The day from hell at work. - Sex Stories

The day from hell at work.

It was 9pm. I knew that for sure as I'd spent the last 4 hours watching the clock every few minutes and I could have sworn it had stopped on more than one occasion. Time to head home at last, my day from hell was over. Usually I only work until 5pm so this extra 4 hours I'd made myself do to finish off a backlog of paperwork away from screaming c***dren at home was a requirement as much as it felt like a punishment as I sat there alone in the office these last four hours, long after everyone else had departed for their homes. I got my jacket, my bag and made sure I had everything. Car keys? Check. Mobile phone? Check. Looking out the window in the direction of the car park it looked bl**dy miserable, a typical British January night, very slippy underfoot and freezing cold for good measure. I typed in the alarm code and locked the doors behind me, "Should I phone Mick" I wondered to myself but decided against it, he'll be busy getting the c***dren to bed and he knew what time I was leaving at so there's no need, after all, I'll be home in 30 minutes and in his arms. I started walking the 100 yards or so to the municipal car park which we share with another couple of offices, I remembered my car was on the top floor, which is an open floor, but the elevator will get me there faster than my tired limbs. I press the button and luckily the elevator is already there. I step inside and press button number 5 but nothing happens, the doors remain open and it doesn't require me to be ...

... a genius to figure out I'm going to be walking up these stairs after all. I start what seems like a mountaineering-esque climb up the stairs and ... Hold on ... Is that someone's footsteps I hear? I turn around but there's nobody there so I keep walking onwards and upwards if you'll pardon the pun. I get as far as the 4th floor and again I feel like I hear footsteps so again I stop ... Nothing, there's nobody there. "Get a grip of yourself Jo" I say to myself as instead of metaphorically getting that grip I instead clutch on to my handbag a bit tighter while taking my phone out of the bag and placing it in my other hand ready to call Mick after all, I don't want to now though, he'll give me into trouble for not phoning him to accompany me on my walk so I'll phone him when I get in the car. I reach the 5th floor and as I do I hear the elevator doors closing. I look around and sure enough the elevator is slowly beginning to descend once more, that means someone is here I think to myself but where? I can see nobody, I hear nothing, no cars driving away and with it so late there's not many cars here anyway. I start walking , again I feel like I'm being watched at the very least, I'm aware that regardless of the temperature I'm starting to perspire so I start walking faster , why did I park so far away, why? Another sound of footsteps, I turn and there he is, wearing what looks like a man dressed in black, I await not to ask what he is doing and start running but that's not easy ...