wear women’s tights and knickers, that’s fine with me. Have to say, you’ve got a great pair of legs. Even ...

... better than Anna’s. Here, you can’t put those trousers on, they’re soaked through. I’ll take them and put them on the radiator.” With that Vincent reached across and took the trousers away from Nick. He’d been at work less than thirty minutes and here he was sitting in a pair of tights and knickers. Not quite how he thought his first day would pan out. Nick tried his hardest to read through the pile of documents but his mind kept wondering. Every time he crossed his legs he heard the rustle of nylon against nylon. Every time he looked up at Vincent’s desk, Vincent was looking over thoughtfully. “It’s lunchtime Nikki. Would you like to go for a drink on your first day?” “That’d be nice Vinny. Could you pass me my trousers back. They should be dry now.” Vincent picked the trousers off the radiator. “Bad news Nikki. They’re still wet. You can’t wear these yet.” “Okay. I’ll have lunch later.” “Don’t be daft. You must be starving now.” “But I can’t go out dressed like this can I?” “Hang on. Check in the desk. Anna sometimes went out straight from work and left clothes in her drawers. You’re about her size, so she might have something that you could wear.” Nick went through the drawers until he found a couple of carrier bags of clothes. Nick emptied the contents on to the desk. A make-up bag dropped out first, then a little black skirt, barely bigger than a belt and a pink top with “Whore” emblazoned across the front. The last bag contained a pair of six inch black fuck-me shoes. ...