Okay, I know at the end of my last entry I said I was going to pick up where I left off, but I changed my mind. That continuation is probably going to be a long one and, since people keep asking me to post more often, I thought I'd write up a shorter one first. So I'm going to skip the continuation for now and write about one that I promised earlier: Trish.
I also want to thank again everyone who's been enjoying my journal entries and has taken the time to write and say so. I really appreciate all the positive feedback. It really makes the time and effort that goes into my journal worthwhile. Again, I'd especially like to thank the ladies for taking the time to share their perspectives with me. Always interesting to hear how things are from your point of view. Thanks all. AM
Anyway, back to my journal entry about Trish. I worked with Trish and had been slowly trying to get something going with her. I think it was really only a matter of time before something happened between us, but it became almost inevitable after the incident with Angie. In fact, it was less than two weeks after Trish photographed Angie gagging on my cock that she decided to taste me for herself.
Trish was in her early thirties, divorced and had a couple of kids. She was a little on the plump side, but in a very cute way. She had a nicely rounded ass, curvy hips and perky, if not large breasts. Her long, straight hair was a reddish brown. I don't think it was her natural color, but it complimented her rosy cheeks and blue-green eyes quite well.
There was a simply prettiness to Trish's face. She wasn't beautiful or even a woman likely to turn heads. But she had a very girl-next-door quality about her. She looked, well, I guess 'sweet' is the word. She looked sweet.
Trish was the office gopher, meaning she ran errands, delivered mail, filled in on the switchboard and a bunch of other odd jobs. As such, she wasn't expected to meet the office dress code. That was a bit of a disappointment for me, because I would have loved to have seen her in a dress or even slacks and a nice top. But Trish wore jeans and a pullover most of the time. Not that she didn't look good in jeans... jeans can make a nice ass like hers look even better and I enjoyed the way they hugged Trish's thick thighs.
Trish had an outgoing, friendly personality. She talked to everyone in the office and smiled and laughed a lot when she did. It was almost impossible to talk to her and not walk away smiling.
It was because Trish was so easy to talk to that things went slowly with her at first. What I mean is, because she was friendly and outgoing with everyone, it was difficult to tell if she was interested. As I talked to her more, it became obvious she was at least somewhat interested, though she did say she didn't date co-workers. Again, eye contact was the key. It's amazing how looking directly into a woman's eyes when you're talking can heat things up. Even if you're talking about the most boring, work-related stuff.
The other thing was our joking around. Trish had a really good sense of humor and, for my part, I'm always trying to crack people up. So our conversations were light and fun and usually included a little flirting.
Anyway, when Trish and I would see each other around the office, we'd say hi and chat a little. When she brought my mail, she'd linger for a bit and we'd joke and flirt with each other.
It started slowly, so it took a while for me to figure out if I had a shot with her. And even once I got to the point where I was thinking I could hook up with her, it still wasn't all that clear. Because we joked around a lot, I could never be sure how serious her flirting was.
All that changed, of course, the day I enlisted her help against Angie. That afternoon, Trish stood and watched, with camera in hand, as the biggest bitch in the office sucked my cock. As I came, Trish snapped a few pictures of the moment.
It was the only time I've ever had another woman watch me get a blow job, so I don't know if I can generalize. But it seems that once a woman has watched you get your cock sucked, it's not that much of a stretch for her to imagine blowing you herself. Assuming that she was at least mildly interested in you in the first place, of course.
Well, after Trish took the pictures of Angie, she took off and I didn't see her again until the next day. She popped by my desk first thing in the morning, asking if I had checked my email yet. I'm a guy who has his email open all the time, but I had just gotten in and hadn't fired it up yet.
"I'll wait," Trish replied, when I told her I hadn't checked it yet. When I opened my email, I saw it immediately. It was an email from Trish's personal email account and there was a file attached. With Trish looking over my shoulder, I opened the email.
There they were: the pictures Trish had taken of me cumming in Angie's mouth. They weren't the greatest quality, but there was no doubt about what they showed.
"I like that one best," Trish said, pointing over my shoulder and letting out a little laugh.
"Yeah, you got my good side," I replied. Of course, there wasn't much of me in the picture, because most of me was crammed into Angie's mouth. Trish leaned down and whispered in my ear that she had left a disk on Angie's desk with these same pictures on it.
"Do you, uh... You think that was a good idea?" I was pretty nervous about the fallout from Angie taking the matter up with the personnel department.
"What's she going to say?" asked Trish with a shrug. "She's a married woman who was performing oral sex on a guy at work! You think she wants anyone to know that? She still has the whole thing with Frank hanging over her head, too."
When Trish put it that way, it was certainly obvious that Angie had a lot more to lose than I did. But I was still more than a little worried about it. Okay, maybe scared would have been a better word. I don't know what I expected Trish to do with those pictures, but I'm sure I didn't think she'd be so brazen as to put copies on Angie's desk.
"Come on! What are you worried about?" I guess Trish could tell I was a bit uneasy about what she had done. Trish stood up and looked around to make sure no one was within earshot. "All you did was get a blow job!" she said, ducking back down. "And a mighty fine one, judging by the pictures," Trish added with a laugh.
"Well, not that fine," I said, still worried, but not wanting to show it. "If she was as good at sucking as she is at bitching... well, then maybe."
"Oh, really? You looked like you were enjoying it just fine to me!"
