I'd walked Annie home the previous evening, though it was probably early morning before we'd reached her house.

'How do we play it at work?' She said as we walked slowly. She'd taken hold of my hand as we'd left my house, and I saw no reason to stop her. "Someone is bound to work it out."

'No fuss, I think, just act normally. If someone asks, then try not to blush. It's not like we spend all day together, is it?'

'No, true. As long as you're not going to ignore me now you've had me.'

'Not my style, young Annie. Besides, I hope that's not a one-off.'

'It won't be.'

Next day, I was sitting in what passed for the coffee lounge, reading some notes from a customer. Annie came in, blushed slightly, poured herself a coffee then came over.

'Disturbable?'

'Yes, avoiding my boss as much as anything.'

'Welcome to the club. The girls don't like to be on their own with him.'

'Different reason, I assure you. Anyway, are you ok?'

'Very much, horny as hell.'

'Sounds good.' I placed my hand on her knee, then moved it slightly up her thigh, under her green skirt.

'Don't. I'd like to fuck right here and right now, but we both need to keep our jobs.'

'Quite the fantasy, that.'

She blushed properly this time. Annie was fighting her instincts, and, truth be told, so was I.

'But if you had any ideas, we can't meet tonight. I've agreed to help Dad at the social club.' Annie said with a smile.

'I'm on support until eight, boss dropped me in it. Strange how the support team always go sick on days we need them after five.'

'Why don't you drop in afterwards? I'll introduce you to some of my friends. I'll warn you, you'll fancy Kelly; everyone does, and she's a complete tart.'

'Not just a slice?'

'Idiot.'

Support was a nonsense duty that happened every Tuesday. Our CEO had the strange idea that keeping the sales lines open into the evening would improve sales (it didn't). That meant one of the technicians had to stick around until late to provide support in case anything ever went wrong with the computer system (it didn't). Theoretically, I was way past support duties, but my boss spoke without thinking far too often.

I was sitting alone in my small office, looking at some tedious reports, when one of the secretaries called out, 'Coffee?' as she passed.

'Please.' I said, without really thinking.

Wendy came back with two steaming mugs, placed them on the side desk, then sat in my rickety visitor's chair. She was late twenties, quite slim and petite with short brunette hair. I'd always noticed her deep brown eyes. I didn't know her well, but she'd always seemed pleasant enough. If asked, I'd have described her as 'nice.'

'I'm bored; latest wheeze is that one of us secretaries needs to be here in case urgent correspondence is needed. Like nothing couldn't wait until the morning.'

'Yes, it's rubbish, isn't it,' I said, turning my chair around to face her. 'I'm just catching up on stuff I ignored earlier in the day.'

'Support called in sick again?'

'Always happens.'

'Anyway, how are you? I was sorry to hear about the breakup.' Wendy looked at me over her coffee cup, deep brown eyes wide.

'I'm fine, honestly. It's been coming for a while, if truth be told.'

'Important to have some fun while you're younger. Otherwise, you end up embittered like me.'

'You're only a couple of years older than me.'

'I'm twenty-eight, married at nineteen, been regretting it since twenty. So has he, been playing the field for the last couple of years.'

I was suddenly struck by Annie's comment about women five years older than me. I managed to suppress a smile, considered the possibilities for a second, then suppressed those too.

'You need to take control of things; you only get one life. Why are you smiling at me?'

'Just something someone said the other day.'

'So, I intend to, starting right now, ' she said. Wendy stood, turned as if to leave but instead closed and locked the door to my small office. I'm not the most intuitive person in the world but it was obvious what she had in mind. She stood, about six feet away, with a look that said, 'Your move.'

'If I didn't know better...'

'You do know better, and I am coming on to you,' she interrupted. 'Half the women in the building fancy you, don't you realise that? You're the only man here under fifty who isn't a spotty adolescent or a dirty, lascivious sleaze-merchant.'

Annie had told me much the same thing the previous evening, perhaps I should believe it. I stood and closed the gap between us. She looked up at me and as we made eye contact I realised that she really did have the prettiest eyes. I reached out and undid the first button of her cream blouse then the second. Wendy didn't react until I slipped my hand inside past the lacy fringe of her underwear onto her soft, small breast. She closed her eyes and sighed then undid the rest of her blouse.

'Sit back down,' she said, steering me back to my chair as her blouse and bra fell onto the spare desk. She stood in front of me, hitched up her skirt to reveal her shapely legs, lowered her blue knickers, then kicked them off. I reached out towards her, but she held my hand. 'I'm in charge here, you wait.'

Wendy stepped towards me and undid my belt, then my trouser button, and finally my zip. She never broke eye contact. I eased forward slightly and felt her soft, small hand inside the waistband of my boxers. She lowered them, freeing my hardening cock. Wendy cradled my balls and immediately I was rock-hard and ready for action. She took my hands and placed them on her tits then straddled me and lowered herself slowly onto my erect member. Her pussy was soft, hot, and wet, offering little resistance as I slid deep inside her.

Wendy sat facing me, rocking gently. She closed her eyes and smiled slightly then slowly began to move up and down. I reached behind her, intending to cradle her arse. 'No, squeeze my tits, squeeze hard.'

I returned to her soft breasts, scissoring her hard nipples between my fingers. She bounced faster and I felt her internal muscles start to tighten around me. I raised my hips to drive deeper inside her and she squealed. She placed her arms behind me and drew me closer as she came hard, holding me tight. I moved my hands back to her arse and this time she didn't complain. Her tits were right in my face, and I sucked each in turn. She started to move again, slowly at first then bucking like a woman possessed. She was squeezing my cock so hard, I made a final effort to lift her and felt her flesh yield slightly.

'I'm going to come,' I whispered.

'Not yet,' she thrust her hips towards me and squeezed me for all she was worth as she went over the edge for the second time. I lifted myself right up from my chair, driving even deeper into her and coating her insides.

We stayed sitting in the chair like that for some minutes. Wendy breathing hard, legs wide apart on my lap, my uncomplaining cock still deep inside her. Eventually, she stood up.

'Suppose we'd better get back to work then?' She said, starting to dress. 'Hope that's not a one-off.'

'So do I, I'll be more prepared next time.'

I filled in time until it was finally time to leave the office. I followed Wendy down the stairs to the car park. Had that really happened? The feeling in my loins suggested it had.

It was just a short walk to the social club where Annie was helping out. The place was almost deserted; a few older folks sat on the far side playing dominoes and a handful of youngsters hung around the bar. 'Drink?' Said Annie as I approached.

'Pint please, and whatever you'd like.'

'What I'd like and what I can serve over this bar are very different.'

'Can be arranged, quiet night?'

'About average for a Tuesday, Dad gets me here to help out then leaves because it's so quiet.'

Then the vision walked into view; she was about 5 foot 5, slim, pert breasts under a tight blue T shirt, great arse inside jeans that appeared to have been sprayed on, long dark hair, and the most piercing blue eyes I've ever seen. She was the real deal.

'Meet Kelly,' said Annie. 'I've told my parents I'm staying with her tonight unless you've got other ideas? Anyway, they aren't expecting me home. Guess you're staying here until we close?'

'I'll stick to soft drinks.'

'That'll be the only soft thing about you tonight. I'll close at half-past ten or ten minutes after the last one leaves. Just leave Kelly alone, at least for tonight.'