When Greg arrived back at work after being gone for three years he didn't know what to expect. When he'd left the company he'd been full of high hopes, he was going into the insurance business, he was going into a new career. Now here he was, coming back to the lab, certainly not with his tail between his legs, but definitely not a success.
He knew the product better than the man he worked with, and always told the customer the truth, never fudged to make a sale, but he was no salesman. So here he was back at the old job, and rather relieved to be without the pressure.
As he walked down the hall to the chief chemist's office he met Gary who he'd worked with before, and while they stood talking someone jumped on him and threw her arms around his neck.
It was Liz. "You're back! I'm so glad!" She said. "We'll have to talk later."
That was a pleasant surprise. When he'd left Liz had been in disgrace. She was pregnant and unmarried, and the talk of the lab. He'd always had a feeling for her, and while they'd been good friends, had never gone out together because he was married. Now he was divorced and hungry for sex, having been without for a while and he wondered what her situation was.
In fact as she walked away he didn't hear what Gary was saying, because he was watching her, and thinking what a nice body she had, but he just stood there nodding and agreeing with him. Then as he walked on down the hall he wondered what he might have agreed to.
The interview with the head chemist didn't take long, but he found that he'd been assigned to another part of the lab and wouldn't be close to Liz as he'd hoped.
He settled in quickly, and that Friday was invited to a party at the apartment of one of the guys, Jack. It seemed everyone had been invited, including Liz, who was apparently still single, and had been out with several of the men who worked for the company. As the men sat around in the office during a break, discussing the attributes of the various women who worked there, her name came up.
Jack said he had been out with her a couple of times. Had he screwed her? He was asked. A gentleman doesn't discuss such things, and he smiled knowingly. George, an older technician agreed with him. But he was pressed to tell more, and finally said:
"She has the softest thigh, right here." And rubbed the inside of his thigh.
Greg had talked to Liz a couple of times, and when he met her in the hall later she said yes, she was going to Jack's party, she'd see him there. Here was his chance, and as she walked away from him he thought she had the most well shaped ass he'd ever seen.
Liz wasn't beautiful, but she had a nice slender figure, and in a skirt, beautiful legs, so it didn't matter that her breasts were on the small side. She had long auburn hair, but said her nose was too long. Liz wore glasses, and her eyes were grey and lovely when she took them off. The trouble was that without them she couldn't see across the room.
Greg gathered that since she'd come back after having the baby, which she'd given up to adoption, her reputation had been bad. Several men in the company could claim to have slept with her, but she didn't seem to care. When she'd come back to work, after having the baby, which was reputedly by a black man, the gossip had really got going. So she told her friend Bobby, that since everyone thought she was a slut she might as well live it up, be a slut, and enjoy it.
When he arrived at Jack's apartment things were just getting started, and it gave him a chance to renew some old friendships. He was talking to Gary again when Liz arrived. He thought how sexy she looked, and as she circulated and he watched her talking, especially to other men, he knew he had to have her.
The party progressed and he watched her dancing, her skirt flaring out just enough to show those beautiful legs. He was sitting talking with another technician when Liz dropped into a chair opposite him. She'd obviously had plenty to drink, and as she sat carelessly he was treated to another glimpse of those legs, and the underwear she was wearing.
"Having a good time?" She asked him.
"Great, thanks to you."
"To me, what have I done?" She was puzzled.
"I've loved watching you dancing, and now you sit there showing off your legs. It could make a man very excited." He told her.
She laughed and pushed her skirt down.
They sat talking and he told her about this marriage and his life as a failed insurance agent. He told her how he'd disappointed his wife, and that she'd left him for another insurance agent, a man who had joined them in a couple sexual escapades, until she'd decided the other man was better at it than him.
"You poor baby, you really screwed that up, didn't you?" Liz laughed.
"Yes I did. And it was all my idea too. Now I've been without any for weeks." Greg said hopefully.
"Surely there's someone who'll accommodate you." She said as they looked into each others eyes for a few moments.
Liz broke the ice. "I've got to take a pee. Back in a minute."
"Hurry back." Greg said.
As Liz sat on the toilet she realized she was pretty drunk. She'd like to go home with Greg or should she take him to her apartment? The door of the bathroom opened. It was Jack.
"Hey, get out! Can't you see I'm peeing?" Liz giggled.
"I wondered where you'd gone. I've been looking for you. I was afraid you'd gone home with someone else." And he closed the door behind him.
"You mean as I usually do." Liz said as she wiped and pulled her panties up.
She tried to go out past him, Jack grabbed her and kissed her. She responded, then pulled back.
"Let me out, someone's waiting for me."
"I've been waiting for you, and now I've got you."
"Once with you was enough, Jack. Let me out."
"It was twice Liz, and very good too. I want you again."
"Okay, twice. Now someone else is waiting for me." And she tried to push him away.
But Jack was persistent, and held her and kissed her again, while he undid her blouse with his free hand. Liz was starting to enjoy his kisses, and when she felt his hand on her breast she felt the warmth rising through her body, but she thought of Greg sitting waiting for her.
"Please Jack, let me go. Maybe we could meet some other time, but now let me go."
He was rolling her nipple between his fingers now, though, and her knees were getting weak. She gave a moan, a sigh.
"You are a bastard, Jack. I'll scream if you don't stop that."
"You'll scream all right, my love. You'll scream with pleasure."
More kissing and now his hand was groping under her skirt. He found the soft part of her thigh above just above her thigh high stockings.
"You have the softest thighs, Liz." He told her.
"Jack, please, no, no, no. I have to go." But she made no move to go as they kissed again, mouths locked together, tongues entwined in a deep French kiss.
His hand had found its way past her panties, and found the wet crevasse between her legs. He started to finger her clitoris and she knew she was lost. She'd forgotten about Greg, and all she wanted was to fuck this man whose finger was in her vagina.
