It was a sunny, warm August evening in London, as Peter Clark, backed his second hand Toyota Corolla into the last vacant space of the office car park.
He usually did not bring his car into the office. The Tube was usually his mode of travel. But tonight was special. Mr. Stanford was leaving. And in the long tradition of such things, there was a going away party in the office canteen that evening.
Peter had worked at “Hands-On Limited” for maybe a year now. He knew Mr. Chris. Stanford more by reputation then anything else. Stanford was notorious for chasing every piece of tail in the office. Why he had never been charged with harassment was a mystery to Peter.
Ordinarily, a junior like him would not have much to do with the senior officer of another department.
The thing was that his current new girlfriend (Two weeks now) Sharon, was in Mr. Stanford’s department. Since she was going, she had asked him to drop her home afterwards.
This part was what he looked forward to. A chance for sex maybe, when he dropped her home....
After two weeks of dating he had only managed a hot session of French kissing in the back row of the local cinema. There he had managed to slip his hand under her skirt and down her panties to the hot damp bush between her legs and finger fuck her while she jerked him off., He had also managed to get a couple of blow jobs in back of his car, while parked behind the local pub, but an actual fuck had eluded him.
Sharon was Peter’s age (27) and about his height (5 ft 7). She had her dyed blond hair cut very short, brown eyes and a great 34, 28, 35 figure.
Peter ran his fingers through his gelled up Brown hair and checked that no ketch up was on his face. He had had a quick take away on the way to help him stay sober at the party.
“Hello”
Peter had just locked his car and hearing the greeting turned round to see Mrs. Jane Patterson, his supervisor smiling at him.
Jane was a Barbie doll type, past her sell by date, but... Læs hele novellen
