My name is Glenn and I have worked in a major insurance company since leaving school almost 16 years ago. All those years ago life was quite different, I was a young and single bloke, so I took advantage of the more laid back attitudes that seemed to prevail. There has been a fairly large turnover in staff and as I have moved from section to section I can look back on several experiences with colleagues.
When I left school I joined a major insurance company with my first day seeing me arrive wearing my new suit, freshly pressed shirt and silk tie specially brought by my parents. I felt certain that I was going to take the commercial world by storm but it took a matter of minutes for me to wonder just what the hell I was doing. I realised that life in an office would be very, very different from how life had been at school.
In addition to learning my new job, the computer systems and the seemingly endless duties and tasks for which I was responsible for was daunting. As if this were not bad enough there were numerous new faces and names to learn. The vast majority of names I forgot but the common factor linking those I could remember was that they were all females who had left an impression on this eighteen year old. Although I had lost my virginity that summer, which is a story for another time, I had little sexual experience but like any eighteen year old lad I was desperate for more. The problem was most of my former school friends were now at University so the girls I had grown up with in the main had moved away. In essence I was not only starting my working life anew but my social life was inhibited too. For the first few weeks there was a growing sense of isolation and loneliness was unwelcome.
The problem that soon became clear to me was that the female colleagues attracting my attention looked upon me as little more than a boy, which of course I virtually was! I had no idea how intimidating a group of women in the office would be and for weeks I had almost no way of being able to converse with them. On the rare occasion when I was in the company of a lone fanciable woman my face would turn scarlet. It became clear they were amused and were suppressing laughter and giggles watching my discomfort. As if this were not bad enough my thoughts were leaving me with regular hard-ons and when I was at home I took care of this thinking of various lady colleagues.
On a couple of occasions I had been in the staff rest area when a group of women were chatting amongst themselves the subject matter would turn to sex, what they, their husbands and partners had done at the weekend or the night before. This would be torture, as I could not leave due to my arousal at their chat, which would be evident, and in my mind they would crucify me were they to catch sight of the tent in my trousers!
Apart from this problem things went well and after about five months I was starting to fit in and stop being the "new boy". As I got to grips with the job so it became easier to chat with all colleagues, whilst I would imagine the various girls when I wanked, I became more at ease in their presence. Following a re-shuffle of staff it was decided that we would have a team meal. We all sat round chatting at the meal, with drink and the socialising the evening went very well. Towards the end of the evening a group of the girls were going clubbing and they asked me to come along. I was ashamed of myself when my confidence didn't support me and I made an excuse saying I had an early start the following morning so would call it a night but I said maybe next time.
As I walked up the road bracing myself against the cold cutting wind it became clear that weather was worsening. Reaching the bus shelter I cursed at seeing the lack of people waiting, clearly I had taken too long leaving the restaurant, missing a bus. The rain started and in no time at all the little drizzle was replaced by heavy rain that due to the rain was being driven forcibly into the shelter, which was belying its name, providing no cover. I cursed under my breath, as the 20 minute wait would really take a shine of what had been an enjoyable evening.
I became aware of a car slowing down and heard a familiar voice. "Glenn, you got long to wait?" It was my boss, Jenny.
I replied "20 minutes, that's if it's on time."
"Jump in, I'll give you a lift home you silly sod."
I quickly jogged over splashing through the puddles to Jenny's car. Climbing I was really glad to get out of the cold and wet. I thanked Jenny for offering me a lift and then it dawned on me that I hadn't really had much too do with Jenny. Apart from being my manager there was also the age gap with Jenny in her forties placing her more in my mother's generation. I was immediately comfortable but the warmth and now being dry and also the fact that Jenny's car is a nice new Ford Focus. As we pulled away I was aware of the silence becoming a little awkward.
"This is a very nice car Jenny."
"Yes, comes with the job Glenn. Company car was part of the package when I 'swapped' sides and joined the company."
"What, they give you this car for keeping us in line?"
Jenny looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "It makes all the grief I get due to the team worth it. See before I came to the company I was with a rival firm and to be blunt my predecessor could not organise a piss up in a brewery. Well you see I had a reputation for getting situations sorted so a friend of mine introduced me to our Area Manager. My mate told me to have bad things had got and that if they wanted me I could ask my price. Anyway to cut a long story short they were limited on the pay ceiling but offered a company car as part of the deal, I said a new car every year and the deal was sealed!"
