Perks of the Job - Sex Stories

Perks of the Job

Softcore musings from an eagle eyed voyeur... It is generally agreed that most jobs of work have some sort of perk or bonus. Let me tell you about mine. In my case it ease of the actual job and the opportunities it gives to do a lot of good old fashioned ogling and perving on lots of women throughout the day. The pay is crap but I'm into my '50's and have got myself pretty well set up anyway. The job just gets me out and about. I work with dis****d people. Don't worry, I'm not that sort of sicko! I just get them out and about to do stuff they have trouble doing on their own and they aren't the object of my “perks”. I bet that, like a lot of people, my clients become almost invisible to you. They are generally someone who you pass and avoid eye contact with as they go about their day. That applies to the people like me who are with them. So how does this benefit me? Well, I'm out in the shops, parks, streets and events and I get a sort of invisibility shield around me. People don't pay me a second thought unless it's usually one of good natured feelings. I'm seen as a do-good sort of guy – but one to be left alone. I take my work seriously and my clients don't get ignored by me at all. They just give me an excuse to be in the place I am at the time I am. Which is where? Well now let me tell you about today. I start, like you, with a drive to the office to pick up a work car. However, the office is almost exclusively staffed by women. It is still a field of work that is ...

... dominated by them – a good start. Because I'm familiar, and they are in the majority, they are less reserved than is often the case. They are less self concious about how they move, sit and talk. Just my few minutes in the office usually affords me one good glimpse of a shapely figure bent over a copier or a long look down the blouse of a full chested worker as she stoops to a cabinet. This morning started particularly well with the front desk girl. She has a honey coloured tan and wears short skirts almost every day. As I stopped at her desk to sign out the car she carried on with her work on the phone. Barely noticing me she pushed her wheeled office chair backwards to grab at some file behind her. Her legs parted and I got a long glimpse of smooth tanned thighs meeting at a shiny pair of pink knickers that were hugging her most intimate place. Lovely. I took a quick mental picture and was off to the door before she turned back. I figure if I'm subtle I will avoid getting a reputation as a lecher. Take the small victories! I should also point out that some of the staff are so casual that I wonder if they don't enjoy a little show now and then themselves. It's dull in an office, thuoghts turn to sex and, even if not entirely purposeful, I'm sure that a little bit of daring perks up their day too. I head out to my client and pick her up. She volunteers in a nearby hospital so I drive there and soon we do our visit. It doesn't last long but we are welcomed by staff. You know, those ...