Final part of the story? Makes more sense if you've read 1 and 2 obviously. I'm happy to consider suggestions for future episodes :)
Enjoy.
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Doug could tell that Tim wasn't being entirely honest and that annoyed him. He'd considered Tim one of the good guys. It was a pleasure to follow his shift, everything was always as it should be and Doug had worked with plenty who had let the less savoury duties slide for the following shift to pick up. Not Tim. Tim was the kind of guy who would go the extra mile to make sure his co-workers covering the overnight would have as easy a ride as possible. Before Tim had joined it was quite different. Every shift for itself, if it could be left for the next guys leave it. The atmosphere was entirely different, Doug used to dread certain days but not any more. Tim was good guy alright.
There was 15 minute handover period where one supervisor ensured the one following was updated on any issues, changes or difficulties.
"Doug! Doug I need a favour. How'd you like to swap shifts for the rest of the week?"
Doug hated to change mid stream. There was a reason they worked in the blocks they did. It was easier. It had been worked out long ago by people far smarter than they and a fixed pattern of shift rotation was the best way to cover the 5 day 24 hour work their jobs at the plant entailed.
"Shit Tim, what kind of favour is this? How can it be a favour to give you the night shift? You'll be on nights yourself soon enough."
"Well would you look at the teeth on that gift horse? Come on Doug, you wont lose out. I'll stay and do your overnight and you go home and sleep next to your wife and do my shift tomorrow, why aren't you snatching my hand off?"
"It just makes no sense, why don't you want to sleep next to your own wife?"
Tim wasn't prepared to come clean about that just yet and toyed between evading and lying.
"Sam's hours are all over the place at the moment, we barely see each other as it is, if anything this way we'll both be home at least some of the time."
There wasn't a word of truth in any of this. Tim was desperate to continue his illicit liaisons with his sexy neighbour and was prepared to say anything to make it happen. Doug didn't believe a word but couldn't deny a night at home in his own bed was very tempting.
"Ok Tim, we'll play it your way. I don't believe the reasons you gave but I can't see how I can be harmed by this so I'll let it happen. Hope you know what you're doing."
Tim grinned and extended his hand but Doug just looked at it and turned and walked away. Calling after the older man Tim shouted his thanks and punched the air.
Meanwhile Sam was leaving her flat for a run at the usual time and coincidentally, so was Paul. She had gone out and bought new running gear. The leggings were full length and the t shirt was so tight it could have been sprayed on. Both were red and black with side panels to emphasise her flat stomach and slender waist and broad shoulders. It also made the most of her pert curved bottom and that was really the point. Paul thought she looked like someone from a Marvel movie. He loved Marvel movies and grinned at her. She glanced down either end of the hall to make sure nobody else was around and beckoned him over. Paul hovered hesitantly then entered Sam's flat, she practically slammed the door shut behind him and pressed herself against him, kissing him hard.
She was soaking wet and as sexually aroused as she had ever felt. All day she hand been waiting for this moment, going over in her mind what they had done, what she hoped to do next. She held his face in her hands and couldn't help hmmming as she kissed him.
Paul was beside himself. He'd convinced himself she would realise her mistake and choose her marriage over the teen across the hall. His hands ran up and down her sides. He noticed she was sans brassier and cupped her breasts. Her nipples were already hard and erect. He pinched them through the thin material and duelled tongues with her. His erection pressed against her belly, she wriggled against it lasciviously. He broke their kiss to speak.
"Sam, what about...? "
He indicated into the flat with a tilt of the head. Sam broke into a huge grin, her eyes sparkled with mischief.
"He's out all night. ALL night, back in the morning. Hope you didn't have any plans for this evening."
"Well there's this documentary on nazi sharks I've been looking forward to for ages but I guess could give it a miss. IF you have any better ideas that is."
"Better than nazi sharks? Damn you set the bar high. I was just going to get naked and see what came up."
Paul hugged Sam tight and rested his cheek on the top of her head.
"I can't believe I'm going to wake up next to you."
"Not before you've fucked me senseless you're not! " and she poked him in the chest.
A front door closing in the hall outside had them jostling for the spy hole.
"It's mum, she's off to work too. And guess when she'll be back?!
I guess there's a chance we might make a mess. Should we maybe do it in my bed?"
"How can one so young and sexy be so wise?"
Sam was suitably impressed with Paul's room. For a start there was a double bed, it was clean and tidy and didn't smell of socks. There was a laptop open on the desk, Paul nonchalantly slammed it shut before Sam could see anything incriminating. She didn't need to see anything, she recognised that behaviour and smiled to herself calling him a bad boy under her breath.
"So how many unsuspecting innocents have you had your wicked way with in here? "
"None"
Sam was taken aback, she imagined Paul was beating them of with a stick.
