I Get Horny At Work
You only have to look at the groups on my SW profile to know where my predilections lie – but I was in my late-30s before suppressed fantasy morphed into reality.
During the recession of the late 1980s/early 1990s, I was running businesses in receivership on behalf of the receivers. One was a nursing home in Somerset. It was during the hot summer when this rather attractive bottle-blonde Care Assistant threw herself at me. I was 38 and she was 23 – I knew all about her because I had charge of the personnel records. Was I going to say "no" to her?
On our second date we went to see a film in Bath called Crazy People.... Dudley Moore played an advertising executive who has a breakdown and starts to produce drafts of adverts which tell the truth – campaigns like: "Volvo, they're boxy but they're good." By mistake the ads get printed and the new approach turns out to be a tremendous success. One, however, was particularly close to the knuckle for Sarah and myself. I'd just bought a Jaguar XJS, and one of Dudley Moore’s spoofs read: "Jaguar — for men who'd like hand jobs from beautiful women they hardly know."
We looked at each other, grinned, and you can guess the rest……..
I had an office in the attic of the old house where the nursing home was. Sarah usually worked nights but on this particular day she was doing a day shift. The care assistants used to wear blue-and-white dresses which looked like the summer uniform at my sisters' school - no straw boaters though! Sarah sneaked up to see me, one lunchtime; seeing me sitting behind my desk, she blurted out, reminded her of visiting her old headmaster..... It was one of those life-changing milliseconds when life can take one of 2 paths (like the film Sliding Doors, with Gwyneth Paltrow and John Hannah)….. I just looked at her, as I had at the Jaguar reference, didn't say a word but got up and walked around the desk and pushed her down on to it from behind..... [We'd shagged on our first date so I know what I [i][b]think[/b][/i] she was expecting......] I flipped up the back of her dress - no resistance..... She usually wore sexy underwear for our dates, but at work she had on very modest white knickers - tight against her womanly bottom..... Not a sound in the claustrophobic attic room as I put my fingers into the waistband of her knickers and tugged them down. She parted her thighs ever-so-slightly, and I said something like "So I remind you of your old headmaster do I?" as sternly as I could. Any reply she made was muffled as I picked up my ruler - sadly only a standard 12-inch one - and whacked her on each cheek a few times. She let out a strangled sound somewhere between a shriek and a giggle - then we heard the stairs creak!!! Red-faced - the pair of us! - she hastily pulled up her knickers and smoothed down her dress while I went to open the door so it didn't look suspicious…..
[b]Talk about horny at work![/b]
During the recession of the late 1980s/early 1990s, I was running businesses in receivership on behalf of the receivers. One was a nursing home in Somerset. It was during the hot summer when this rather attractive bottle-blonde Care Assistant threw herself at me. I was 38 and she was 23 – I knew all about her because I had charge of the personnel records. Was I going to say "no" to her?
On our second date we went to see a film in Bath called Crazy People.... Dudley Moore played an advertising executive who has a breakdown and starts to produce drafts of adverts which tell the truth – campaigns like: "Volvo, they're boxy but they're good." By mistake the ads get printed and the new approach turns out to be a tremendous success. One, however, was particularly close to the knuckle for Sarah and myself. I'd just bought a Jaguar XJS, and one of Dudley Moore’s spoofs read: "Jaguar — for men who'd like hand jobs from beautiful women they hardly know."
We looked at each other, grinned, and you can guess the rest……..
I had an office in the attic of the old house where the nursing home was. Sarah usually worked nights but on this particular day she was doing a day shift. The care assistants used to wear blue-and-white dresses which looked like the summer uniform at my sisters' school - no straw boaters though! Sarah sneaked up to see me, one lunchtime; seeing me sitting behind my desk, she blurted out, reminded her of visiting her old headmaster..... It was one of those life-changing milliseconds when life can take one of 2 paths (like the film Sliding Doors, with Gwyneth Paltrow and John Hannah)….. I just looked at her, as I had at the Jaguar reference, didn't say a word but got up and walked around the desk and pushed her down on to it from behind..... [We'd shagged on our first date so I know what I [i][b]think[/b][/i] she was expecting......] I flipped up the back of her dress - no resistance..... She usually wore sexy underwear for our dates, but at work she had on very modest white knickers - tight against her womanly bottom..... Not a sound in the claustrophobic attic room as I put my fingers into the waistband of her knickers and tugged them down. She parted her thighs ever-so-slightly, and I said something like "So I remind you of your old headmaster do I?" as sternly as I could. Any reply she made was muffled as I picked up my ruler - sadly only a standard 12-inch one - and whacked her on each cheek a few times. She let out a strangled sound somewhere between a shriek and a giggle - then we heard the stairs creak!!! Red-faced - the pair of us! - she hastily pulled up her knickers and smoothed down her dress while I went to open the door so it didn't look suspicious…..
[b]Talk about horny at work![/b]
