Fucking, Shagging, Boning
Whatever you call it, it's what John wanted to do to Sally. Sally was the girl that everyone wanted, and it seems that everyone had had, bar him. The chat in the staffroom often wandered around to Sally's ass. Richard talked of little else, the way that her trousers squeezed her cheeks together like two spaniels in a sack, how he wanted to lick her crack from her spine to her pubes and back again, make her squirm.
John could never believe that he would actually get the chance, Sally was "top-class totty". The sort of girl who expected gifts, flowers and dinner, not fish and chips and a bit of how's-your-father.
The Christmas office party was two weeks away, and the gift lists were coming out. Every year the boss put all their names in a pot and pulled them out two at a time. Whoever you got, you had to get a present. £5 max. Last year John got paired with Colleen in accounts, the last woman he wanted to be near, let alone have to buy something for. Buck teeth, glasses, freckles and only saved by the fact that her tits were huge compared to the rest of her body.
What do you buy for less than a fiver for the woman who seems to have everything?
The two weeks were almost up, and he was wandering through the shops when he came accross something that may just be perfect. He would love to see her wearing those, wouldn't he? But he would get slapped for sure. Ah well, at least it would give him something to talk about in the office that would link him with Sally.
Walking into the store and up to the counter he decides he should buy her the smallest pair of panties possible, bright red and frilled. Although the limit was £5 he spent £20, and got the bra to go with it, £75. Bollocks to it, he thought. If I'm gonna get slapped at least make it worth it. The clerk wrapped the underwear in a pink box with a huge red bow. Another £10
He wandered from the shop, his mind thining of what the guys would say when they saw her pull these briefest of knick-knacks from the box, the look on her face, and the hand print on his.
The night of the party rolls around and he has dressed in his finest. Jeans and a blue tee. Never was a snappy dresser. His stomach lurches as he walks into the office, everyone is there laughing and joking, and here he is with a big pink box, a huge red bow on top, and his mates know who it is for.
Choruses of "What did you get?" follow him around the room as he hunts for his present-mate, and his eyes fall on her in the corner with her boss, Doreen. Doreen looked like his gran, old, grey haired and bespectacled. He couldn't imagine Sally opening her present with Doreen hanging around, so he tried to catch Sally's eye, without success.
It wasn't until he was stood directly behind her and coughed loudly that Sally even looked at him. Mumbling, he asked if they could go somewhere private for this and she agreed hesitantly, seeming to not want to be seen in the same room as this guy, let alone walking out of the door with him.
As they entered an empty office and shut the door he turned round and looked at her properly for the first time. Her dress clung to her every curve, her breasts perfectly framed within the red silk, her hips causing the fabric to fall down over her thighs in a cascade of flowing material.
The box was held clumsily in front of him, but as her eyes fell on it they flashed, widening momentarily, her pupils dilating. Taking the profered box in trembling hands her voice was shallow as she breathed thanks, muttering that she never expected something as grand as what the box looked like.
