Nina worked for me, part of the team in the outer office. I inherited her from my predecessor, and at first I found her work to be proficient, if a little perfunctory, as if she always had something better to do. But the standard of her work had less and less interest for me, as I steadily fell for the insidious spell of her sensuality. She's twenty-six, with a sturdy, but undeniably shapely figure, Wide shoulders, magnificent, but not over-large firm full breasts that are hard to ignore at the best of times, but when she's excited, or there's a cool breeze from the window near her desk, her nipples pop out like organ-stops, and drag men's eyes towards them. Her hips are a little wider than she'd like, but in fact her arse is a perfectly proportioned counterpart to her tits. A small bulge of belly, on her, just adds to the sexiness of the package. She's always tanned, a sun-bed aficionado, and when she wears low-cut tops, or low-rider trousers, the there is no visible line. Then there's her face, with its vivid blue eyes, cute nose, and a teasing, cupid mouth... set in a broad heart-shape, with a hint of a double chin when she laughs. It all has a cumulative effect, and becomes stronger and stronger with repeated exposure. Her thick, straight, shoulder length brown hair is sometimes a curtain through which she peers at the world, or at me, challengingly. To begin with, I ignored her pretty much; incredibly, I thought she was just another cute-ish woman in the office, one of several in the team. I often heard her chatter above the others... her voice higher than you'd expect, girlish compared to her womanly appearance. I decided from too little evidence that her mind really didn't attract me, too shallow, too unaware of the world around her, and that's very important for me.
However, as the weeks past, I caught occasional, revealing glimpses of another Nina. I discovered that she read proper novels, often with a strong sexual or psychological content, as well as the airport blockbusters and gossip magazines that the other girls ploughed through endlessly. I found out that she spoke fluent French, passable Italian, that she had lived abroad for a couple of years in her early twenties, and that she'd been engaged, and broken it off fairly recently. I knew there was a new boyfriend. And all the while her beauty grew on me, steadily, sinking into the deeper layers of my psyche. When I dreamed of her intensely one night, and woke up with a raging hard on which I had to unleash in an explosive wank, I realised I might eventually have to do something about it.
One day, I came back to the office in the evening after an hour in the pub with a contact. I wasn't surprised that the office was still open, because that was when the cleaners were usually around, working their way down from top floor. I wasn't expecting to see Nina at her desk, staring intently at the computer screen. She didn't hear me because she had earpieces in. I was briefly puzzled by the way that she was typing with one hand, while her other arm moved, rhythmically, at an angle that I quickly guessed meant her hand was on or in her crotch. I coughed loudly, and she heard me. The image on the screen changed immediately to a spreadsheet. I wasn't sure what I'd seen. Flesh, just an impression, was all I glimpsed before it turned into columns of figures. She was deeply embarrassed, of course, and in a nervous machine-gunning of words turned it round so that I was accused of sneaking up on her. She was guilty as hell, of something. I let her rant, and kept my cool. When she stuttered to a halt, I just shrugged, said the first thing I could think of, in an ironic voice, which was something about not thinking it was an appropriate use of company facilities... I picked up my mobile phone, which was the reason I had returned, and while she continued to blush deep scarlet, I ushered her out of the building.
It set off a tension between us that led to minor friction, and on her part a kind of aggression, like she wanted to push me into reacting, or confronting her. We stayed that way for a couple of months. Niggling, sniping, flashing annoyed glances across the office. The dreams got worse, not helped by my conjecture as to what she had been doing when I caught her that evening. I was convinced she'd been indulging in what I had always thought of as a fairly exclusively male activity, masturbating over net porn, which was one of my own vices at that time. I hadn't had much relationship luck lately. Not satisfied either physically of intellectually with recent girlfriends, I'd been marking time while I reassessed my life. I was just thirty-eight, and realised that I'd become rather choosy. I wanted quality, not quantity. I wanted someone who was closer to my own tastes, beliefs and ideals. The harder I looked, the less I found.
Nina's truculent but sensual image played on my all too available libido, and I indulged myself in increasingly lurid fantasies of the two of us, the sex as hard core as my limits and tastes allowed me to go, and shamefully, I allowed them to go further than ever before, into S&M fantasies, where I would taunt her, chastise her, and then convince her that our needs were shared...
One Friday evening, not long ago, it all came to a head. After what I guessed were several glasses of wine at lunchtime, she had been slacking through the afternoon, chatting too much to the girls, distracting them from their work. And I surely wasn't imagining the looks she kept on casting in my direction. It had been like this for a while; she knew my eyes were often on her when I looked up from my keyboard. Again, I could swear she was testing me, teasing me subtly to make sure I had really noticed her. The level of office discipline was crumbling, and she was the one instigating it. Around five o'clock, as my staff became more raucous towards home time, she looked up and caught me frowning at her, and gazed straight back into my eyes, as if to say 'what are you going to do about it then?' I felt a hot flare of anger, and with it, an incredible wave of desire. She looked so damned sexy like that... lips slightly parted, eyes flashing, and her nipples, I couldn't help but notice, were so tumescent they were almost burning through her bra and white top. She seemed to lag behind a little as the girls prepared to leave the office. She was rummaging in the depths of her capacious handbag, as if looking for something vital.
"I'll catch you up," she told Louise, Katie, and the others as they left.
It was now or never...
"Nina, I want speak to you for a moment." The words were off my tongue before I could even think.
I had no idea what I really wanted to say. I knew I should reprimand her severely for pissing me about. She looked at me obstinately, but obeyed. She swayed her hips noticeably as she walked into my office.
"You've been up to your games again, Nina," I began. "This is a place of work, not a not a kiddies playground."
Nina's nipples were starkly at attention. I couldn't force my eyes away from them.
"I know which playground you'd like to be in," she retorted.
For a moment I didn't get it.
"What do you mean?" I asked, even then realising what she meant.
"You're looking at my tits; you're always looking at my tits." Nina looked fierce, and even more beautiful.
"That's not true," I said.
"Yes it fucking well is; you're always at it! You're doing it now!"
The devil seized my tongue.
"It's not true; sometimes I look at your arse."
We glared at each other, while the corners of our mouths began to twitch. We knew that we'd crossed the line. Nina snorted with laughter, and I followed suit. And I was still staring at her fantastic tits.
I stood up, and was suddenly aware that my cock was straining the front of my trousers.
"I suppose it's fair enough actually, Alan, after all I do look at your package whenever you walk by."
"I want to fuck you Nina... I want to fuck you right now, right here."
I was never usually this blunt.
"About sodding time too!" Nina exclaimed. We laughed again. It was easy. We knew that we were going to do just what we wanted. It was instantaneous, simultaneous. Blood was pounding through me. I felt incredibly alive.
Nina crossed her arms, and scooped her tight tee shirt over her head. I could clearly see her bullet nipples and their aureolae through her thin white bra. She had just the right amount of flesh to be the trim side of voluptuous. Her belly curved a little over the hip-hugging waistband of her jeans. Mmmmmm... I twisted the rods and closed the Venetian blinds, and then I did something I've always longed to do. I swept everything from my desk onto the floor. Except for the monitor and keyboard, of course. There's reality and fantasy! Nina took her cue. She tugged down her jeans, and unable to wait, I dropped to my knees, and helped her, dragging the stiff fabric over her ripe arse, exposing her thong, the neatly trimmed triangle of brown pubic hair, and the frondy moistness of it at the lips of her cunt, just visible through black lace.
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