The Office Flirt - Sex Stories

The Office Flirt

... texted back before saving her number.

"Don't text back, Dean is here, he phoned in sick so he's in bed. I only sent these so you'd have my number too. Speak to you tomorrow," she replied.

I got one last picture sent a little while later. Hannah had gone up to their bedroom and was lying across their bed with both legs raised, her skirt bundled around her waist. It was side-on so I couldn't even tell if she had knickers on, but what I could see was a mound in the duvet behind her where Dean lay asleep, illuminated by the light from her phone.

I walked into the dining room to see a very broad smile on Hannah's face as she waited for my arrival the following day. She took a step towards me and put a hand lightly against my chest.

"You were right, it was a thrill. Taking one on the bed with Dean oblivious behind me was such a buzz," she giggled, "Did you like them?

I nodded and told her they were good for starters, and she was brave in taking a risk with Dean there.

"He was fast asleep, but although I can't tell him he'd be thrilled," she gushed.

"Thrilled how? I don't understand?" I asked.

"Not with sending the pictures to you, but trying something new. We're always looking to try new things, we have a good sex life despite us not sleeping with others," she answered.

We paused while I poured the water into our mugs, and then I looked into her eyes.

"Do you ever wear make-up at all?" I asked.

"Not really, I have done if we've gone out before but ...

... usually I don't bother. Why, do you think it will help?" she told me.

"It's not that, you're naturally pretty, beautiful in fact. You have great eyes, but a little black eyeliner and maybe a little eyeshadow would highlight them more perhaps? Also, because your skin is quite fair, a bright red lipstick would emphasise them too," I answered.

"You want me to try that in the next photos?" she asked.

"You can do whatever you like, I'm not leading you. Every photo will be of your choosing," I replied.

She smiled and told me she'd take my comments on board, and that would have to be enough flirting for one day. She turned and walked out of the door, smiling over her shoulder as she left. At 7.05 that evening, my phone went off.

"Don't message me. Dean has gone to work but I want a bit of pretence, I'm running a scenario in my head. Will explain tomorrow. Enjoy."

A picture followed it, I nodded my approval. She had sent a closeup of her face, with black eyeliner and cherry red lipstick she looked even more beautiful than I'd imagined. She'd taken the picture in a full-length mirror which seemed to be pointing towards her sofa. Another picture came through, in this one she'd stood up and took the picture over her shoulder. She wore a navy blue dress, which she'd pulled up from the bottom with her spare hand, almost to the top of her thighs. The next one showed her underwear, black lace boxer shorts that her buttocks were trying to spill out of. I felt the blood rush ...