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Well, before I get into this tale, let me tell you a little bit about myself.

I’m Gary, 38 and married with a couple of kids. I’m about 5’9″, quite stocky or a bit fat if you prefer. I try not to be your stereotypical bloke and for what it’s worth I don’t think I am. Yes I drive a white van but I need to for work. OK so I like football, who doesn’t? Alright I enjoy a few beers and a curry with the lads now and then.

I’m Gary and I’m a bloke.

I’m also pretty useful when it comes to earning a few quid to provide for my wife and kids. I don’t really have a profession. A ‘Man with a van’ as you may see advertised here and there.

I know plenty of plumbers, builders, decorators etc, and can turn my hand to most things, so I’m rarely stuck for work. Most of these jobs take you into people’s homes as you’d expect and this provides plenty of opportunity for my favourite past time, FLIRTING!

Yes I love to throw the odd risqué comment in to the mix when chatting with a housewife. “Need anything screwing or banging, Love, I’m your man.” Helps the day go by. Sometimes they join in and have a laugh, even give a bit back. I know how far to take it and so do they.

Occasionally, I get it wrong and all you get from them is a few cold comments regarding the job.

One time a mate of mine put some work my way installing routers and new-tech in offices at the business estate near us. One company wanted offices kitted out. It wasn’t something I’d done before but how hard could it be.

The company did ‘Business branding’ or something, never did really work it. Didn’t mean much to me either way but I couldn’t have worked in these offices.

Dozens of sexy young women, (there were a couple men there but they didn’t do anything for me!) all going about doing whatever it was they were doing.

Tight trousers, short skirts (some with noticeable suspender bumps) sexy hose and killer heels. Heaven. Concentrating on the job would be hard.

A lot of the job was easy just a case of replacing the existing gear but some rooms were newly refurbished with state of the art kit.

Once I’d got the hang of what I was doing, Stuart, my mate whose job it was, left me to do a bit more on my own. But this is where I start to get cocky and a bit over familiar with some of the lovely office girls. “I hear you need a good router,” that sort of thing. Probably doesn’t make any sense but keeps me happy. One sexy young thing had some of the old equipment under her desk “What I want to get to is between your legs Love,” may have been a bit much but she did laugh along.

After one or two too many double entendres or over use of ‘Darling’, I think I was starting to agitate the boss, A great looking MILF type with gorgeous legs. She was probably mid-forties, long reddy-brown hair, green eyes. Her name was Angela and she had an ‘airs and graces’ sort of voice.

She wore a sharp suit with a knee length skirt in black. Nude nylon stockings (I noticed the seams when she walked away.) and a powerful pair of stilettos.

Now, I love my wife, but I’d give anything for 5 minutes with a sexy powerful woman. I have an urge, or fetish I suppose, of being trodden on or pushed down under the foot of someone like that.

I don’t think I was her type mind.

I guess l was working alright because Stuart had left me to it and gone to get quotes for future jobs. Her room was all that remained. It was quite swanky compared to everywhere else. Top quality carpet and decor and had this huge desk up against the far wall. This desk alone seemed as big as the other offices it panelled on each flank and 3 monitors spaced evenly on each side. I guessed it was used mainly for meetings, as there are alcoves in line with the screens for people to pull a chair in. But only one way in and out was an opening at the front edge. The desk space above this must be where ‘Bossy Knickers’ works.

My job in here required me to fit my fat frame under the desk to switch a few cables over.

Stuart had drawn a diagram for me of what I needed to do. Honestly I think this was a job too far for me but I don’t like people to know that so I gave it my best shot. The worst thing that could happen was probably no WiFi/power for Sexy Boss Lady. This ‘tunnel’ was probably about 3 feet across and went almost the full length of the table,so about 10 feet deep, where I needed to work. I could just about sit cross-legged with the back of my head against the underside of the table.

It was coming up to 5 and most of the office was starting to clear. Angela, the Sexy Boss Lady was desperate to get into her office and get finished. I was hoping to finish too but I was struggling with the job. I needed to call Stuart. He told me I needed a couple of tools that he’d got with him and I’d have to go and get them.

I couldn’t find Angela, so I left to get the bits I needed.

On my return bursa escort I couldn’t get back on to the office car park. It was empty apart from a couple of cars. So I parked up round the corner and walked back in. I could see into the room and saw she was at the desk. I’d have to speak to her, disturb her and upset her some more.

I made my way round to her office and knocked. No answer. I slowly opened the door and peered in. Empty! Must have seen me coming again.

I had a good nosey at the personal photos fading in and out as her screen saver. She seemed to be very close to her daughter, a very sexy young brunette.

I slid myself back under and got back to work.

Torch in my mouth to free my hands I got on with the job.

I didn’t notice her return and she obviously had no idea I was there. She sat down and pulled her chair in. Wow! What a vision! I was probably 10 feet away sat cross legged under this desk. I shone my torch to the side of the desk ‘tunnel’ so it lit up her legs but didn’t shine out. I took it all in. My eyes slowly drifted up from the points of her stilettos, past her shapely ankles, up and along her shins and upto her knees. The soft sheen of the nylons making my mouth water. I longed to reach out and touch. I imagined her standing over me, one foot on my chest, heel digging in. At this point I considered shining my torch into the darkness of her skirt to help me complete the picture, but managed to snap myself out of it.

But I didn’t called out and let her know I was there. Its the only way in and out so I can’t pretend to have been working on anything else.

I’ve left it too long now, she’ll report me! I’d be branded a pervert. My wife would leave me, I’d struggle for work, word gets around!

I’ve just got to sit it out and hope she goes soon.

It’s getting hot under here. It’s cramped and uncomfortable. I don’t think I’m claustrophobic but I don’t recall ever putting it to the test.

I silently shuffle back as far as I can back to where the wires are. I can’t remember if I finished the job now.

Angela readjusts herself in her chair and stretches her legs out, resting on the pointed heels of the stilettos. I leer longingly up her nylon legs. The temperature seems to rise a little higher.

How long is this going to go on. I need to give the wife a call but that would give me away.

I’ll send a quick text. I go into my phone and put it on silent.

Just as I do so, it starts vibrating! I juggle with it in a right panic until I get it under control and hit the red phone symbol.

I compose myself as best I can and bash out a quick text.

‘Sorry love bit stuck at work. Call you soon.X’

Almost forgot the ‘X’.

I decided to turn off the phone. Wifey will ask questions but I’ll think of a reason later.

I turn my attention back to the legs I am becoming so familiar with. As I do so Angela bends her knees and sits herself more upright. A few seconds later I hear a dialling tone. Still on edge I check my phone again. Still off. Calm down!

“Hi Darling, have you just tried to call?” I hear Angela say. So it’s o.k for you to call someone ‘Darling’! I stop being petty and go back to listening to her chat with her husband.

“I’m sorry but I’ll have to stay a while longer. At least until Security call or turn up.” She continues.

The voice that replies takes me by surprise!

“Well if you are alone in there then this is a great chance to do what we discussed.”

THIS IS A FEMALE VOICE!!

“Susie! No! I’ve too much to do. This Oaf we’ve had working on the internal coms has only half done his job and done a runner. He was like someone from the Seventies with his attitudes towards my office girls.” Angela explains.

Now I’m hot, horny and offended!

“Oh come on. When will we get the chance again?…. I’ve just come back from a vigorous gym session.” Goads Angela’s,…’wife’?

‘Yeah! Come on Angela. Do it.’ I think to myself, although I’ve no idea what ‘it’ is yet. I tune back in to the conversation.

“…. happy together. But we need to keep it spicy and exciting and this is the perfect time.” I hear Susie plead.

“I’m under a bit of pressure and not just because of that..’dick’.” Angela says.

“What are you wearing?” Susie asks in a husky tone.

“You know what I’m wearing. You saw me this morning,” comes the reply.

“Tell me… ANGELA!” says Susie.

Angela gives a little giggle.

“Susie! Stop now!” cries Angela.

While this is going on, Angela has lifted her feet out of her shoes slightly, just leaving her toes in. The nylon material has gathered and wrinkled around her ankles.

I feel my temperature rise a little more.

“I worked up a real sweat with that young trainer. Hannah. You remember me telling you about her don’t you?” taunts Susie.

“Yes. The fit young bursa escort bayan blonde. Don’t try the jealousy card, Suze.” Angela bites back.

“My skin is still a bit moist from my work-out. I’ve stripped down to my grey sports bra and grey cotton briefs. Tell me what you are wearing!” Urges Susie.

“OK! You win…. Just let me draw the blinds.” Angela concedes.

This is getting steamy, yet even more uncomfortable.

Angela continues to talk to Susie while she closes all the blinds and checks the door.

It’s dark in the room now, but Angela is lit up beautifully from the computer screen and a small display lamp. These lights must be to my advantage as anything behind the lamps would be hidden in shadow.

Angela is now back sat in her chair and after a little more cajoling from Susie, starts to describe her outfit.

“I’m wearing my vintage 2 piece Mugler suit jacket with the buttons down the left.”

“Very smart. And…” prompts Susie.

“The knee length black skirt.” Angela continues.

Angela smooths down the hem of her skirt and goes quiet again.

“Angela!” Susie starts to sound irritable and I don’t blame her.

Angela straightens both of her legs in front of her, pointing her stiletto heels at me. This is a very sexy scenario for me. I need to release the pressure building in my jeans.

“Dolce and Gabbana black patent leather high heels”. This is said with a more flirtatious voice. Maybe she is getting into it.

Susie takes over from here.

“I’m on our bed now. I’m sliding my trainers off. I’m wearing my bright white Brubaker training socks. I’m going to lie back on the soft sheets of our bed, and wait for you!” Susie has put on a cute voice.

Ooooooh! God! This is going somewhere I’ve never even dreamed of.

“So Angela, complete the picture for me.”

Susie takes things to the next level.

“I’ve told you everything!” Angela stops it in its tracks.

“LINGERIE!!” Susie and I (in my head), scream. Susie and I are on the same page.

Angela stands up and begins to unbutton her jacket. “I’m removing my jacket and blouse… to reveal… a black lace Agent Provocateur Plunge bra.”

An agreeable sound comes from the phone.

I bravely edge forwards for a better view.

The brassiere is doing all it can to contain Angela. I’m doing all I can to contain myself! I’ve died and gone to Heaven, or Pornhub!

Angela moves closer to the desk “I’m unzipping my skirt, can you hear” her voice is quite husky now.

“Yesss! Oh, Angela this is it.” encourages Susie.

I try to undo my belt in silence, my cock is straining painfully against my zipper.

I see the hem of the skirt lower a little.

“I’m sliding my skirt down slowly. It’s midway down my thighs now.” says Angela.

Gentle sighs and soft moans are all that emit from the phone now.

I’m nearly free. But I feel my foot tap against the desk!

The skirt falls to the floor.

I’ve stopped breathing! A second lasts an eternity. ‘Did she hear?’

“I’m stepping out of skirt now.” Angela is fully into it now.

Relief! My right hand finds my enraged cock. I’m in the most awkward position. I’m on my knees. The top of my head is pressed against the roof of my ‘prison’, neck bent back so I can see out. My left arm is supporting me against the side of the tunnel. My ankles are twisted inward now.

“I’m just in my lingerie and D&G’s now. Matching ouvert briefs and suspender belt, champagne and red stockings.”

Angela takes a couple of steps back to the chair.

She’s beautifully lit by the screen. The pressure rises a further notch when I see her plentiful, pert cheeks.

“I’m slipping my bra off now, my nipples are so erect!” Susie has taken over.

Angela turns and sits back in the chair. One hand slides up to her breasts, the other slides down her body.

“I’m sliding my soaked cotton panties down my legs. My bright white socks are ALL I have on now” purrs Susie.

‘Holy Mother!’

Angela is purring too now. Her head is turned to one side, auburn hair covers her face. She composes herself briefly to pull the chair a little closer to the desk. A better view is gained but another heart in mouth moment. If I’m caught, I’m going to jail!

Both are now losing themselves in one anothers sexual teasings.

I’m losing myself too. I need to be careful not to leave any ‘evidence’. I free my hand for a couple of seconds and feel for the foam sheath some cables were in. It is a moment of clear thought in all this insanity.

Angela is becoming frantic now. Thrashing about, legs akimbo one moment, squeezed together the next. One shoe is now half off, just dangling from her toes. Both of her ample breasts are out of the bra, as she tweaks her right nipple. I can’t see any higher than this now as she is too close to the desk.

She escort bursa pauses, and in her passion reaches down and takes the shoe off her right foot and drops it. She does the same thing with her left but in her fervour she flings it forward. It lands about two feet away from me!

I feel my left arm remove itself from its supporting role. I press my head harder against the desk. I reach for the shoe all the while taking in the show in front of me.

I lift it slowly up to my face….

The leather brushes my lips….

I INHALE! Oh sweet scent! Perfume mixed with the aroma of a days ‘power bitchin’. Glorious!

I return my attention to the show in front of me. Placing the shoe back down, I hear moans and whimpering from the phone above me.

Angela has pushed herself away from the desk with her writhing legs as she continues vigorously fudding herself.

I can’t hold off much longer. I fumble the foam sheath onto my cock.

Angela is on the brink. She lifts both of legs up. The red soles of her stockinged feet facing me, toes stretched out, the balls of her feet poking through the nylon.

Me:’MARY MOTHER OF….

The light from the computer dims….

Angela:”UH-HUH! SUZZZZZ….. AAAHH!!!!”.

Me:…. JEEEZZZUSSSSSSS!!!!’.

Susie: “OOO-HAAAAAA! MMMMMMM!”.

…and goes off.

An undetermined amount of time later, I come to my senses and my vision starts to return. Although it is mostly black with a few shooting lights. Somehow I have remained wedged in position. I can make out the gasping and heavy breathing from the chair in the middle of the room.

I’m sweating and aching. In the strain to suppress any sound emission of my orgasm, sharp pains shoot through my body.

“Angela, are you OK?” a breathless Susie brings us to our senses.

“Oh my, huh! I, I… Oh my god Suze!” Angela tries to gather herself.

The only light is coming from the low watt desk lamp, Angela starts to move sitting up slightly, she seems to be looking straight at me.

“Oh fu…., I need to sort myself out!” There is a bit of panic in her breathless voice. She awkwardly stands, then bends and picks up her skirt. Angela wanders over to the desk, a second later the room lights up again as the computer is woken. She lifts one foot and steps into the skirt, then does the same thing with the other foot.

“That was incredible! I love you.” says Susie.

“I need to clean up, get back in control…. Let me get sorted out and I’ll call you back, bye.”

“b..” Angela hangs up before Susie can even finish the word, and gingerly walks around the chair, stopping to pick up and put on her blouse, she continues to the door and exits the room.

I realise that I have to go, but I’m not sure that I can move. I have managed to tuck my cock away (slimy sticky sheath still in place), and after gathering the tools and other bits begin to crawl out. Aches and pains spring up all over my body. I emerge from desk and slowly stand. I let out a few little whimpers but I think I may be able to get out ok. I can’t imagine she’ll be back all that soon.

I take one step forward, then pause. I spot her other shoe… ‘No! Get out of the building!’

Oh,what the hell. I stoop, pains shoot up my arms and down my back.

I should get out of here, but I just have to take one more special moment. (I actually considered taking it with me. ‘Wouldn’t that freak her out?!’) I breathe in more gently this time. It relieves a bit of the stress of the moment.

Time to get moving. I open the door just enough to peer out. The coast is clear. The turning to the corridor that leads to the exit is just a few yards away. I make a break for it, walking like Grandma does. The toilets were almost opposite the exit, so I guessed I had about 20 seconds where I was clearly visible before I reached the exit. I attempted a hobbled run, which brought further pain but I had to make it.

As I reached the door I pray it’s unlocked…

It is. Out through the two sets of double doors and out into the cold autumn air.

Ducking down as I pass the window, just in case, I notice a car with its lights on in the car park opposite.. I’ve been spotted, but I can’t worry about that, I just need to get out of here.

I reach the van and climb in. It is just before seven o’clock, around an hour and a half after texting the wife. I give myself a few moments to think.

What have I just witnessed?

Who would believe me, if I told them?

A small white car with some writing on it, (my eyes are watering and vision blurred) turns in to the car park, must be security.

Angela didn’t say, “I love you too,” to Susie. Considering everything that’s just happened, this is my main thought.

I hope Angela realises what she has in Susie. Someone who wants that relationship to work.

My phone buzzes back into life. My head, neck, arms…. everything hurts. I felt things pop inside of me (what is an aneurysm?). There’s a soggy mess in my jeans.

14 missed calls. 8 texts.

I need to tell my wife something.

I hit recall…..

‘Dear reader, what do you think I said?’

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