As they descended the stairs towards the basement of the Council offices, Claris Garron, at forty-one, was just a little apprehensive. Not because of the tall nineteen-year-old following behind her, who might promise so much. Over the past three years, she had seduced three young men, all high school or university friends of her son, Mark.
But those three had all been in her own house, when Mark had been away with his girlfriend. However, this opportunity was in her workplace, where she had charge of the rows of computers, all manned by ladies A weird offshoot of her responsibility was to have charge of the key for the muniment room. where old records and deeds were stored.
It was a steaming hot day, and the air conditioning had packed in. All the windows were open, and everyone in her department was down to thin blouses. As soon as Mr Ryan, the manager, had requested her to show the new temporary clerk, Mr Freeman, where the muniment room was. Claris, having already noticed the new, handsome well-built young man in the accounts department, had switched into MILF mould.
Because the muniment room could be a dusty place she had an overall to wear if she had to go there. Since it was a hot day, the cotton overall would be so cooling and more importantly, because she was taking this young man down there, she wore nothing underneath. She had little doubt this would be a quickie.
Meeting the lad face to face he seemed to tower over her five foot three inches. Claris felt herself moisten as his brown eyes strolled, shyly she thought, over her diminutive figure before looking quickly away. She wondered whether her nipples were pressing against the overall fabric. Keeping her voice friendly she asked him his name.
"Call me Greg, Mrs Garron." God, he was a handsome one, and although he looked as though he might be nervous and shy, Claris was hoping, he might provide her with some vigour. Two of the others had been weak and although joyously vigorous, had fired so quickly. Given the location, she would need some speed today but if this Greg could be persuaded to provide her with at least three full-length thrusts as well-hung Tom Brydon had managed, then that would be a success.
He was wearing a green light-weight jacket and dark pants, and Claris advised him to hang his jacket on a nearby stand, "It gets dustier down there," Cheeky pause then, "and dirtier."
"Is that why you wear an overall?"
Having made one little innuendo, Claris could not resist giving him a sensuous grin as she corrected him, "Cover-all." Smoothing her hands over the hidden mounds and on down to a trim waist and hips. She hoped that Greg might take that as a 'come-on'.
Traversing the second-floor corridor her thoughts drifted, almost triumphantly, but very briefly, to Peter the Prickless, her ex-husband, who, three years earlier, had taken off with his buxom secretary, Rita. He must have conned her into believing he was the world's greatest lover. He wasn't.
Even when a little clumsy and too fast, these young men could give her more satisfaction than he'd ever managed. Huh, busty Rita. Were her own 34B's not good enough for him? They were still proud, and the nipples were as sensitive as ever. Another year and bloody Rita would be tripping over hers.
Reluctantly, she half admitted to herself, that she was eager to prove she had not lost the allure of earlier years. And she wondered how she should go about tempting Greg into some action. At home, there had been time to make it a gradual seduction. But down in these grubby depths? She was uncertain.
Passing through the first floor she asked Greg why he wasn't at university, and a pair of honest brown eyes looked into her face. For the first time, she felt, as he told her he was waiting for his entry into the Naval Officer Training School.
"Ooh, all the nice girls love a sailor," she said, putting a laugh in her voice so as not to make him uncomfortable.
"I'll be too busy for that for a while, Mrs Garron," he told her.
Claris wondered if she could tell him that it was time for him to store up some sexy memories, but they were on the ground floor and approaching a heavier style door, at the remote rear of the building.
