My name is Sarah. I'm a graduate and I've been lucky enough to have been accepted on the management fast track course at one of the large chain stores. This is my chosen career for a number of reasons and many of them will become apparent as my story continues.
Allow me to tell you a little about myself, and particularly the relevant bits for which I'm sure you'll all waiting. I'm a little over 5 feet tall with a rounded figure, not fat exactly but not one of those size zero nymphs you see in the paper.
And there's the first reference you've been angling for: Nymph. It has to be said I have a rather over-developed sex drive. From an early age I discovered the pleasures of auto-erotic massage or masturbation if you like. From there it went to vamping several of the boys at school and also, er, um, some girls as well.
There, I've said it. I don't think I have a distinct sexual preference. In fact my orientation allows me double the chance of scoring on a night out. And I love it.
It can be an issue sometimes. If there's no immediate chance of getting my rocks off, as they say, I have been known to have to crash out of meetings or whatever I'm doing to pay a visit to the ladies room for a little light refreshment.
And that's how it started with Janice, my best friend.
We met on a people management course. As interesting as the course was it couldn't compete with the sight of Jan's long slim legs protruding from a short pencil skirt crossing and uncrossing. By the middle of the second day, even wearing a trouser suit she had me enthralled and panting.
I have to say that I'm usually pretty good at reading people; the positive signs that tell me something's going to happen. But not Janice. She gave nothing away.
It reached the point where I just had to go and sort myself out. I made my excuses and left the course and headed for the toilets. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. What a desperate woman I was. I did a quick scan of the cubicles to ensure no-one was at home and just as I turned to lock the main door Janice barged in, nearly knocking me off my feet.
"Oh, sorry. Sarah, isn't it?" She apologised. Her eyes dipping to check my name badge clipped to my blouse. At the same time she raised a hand to lift it as if making sure it was spelt right. Her palm grazed my breast.
"Are you alright?" Her other hand slipped around my upper arm and her hazel eyes pierced deep to my soul. My heart raced and goose bumps prickled up my arms.
"Fine." I breathed.
Her hand slipped away from the badge lightly touching all the way down to my waist.
"Oh, god." I think I said then suddenly we were kissing.
Our mouths opened and our tongues met. We crashed back against the door our bodies pressed together, grinding and writhing.
One of us had the presence of mind to lock the door amidst our hands sliding and touching each other's bodies. Her hands were on my full breasts, squeezing and pulling at my nipples. Mine moulded around her petite mounds and I thumbed her surprisingly large nubs while she squealed into my mouth.
Her hand slipped between my legs first, her fingers pressing into my slit. She gasped in a 'god you're already soaking wet' sort of way and I felt her fingers expertly unzip my trousers. It was seconds later her digits were slipping around in my open slit as I moaned loudly against her cheek.
With rather less finesse I managed to work my hand inside her trousers and we stood there up against the toilet wall fingering each other zealously.
With two of her long fingers pushing firmly into my hot and dripping hole it took less than a minute before I came all over her hand.
I moved to return the favour. I pressed my knee between her legs crushing my hand against her pussy with two fingers buried deep inside her. My thumb ground hard against her clit, slipping over it to bring her off too.
After a minute panting and gasping against each other we broke away slightly to look at each other. Both of us burst our laughing.
"How did you know?" I asked her later.
"You couldn't keep your eyes off me." She retorted.
"Was I really that obvious?" I asked.
"Gagging for it was written all over your face." She laughed.
We've been firm friends ever since and shared all sorts of adventures together which, no doubt, I will share with you over the course of these stories.
But first I ought to introduce my parents, with whom I live, obviously, being a recent student and poor as a church mouse.
They are reasonably well off and we live in nice three bed detached in the suburbs of the big town where we all work. They are respectable people, I always thought, and are quite social with dinner parties at least once a month and various outside interests either together or separately.
It wasn't until one evening when I wasn't supposed to be home that I found out the double lives they had lived from way before I was born.
I had told them I was going to work the night-shift to gain some experience in the whole re-stocking process. Unfortunately the supervisor who was going to mentor me had called in sick so we decided to reschedule for another time.
I have a cheap second hand moped and rode it home. It's not very noisy but I get off at the top of our street just in case our nice neighbours complain anyway. I wheeled it round to the garage and parked it next to Dad's car and went through the back garden to get in through the back door. The path takes me past the big patio doors that look in on the living room.
There was a splash of light coming through the chinks in the binds covering the doors. I glanced in, as you do, and had to do a double take.
Mum and Dad were in the living room and there was another couple in there with them. That in itself was not unusual.
What had stopped me in my tracks was that Mum was in the armchair with her blouse wide open and her big fat tits hanging out. The strange man was sitting on the arm of the chair and was kissing Mum and fondling her breasts. I couldn't believe it.
I looked over at the sofa and there was Dad. The woman was saying something to him that I couldn't quite hear and was stroking his cock that she had taken out of his trousers.
I could feel myself go into shock. But it was something more than that and something I was trying hard not to accept: I was getting turned on.
I tried to tear myself away, get back on my bike and go, somewhere, anywhere but I just kept watching. How long had this been going on? Were Mum and Dad swingers? How had they kept it a secret for so long? So many questions were buzzing through my mind.
I felt my nipples stiffen and press uncomfortably into my bra that was already pressed hard against my skin under my shirt and thick leather jacket. I'd worn jeans to work and I could feel my hips involuntarily jerk trying to get some pressure on my pussy that I could feel start to dampen.
I turned my gaze back to my Mum who had thrown her head back while the man played with and pulled at her nipples. Their kiss was passionate and deep. She had spread her legs, her skirt riding up her thighs and I could clearly see she had stockings on and lacy white knickers.
