It was his first day at his new job. He'd shaved, had a haircut, ironed a shirt, put a tie on. He was wearing a suit. Nervously he waited in reception tapping his foot, worried about the usual stuff; what would his co-workers be like, could he actually do the thing they'd employed him for (surely, they couldn't have believed all the half truths in the interviews!), would he get on with his boss, what did people do for lunch and most importantly where were the toilets?
The woman behind the reception desk hadn't been very friendly, in fact she hadn't been friendly any of the times he'd been in the building. But he didn't mind, he liked watching people and he watched her now. She sat behind her counter scowling at her screen. Middle aged with a tired face, dark hair in a ponytail, small arched eyebrows behind black framed glasses, red lipstick the colour of blood on her thin lips, cream blouse and a grey jacket with a name badge. Elizabeth it said. Elizabeth didn't look happy and he wondered why that was. Was it the job? Her home life? Had there been a tragedy, something that made her angry at the world? All this speculation passed through his mind as he watched her work, waiting for his new boss to greet him.
It was now 5 minutes past 9 and he was beginning to wonder if he'd arrived on the correct day. One thing he hated was bad time keeping and even 5 minutes could irritate him. Calm, he told himself, closing his eyes, breathing deeply trying to lower his heart rate.
He composed himself, took a couple more deep breaths, filling his lungs, exhaling slowly, feeling his pulse slow, then opened his eyes and saw her. Or at least he saw her feet clad in stylish black patent court shoes, he followed her shapely calves upward to the hem of a dark skirt, it hugged her legs finishing below her knees.
"Will?" her enquiring voice said, making him look up at her properly. "Will, I'm Emily," her voice was serious but there was something playful in her tone, "I'll be looking after your induction today. Please follow me." With that she turned on a pretty heel and started to stride away in the direction of an internal door.
Standing he watched her backside. He knew he shouldn't she was going to be a colleague and he'd learned it was best not to get involved with workmates, but she was stunning. He'd only briefly glimpsed her face, elfin with blue grey eyes accentuated with subtle makeup, apricot coloured lipstick on a mouth made to be kissed, a pretty nose all set off by a bob of golden blonde which had fallen over one eye as she'd looked down on him.
His heart rate had increased again, and he swallowed hard trying not to look at her ass and her totally feminine walk. He was aware that alongside the blood flowing around his heart there was an increased supply to his groin too.
"Oh God" he groaned, "please don't let her see... just how bad would that be?" She turned as they reached the door, looking him up and down slowly. There was a narrowing in her eyes. "Christ, she knows I've been watching her" he thought, waiting for the worst, heart now beating fast, his cock swollen and uncomfortable in his tight underwear.
"This is the main entrance to the offices, you'll need to remember the code" with that she leaned into him, lips close to his ear and whispered slowly, accentuating each number "1...2...9...0...twelve...ninety." Standing upright she looked him in the eye and smiled "Can you remember that Will?"
Her voice was an erotic charge in his ear and her smile lit up her face as though a firework of joy had been set off.
"T..T..T..twelve ninety " he stuttered overcome by desire and embarrassment as he failed miserably to hold on to his composure.
"Excellent" she smiled again, clearly enjoying his discomfort, "Follow me and I'll show you what I need." She left it hanging, as his mind became even more fuddled, erotic images of her skirt around her waist, panties pulled to one side, as he thrust hard into her swollen pussy, bent over a desk, flashing through his head.
"Your paperwork, that is" With that, she turned again and like a lamb to the slaughter he followed, intoxicated once more by the wiggle of her hips.
Will had gone home that first night impressed, flustered and turned on. He was impressed by Emily's professionalism and attention to detail she was obviously a key asset to the business, and she'd put him at ease when introducing him to his new colleagues.
He was flustered because she was so damn HOT, he couldn't work out if she was flirting or taking the piss, especially as she kept it professional, yet occasionally she brushed past him, or leaned over to help him fill out a form and the side of a breast would touch his arm making him squirm in his seat. Which was why he was turned on. The ache had been there all day, semi-hard in his pants, desperate for attention.
He knew it was wrong to lust after a colleague, but he couldn't get the image he'd had that morning out of his head. He imagined kissing those warm lips, caressing her curvy bum, sliding his hands up that tight skirt, feeling the wetness in her panties.
Sitting on his bed, reflecting on his day, reflecting on Emily, his cock had grown, it was too uncomfortable to be ignored. Before he realised what he was doing, it was in his hand, his fist pumping rapidly up and down seeking a relief from the tension he'd been feeling all day. More erotic images of Emily flashed through his mind; straddling him on an office chair, her tits in his face; bent over a desk, his cock buried deep in her pussy; trapped in the lift together his cock filling her mouth and as the first shot of hot sperm erupted from him he imagined fucking her on the reception desk with a shocked Elizabeth looking on.
"Jesus Christ" he thought, heart pounding "I really have to get a grip." As he wiped the dripping sperm from his belly, he resolved tomorrow would be different.
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He'd only briefly met his team the previous day so set about getting to know them properly the next morning. He'd had no trouble remembering the code for the door and now armed with his security pass, thanks to Emily he'd been able to avoid Elizabeth apart from offering a cheerful good morning, to which he'd received a glare in response.
"How the fuck did she appear in a fantasy?" he mused, walking into his office.
Emily was nowhere to be seen, which calmed him as he worked out who was who and who did what in his new marketing team. There were three of them, the writer, the designer and the marketing assistant. All girls. Jo, Sarah and Michelle, all in their mid-twenties. The dark one, the blond one and the ginger one. Pretty kids he thought, my own Spice Girls! But kids nonetheless as far as he was concerned. They seemed fun but were serious about their work, though it was clear they'd lacked some leadership and direction. He was pleased that his thoughts hadn't immediately sprung to who he'd like to fuck, though he was shocked at himself for even considering it... when in she walked.
Today Emily was in a dress, brown with white spots, a buttoned fitted top with a wide collar showing a hint of cleavage and a flared skirt dancing around her knees. Will hoped the small groan he'd let out when he saw her hadn't come out loud. She was stunning with a twinkle in her eye.
"There you are Will" she said smiling at him "If you'll forgive me ladies, I need to drag your boss off to a meeting. Come with me."
There was no argument in her command as she elegantly swivelled out of the door. Will hadn't seen the meeting in his diary which she'd been meticulous in arranging the day before but grabbed pad and diary and hurried to catch up in any case, seeing her legs disappear up a set of stairs at the end of the corridor he hadn't noticed before. He raced up taking them two at a time, and there she was waiting on a landing, leaning against a wall, sunlight shining through a skylight lighting up her hair, looking out from under her fringe, a hint of a grin across her mouth.
"Come here" she breathed; her tone now very different to the one she'd just used in the office "there's something I'd like you to do for me."
He was panting when he reached the top of the stairs, not just from the exertion but from the site of her beautiful form leaning against the wall, glowing from the sunshine lighting her up.