A journey with co-worker reaps unexpected rewards.
Enjoy.
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This story is, of course, absolutely true although I suppose all stories are to some extent depending on your point of view. Anyway, I’ve changed the names because that’s what you’re supposed to do to protect the innocent but in lots of ways I’d love to see her reaction to this account of our liaison.
Let’s start with me. I’m in my mid-30s, quite overweight and quite unfit. I’m not an attractive man but nor am I particularly ugly. I’m pretty smart but I’m pretty lazy. I work as middle-manager for a big corporation in the North of England. I’m married to a wonderful woman and I have two beautiful young children. So really nothing special. Just an ordinary average kind of man with the same flaws, the same fears, the same lusts as everyone else.
I wanted to tell you about a journey I took with my assistant Becky and its aftermath. Becky isn’t the type of absolute stunner about whom you often read in these stories. But she is pretty gorgeous – mid-twenties, blue, slightly oriental eyes, shoulder-length brown hair, lightly tanned skin, a nice tight body with slightly smaller breasts and a slightly bigger arse than perfection, at least my version of perfection. She’s from the North-East with a beautiful playful sing-song accent.
She had, and still has, a boyfriend – a really great guy with whom I get on really well. Of course that didn’t stop me secretly lusting after his girlfriend while at the same time trying to be a good boss to her. I’d diligently worked with her on her development and I suppose she trusted me thoroughly which probably makes what happened all the worse, at least as far as she was concerned.
Anyway, back to the journey: we were travelling down from the North to London and we were going to stay with at my family home the day before a business meeting in town. I should explain that my family hadn’t yet moved up North with me – I lived in a flat during the week near my office and commuted at the weekend while we looked for the perfect house.
It was a Thursday evening and the traffic was poor – our trip should have taken four hours but we’d already done that and we were only half way there. I’d taken us off the motorway and was cutting down via the B roads in an attempt to save time when it happened.
Becky was looking idly out the window in a lull in our conversation, listening to the music station I’d put on, when, without thinking, she put her right hand onto my thigh. It was only because at first I didn’t realise what she’d done that I didn’t start at her touch. As it slowly came to me that a beautiful young woman had placed her hand high up my left thigh, instinct took over and my cock started to stiffen.
My heart pounding, I glanced across at her but she was still looking out the window without any acknowledgement of what she was doing. Luckily for me I dress to the left, as it were, and it was maybe thirty seconds before my erection began to slowly ease under her hand.
I let out an involuntary groan of pleasure and my cock twitched under her touch. I heard her gasp and her hand convulsively squeezed me before she snatched it away, holding it with her other as if it had been scalded. I tried to keep concentration on my driving, following the lights of the car ahead of us.
“Oh, my God!” she cried in absolute horror. “I’m so sorry, Tom! I didn’t realise I’d put my hand there!” She stared at my obvious erection in shock. “I, … I, … I was day-dreaming and I thought I was driving with Andy, not you. I was just resting it there and, … and well that doesn’t happen to him!” she nodded at the tenting in my trousers.
“Sorry Becky,” I replied, trying desperately to keep my voice composed. “I just wasn’t expecting a beautiful young woman to, well, to fondle my dick today – my, er, reaction was automatic.”
“I didn’t fondle it!” she shrieked indignantly. “I just put my hand there. Oh god, this is so embarrassing.”
“Well, it’s pretty embarrassing for me too. I’m a married man. I was minding my own business when you put your hand on my cock,” I exaggerated. “I can’t help getting a hard-on.”
It was getting quite dark outside so I couldn’t see the colour in her face well but I was sure she was blushing heavily.
“Oh, no. Tom, this is awful,” she moaned in that glorious melodic accent.
“It’s no good. I’m going to have to stop for a bit.” I slowed and turned left off the road down a quiet track before pulling over into a lay-by a mile away from the road; we were completely alone amongst wheat fields. I turned the engine off, flicked on the interior light and leant back.
She’d barely taken her eyes off my crotch; it was if she were horrified yet hypnotised by my bulge.
“If I just calm down it’ll go away and we can pretend none of this happened,” I said and she looked up at me with a grateful, almost pleading expression.
Of course there was no chance of this occurring. I was way too excited even though I was trying not to show it, other than by my erection of course. But I thought I’d play along for a bit to see what happened.
After a couple of minutes of uncomfortable silence and no diminution in my hardness, I decided to take my chance.
“Becky, it’s not going to go away I’m afraid. You’re just too attractive. Have you any idea how long it’s been since anyone apart from Belinda has squeezed my dick? And this is really painful, you know.”
“I’m so sorry. I honestly didn’t mean to,” she moaned.
“Well there’s only one thing for it. I’m not hanging around waiting – we’re late enough as it is.” I lifted my hips up and started to unzip myself.
“No!” she screamed as her hands flew to her face in dismay but it was too late. My erection sprang free.
I sighed and leant back. “That’s so much better.”
I looked across at her – she was staring fixedly at my cock with the most appalled expression I’ve ever seen outside of a badly-acted film.
“Oh no, this is so so awful,” she moaned again. She looked around outside the car but there was no-one to be seen.
“I’m sorry Becky. I had to let it out – it was just agony trapped in there.” I paused and cleared my throat. “So are you going to help me with this then?”
It took a few seconds for her to realise what I’d asked her. Her delightful mouth opened in an ‘O’ of revulsion. “Oh my god no! Don’t be disgusting. I’ve got a boyfriend and you’re married,” she yelped in disbelief.
“Becky, you’ve done this to me and you should sort it out for me,” I demanded sternly.
“Can’t you go outside and do it yourself? Or I’ll go outside and you can do it in here?”
“What kind of pervert do you think I am? I’m not going to masturbate in public. And I’ve always found it really difficult to come without help from someone else,” I lied. Her eyes were closed now in humiliation. “So if you don’t do it, we’ll just have to wait here until it goes away. And I tell you, Becky, it’s not going anywhere.”
We waited another minute or two in silence, her eyes tightly shut, while my confidence, although, not my erection ebbed away. There was no way she’d fall for it, would she? I thought.
So when she slowly started to reach her hand out, I was flabbergasted. My breathing quickened as I reached out to take her hand. She gave an uncontrolled gasp at the contact from my hand but kept her eyes closed as I slowly, elatedly, closed her small, pretty and beautifully manicured hand around my throbbing erection.
“Oh fuck yes, Becky,” I breathed as she clasped me just below the knob of my cock.