The Polycule Molecule - Sex Stories

The Polycule Molecule

... briefly check his own reflection, Byron kissed the top of my head and gave me a brief hug. "Well, do whatever you gotta do, babe. I'm runnin' late; gotta run. Hope you feel better!" I pouted in the mirror, watching as he left as quickly as he'd arrived, thinking I deserved at least alittle more pampering than that, considering I was still feeling under the weather.

Sighing, I did the best I could to freshen up and drove off to the corporate campus that housed the lab I worked at, plus all the accountants and lawyers and whatever else they needed, although they were all in a different building, across a small park from where I was. Looking back, I maybe should have realized that people on the streets seemed a lot more affectionate and provocatively dressed than normal, but at the time it was easy enough to pass off as a combination of warm, pleasant weather and a rebound from pandemic restrictions on being out in public.

The pair of other people in my lab greeted me enthusiastically when I walked in the door. Most of us didn't really spend time together socially, aside from corporate events, where we tended to form a small flock for self-defense against interaction with the non-science types. All that aside, we were pretty friendly with one another, and we'd all gotten sick at more or less the same time, although I was the longest in recovering.

The company didn't require any particular dress code from us, other than wearing proper PPE when handling chemicals or ...

... animals or whatnot. For the most part, we were all pretty casual dressers outside of the actual laboratory side of the lab, where white coats werede rigueur. That being said, I was surprised at just how relaxed Mitch and Gloria seemed to be about their ensembles.

Neither of my coworkers had ever struck me as particularly loose nor prudish, but I was starting to lean toward the former as I reassessed them based on what they were wearing. Gloria had on a thin dress and no bra, judging by her prominent pokies, which seemed very inadequate in the climate-controlled office (by which I mean, always too fucking cold). Mitchell was even more absurdly attired, wearing a tank-top and board shorts, which did not conceal the fact that he was erect.

I blushed as I returned their greetings, feeling unusually warm considering that the thermostat was as Arctic as ever. Call me shallow, but I was mostly attracted to men much taller than my own slightly-less-than-average height, and preferred them with a certain level of athletic fitness, despite my own physique being pretty soft (especially after my convalescence). But for some reason, Mitchell's exceptionally average body was doing it for me all of a sudden.

Gloria, on the other hand, was exactly the kind of girl I sometimes fantasized about. I'd never done more than a little bit of making out with other women, mostly to attract male attention, but I knew I had a type, and she was it. Tall and thin with a graceful neck, Gloria always ...