Brief Encounter - Sex Stories

Brief Encounter

The door slammed behind Linda as she stormed out of the conference room. Furious with herself for not being prepared for the weekly team brief, she cursed under her breath and mocked the negative comments she had been smacked with by her boss.

She knew that the fault of her unpreparedness lay with herself, after chancing a quick lunchtime dart to the shops that allowed her to run late.

Linda had arranged to meet an old flame that evening and had popped down the mall to get herself a new outfit for dinner; after all, she was keen to impress!

As usual, she had faffed about and left herself no time to be ready for the meeting that she was now hastily leaving.

Unable to find a suitable dress, she had finally opted for some nice underwear; after all, you never knew how things might go!

In her rushed return, she had tossed the bag containing the underwear into her office, grabbed her ill-prepared notes, and gone straight to the meeting.

Taking strides as long as her tight skirt allowed, she headed back to her office. The disgust with herself is evident in her facial expression,

Kicking her door open, Linda spun around and flung the door closed again.

Standing facing the door, she closed her eyes and counted to ten, trying to slow her breath and suppress her temper.

Something didn’t feel right; Linda spun round to look around her well-appointed office.

Standing behind her desk, with a horrified expression on his face, stood Victor the janitor. ...

... Linda’s eyes scanned to absorb what she was seeing.

‘What the fuck are you doing?’ Linda demanded, still seething and only now processing what she was witnessing.

Victor was standing, his trousers unbuckled and flew wide open. He was holding his semi-erect cock in his right hand, and the pair of scarlet briefs Linda had just bought in his left.

‘Are you wanking into my underwear, you dirty prick?’ Linda again demanded, her voice raised and firm.

Victor froze, like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car.

Linda felt her anger rise. ‘Victor! I asked you, what the fuck are you doing, wanking into my knickers, you disgusting prick!’ She raged.

Victor tried to answer, however only garbled murmurings came from his mouth.

Looking at Victor and his helpless face, Linda felt her rage turn into one of control and dominance.

‘Get back from my desk!’ Linda barked, gesturing to Victor to move away. Victor started to stuff his cock back into his briefs.

‘No!’ Linda shouted, ‘You want to wank in my knickers, on you fucking go!’ She insisted.

Victor looked flummoxed, not registering the command, confused and clearly terrified.

Linda continued, ‘I told you, Victor, get your dick out and get wanking, right now, or I’m calling security, and you can explain to them what the fuck you were doing.’

Victor spoke, ‘Please, Miss Watson, I’m so sorry.’

Linda hissed, ‘Shut the fuck up, you fucker,’ picking up the phone on her desk. ‘I’m calling security.’

Victor ...