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This is a work of fantasy. The people are based on real people, but the events are pure fantasy and wish-fulfilment.
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It was about 4:45 on Friday. I was sat at my desk, getting ready to run the system tests that I had planned for 5PM. I was (and still am) a programmer for a large engineering firm, and we had some new software to roll out to the branches. It needed some out of hours testing first though.
Glancing across the office, I saw Saffron (or Saff, as most of us called her), the boss's assistant, stand up and leave her office. I turned my eyes back to the program I was working on, but before my hands were on the keyboard again I heard the door to our office open. It was Saff, but unusually she didn't have any post in her hands; normally when she came into our office it was in her role as department post-mistress.
She came over to my desk as I looked up. Even after working with her for these last few months, I still thought she was one of the most gorgeous women I'd ever seen. Slim, with firm looking breasts, long blond hair and legs up to her armpits. We'd flirted a lot, and even had some very frank discussions about sex and sexuality, but her partner wasn't into any sort of multi-way scene anymore, and no opportunity had ever arisen for us to take things further.
"Hi Saff, no post today?" I asked.
She smiled. "Not today Chris, but I need a favour please."
"Name it. Nothing's too much trouble for our Saff."
Vomiting noises came from the rest of the programmers, and one of them made troweling motions. "Ah shurrup you lot." I retorted.
"Bill's been on the phone – the car's broken down and he won't be able to pick me up. Any chance of a lift? I know it's a little out of your way, but you go the nearest..."
"It's no problem, but I'm not going to be out of here till 6. Do you want to hang around that long, or do you want to catch the bus?" I pointed out.
"The bus doesn't leave until about 7 anyway, so 6 is still going to get me home sooner."
"No problem then," I replied. "Let me finish off and I'll give you a shout when I'm ready."
"Thanks!" She smiled again, turned and walked back to her own office.
I returned to my programming, pleased to get the chance to spend some time with her when we'd be able to talk frankly again, and trying to hide a smile. This company was really bad for gossip, and if anyone had seen me smiling at the thought of giving Saff a lift home, the tongues would have been wagging well!
To make sure I wasn't going to have a problem at home, I quickly emailed my wife at work to let her know what was going on. I got back a short reply: "Carpe Diem! xx" This was her way of telling me that if anything happened, I was free to take advantage of it. I should at this point mention that my wife and I have a very open relationship. We each have a list of people who we're allowed to have sexual relations with, and Saffron was on both our lists! (Yes, my wife and I, and Saffron, are bisexual, but that's not relevant to this tale.)
5PM came, and the offices started to empty. I scheduled the programs that I needed to run, and made sure the data sets were ready. By 5:15 the last of the users had logged off, the last of my colleagues had gone, and I was good to go.
Suddenly I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. It was Saff waving her tea mug at me with a quizzical look on her face. I gave her a thumbs-up, and she walked off to make us a cuppa. I set up the monitors to watch what the programs were doing, and then sat back to wait for it all to fall apart. (Pessimist? Me?)
Saff brought the tea through, and put mine on my desk. I noticed that she'd changed out of her skirt and blouse, and was now wearing loose jogging bottoms and a loose top. It didn't bother me; she was gorgeous in whatever she was wearing.
"Thank you kindly me'dear," I responded, and she smiled again. She was big on smiling, and sometimes her dirty side showed through. This was one of those times. She sat down at the desk opposite and brushed some fluff off her jogging bottoms. I'd often wondered about the contents of her clothes. Little did I know I was going to find out!
"It's getting dark out there," she said, by way of making conversation.
"It certainly is, but then it's autumn, so what should we expect."
"Although it's unseasonally warm too," was the response.
"Indeed," I replied, my attention distracted by a peak on one of the monitors. The data flow settled down again quickly and returned to normal though.
"You normally go home via the back road, don't you?" she asked, her head tilted slightly to one side.
"Yup, but it'll be quicker to get you home if we take the main road."
"I hear the views from the back road are quite spectacular at night, and there's all those dark lay-bys, farm tracks and woodlands."
My self control kicked in and prevented my jaw from hitting the desk. The look in her eye said quite clearly what she had in mind. I couldn't believe it. I thought frantically for a moment and stammered "well, yes, there are a few of those."
"And I'm sure the view could be quite ... breathtaking," she continued. She was *obviously* looking for a chance for us to get what we had both wanted since the first time we had a conversation about sex and sexuality.
"Well, yes, I'm sure it could be," I lamely replied, trying desperately to work out what short cuts I could take to get the data run finished sooner. The twinkle in her eye was bypassing my brain, reaching into my trousers, grabbing hold of my cock and giving it a squeeze.
I couldn't think straight, and couldn't believe my luck. I really didn't want to risk assuming too much, but the signals I was getting were *so* blatant that even my pessimistic nature couldn't mistake them for anything other than genuine. I could feel my balls tightening, and my cock starting to rise to the occasion.