The Office Flirt - Sex Stories

The Office Flirt

... just tea buddies we need to get to know each other," she announced.

I smiled and said okay, whatever the lady wanted.

"I'm Hannah, I'm twenty years old, and I've been married for almost two years. Long story about that," she said.

"Hi Hannah, pretty name for a pretty lady," I told her, "I'm Dave, I'm thirty-nine, and I'm also married. I have two twin teenagers, both living away at University."

"I don't have children, not yet anyway. Dean and I want kids eventually, but not just yet," she answered, "how long have you been married?"

"Twenty years soon. How about you, you're a little young to have been married for nearly two years already aren't you?" I asked.

She laughed and repeated about it being a long story, but she saw the quizzical look in my eyes.

"We've known each other since we were toddlers, Dean's parents moved in next door to mine. We went to school together, the same classes mainly, all the way through until we'd left. We started dating at eighteen, but both of our parents are quite religious so wanted us not to have sex before marriage. We agreed reluctantly, but only if we could get married young then. They arranged it all, and we got married on my nineteenth birthday," she gushed.

"You didn't cheat and have sex without them knowing before getting wed?" I asked.

"No, we were both virgins so it made sense, even though we knew we both wanted to. If anything good has come of it making us wait has probably helped our sex lives," she ...

... giggled.

She paused while she put the water into our mugs, took a quick sip then looked up at me.

"What about you, have you been faithful to your wife?" she blurted out, before putting her hand over her mouth when she realised what she'd said. I laughed before answering.

"Yes, I've never cheated on her. Well, not cheating exactly, but..." I cut myself off.

"But what?" she exclaimed.

"It's a long story, it will save for another time," I told her.

I walked towards the door leaving her protesting about me leaving it there. The following day she burst into the dining room.

"Come on you, spill, and I don't mean the tea. You can't leave a conversation like that, I was on tenterhooks all last night trying to work out what you meant, have you slept with someone else or not?" she asked.

"I think I can trust you enough to tell you if you can keep a secret?" I told her. She nodded vigorously.

"I didn't sleep with her, but a young girl that worked here a while ago kept sending me photos, pictures of herself," I answered.

"Photos of what?" she asked, a bewildered look on her face.

"Well, she wanted to tempt me to sleep with her. I'll let your imagination work out what the pictures were," I said.

I could see the cogs whirring in her innocent pretty head before she gasped. She pointed towards her tits and crotch area.

"You mean...?" she gasped.

"Yes, exactly that, and probably a lot more than you're thinking too."

"Did you ever send her any?"

"No, ...