Chapter 8

Seeing her in person felt different this time, especially when I had just masturbated with her clothes and watched her on video doing the dirty in the office. Forcing a calmness that was opposite of what my thumping heart was feeling, I greeted Maiko as a colleague normally would.

James: Yes. Noodles for you?

Maiko gestured to the sandwich she was holding onto and thanked me for the offer. Seeing her in person immediately brought back memories of my earlier act. It was like a drug taking effect on my mind. Having had a taste of her panties and a sniff of her perspiration, I now began to think about her body. Looking at her taking the seat opposite me in the pantry, my eyes lingered on her lips and I found myself paying extra attention to Maiko’s mouth when she brought the huge sandwich to her mouth. When she took a bite, I watched the mayonnaise oozing out onto the side of her lip and I had to discreetly adjust the erection in my pants.

My phone buzzed and it was Rashid again. He told me that Barkar would be coming to the office in 10 minutes and I was to pass him Lydia’s gym bag. I stared at the message and quickly replied.

James (message): What if Lydia asks about her clothes?! Rashid (message): Solutions James. I did not hire you to give me problems. Find your own solutions. Maiko: All okay?

Maiko looked concerned when she saw the sudden frown on my face.

James: Yeah ... yeah, all good.
Maiko: Is it boss?
James: Ermm ... yeah, he asked me about some work stuff. All is good. I’ll handle it.

All was good in the sense that I was about to pass my wife’s worn clothes to my employer.

Maiko: Don’t you think the noodles are rather plain if you eat them without additional toppings? James: Huh? Maiko: Like egg or sausages? James: Hmmm. I was just thinking of a quick dinner fix.

Maiko put down her sandwich and went over to her desk. Opening her drawer, she pulled out a couple of those instant sausages you usually see by the noodle section in convenience stores.

Maiko: Here, have some of these. These are very good. James: Oh, thank you Maiko. Do you eat these often? Maiko: Quite regularly, especially when I stay a bit later in office. James: I see.

My eyes kept drifting to the white stain by the side of Maiko’s lip as we continued to make small talk. When I was about to tell her about the mayonnaise stain, she adjusted her sandwich, squeezing on the wrapper with the intention of pushing it up so she didn’t bite on the paper. She didn’t expect the generous serving of mayonnaise to squirt out from the sandwich and onto her face. It splattered across her lip, nose and a bit landed on her naturally long eyelashes.