Chapter 2

It had been almost two weeks since my visit to the lovely Mona and to be honest, I was thinking of asking my dad for a sub so that I could go again before payday.

I knew in my heart that Mona could become an expensive habit but as many of you will know at that age hormones run strong and my old habit of wanking had become less fun now, I had had a taste of the real thing and I wanted more!

The working day had ended and I was knackered so I decided that rather than take the bus home I would see if my dad could drop me back home. I wandered up towards the offices.

The shop floor staff were not allowed up here normally but everyone knew who I was and no one questioned me, my dad’s PA Mrs Jones was as always at her desk. Everyone called Mrs Jones Mrs Jones even my dad, I think she had been with the company since the year dot.

“Good afternoon, young man,” she said with a smile, “Are you here to see your father?”

I told her I was after a lift home.

“He is just interviewing a new bookkeeper, he should not be too long,” she said and smiled at me, she had known me all my life and I had spent many hours being babysat in the office by her, we chatted for a while, she asked me how I was enjoying my job and stuff like that. It was just polite conversation really.

After a while, the telephone rang and Mrs Jones had to answer it so I took a seat and leafed through some magazines. After around half an hour my dad popped his head around the door and called Mrs Jones in and waved a hello to me before heading back into his office.

It was a full ten minutes later before Dad came out with his briefcase tucked under his arm.

“Right son, we have just hired a new bookkeeper so let’s go home,” he said and shouted cheerio to Mrs Jones, On the way home, he explained that the last bookkeeper had left us suddenly due to illness and that he had been looking for the right person for a while and that this one could start right away which was a bonus as the records were in a bit of a mess.

I did not meet the new bookkeeper until two days later, the warehouse phone rang and Bob shouted over that I was wanted by Mrs Jones, she wanted me to run some errands.

I walked up to the offices and met Mrs Jones; she took me across the main office into a smaller side office that I had never been in before. I looked around the office, it looked like a bomb had gone off, paperwork was stacked everywhere, floor to ceiling.

It was then I met Marcia Evans the company’s new bookkeeper.

She was around 30 years old, a West Indian lady with a smile that lit up the room and a laugh that filled it!

She was around five foot tall and had big hips and even bigger tits, tits that shook every time she laughed which I found out was often, there was not much that did not make Marcia Evans laugh. She shook my hand and we exchanged hellos.

Mrs Jones told me that for the rest of the week, I was to help Ms Evans with any tasks she had and that Bob knew I would be gone all week. My dad had had a word with him so he knew the score.

As soon as Mrs Jones left the room Marcia stood up hands on hips and smiled at me.

“It is not Ms Evans it’s Marcia by the way!” she said, with a beaming smile.

“Right we need to get this office cleaned up, we need boxes to stack all of the paperwork into,” she said with a smile, I told her I could get my hands on some and went back to the warehouse, grabbing a pack of the fold-up boxes that we use to transport stock and a roll of heavy-duty tape.

When I got back to Marcia’s office she was on her hands and knees looking through piles of invoices, her tight skirt was stretched over her big bum and I felt a jolt of excitement in my trousers.

I coughed polity and she shuffled around. Her top had dropped and the first thing I saw were two huge black tits swaying in a white bra and that jolt of excitement shot through my whole body. My cock twitched in my trousers and my voice went up an octave!

I had been amazed at the size of Mona’s tits but Marcia’s were much bigger.

“Right Mr,” she said with a smile, “Each stack of paperwork goes into a box, is labelled and then stacked in the corridor outside, okay?”

“Okay, Ms Evans,” I replied, never once taking my eyes off her melons.

“And please call me Marcia okay,” she said giving me a wink.

“Okay Marcia,” I replied and started to get the boxes built up.

It took us the whole day to empty the office by the time we had finished the corridor outside was stacked with boxes. It was hard work made even harder by Marcia shuffling around, either giving me a view of that big, gorgeous arse or those big black titties.

I heard the factory buzzer sound for the end of the working day and heard the shuffling as the office girls all made their way to the stairs. Marcia looked around with a broad smile.

“That’s a good start, now we have the office back we can start to deal with that mountain of paperwork,” she said, her accent pure Jamaican.

“It should not take long Marcia,” I replied.

“Well, it is nice to have a nice strong man to help. Pity I do not have one like you at home,” she said looking around the office.

“How come?” I asked, never one to let an opportunity pass me by.

“Well, I moved to take this job, my furniture is being delivered this weekend,” she said, “I used a cheap haulier and they only drop to the ground floor and my flat is on the third floor.”

“Hey if you need a hand, give me a shout okay,” I said, hoping not to sound too eager.

“I could not ask you to do that, to give up your weekend, “she said with one of those trademark smiles, “Anyway it’s time to go home.”

And with that, she grabbed her handbag and we made our way out of the factory.

It took the rest of the week to sort out the paperwork, each box was checked and either filed or passed onto the department that really should be dealing with it.

It was midday on Friday when my dad stopped by to see how we were doing, the office was now all in place, and the boxes had all gone.

“I am very impressed,” he said looking around, “You have both worked your socks off, why don’t you take the rest of the day off?”

I did not need telling twice and it seemed neither did Marcia, as we headed out of the factory gates, I turned to say goodbye she stopped.

“Hey, is that offer of help still on for tomorrow?” she said in her lilting Jamaican accent.

I replied that it was and she scribbled her address down for me,

“Okay, I will see you at nine-ish tomorrow,” I said trying not to sound too eager.

And with a huge smile, she was gone, I watched her sway down the road and wondered what she would be like without clothes on, luckily by the time my bus came my erection had gone!

I awoke the next morning and was up and out by seven-thirty, I took the bus as far as I could then walked the rest of the way to Marcia’s flat, stopping only to grab a bunch of flowers from a petrol station.

The flats had no lifts and I knew this would be hard work but hey sometimes hard work had its rewards. I knocked on the door and Marcia answered it. She was dressed in jeans and a white tee-shirt, a tee-shirt that was straining against the swell of her tits. I handed her the flowers and she smiled. My eyes would not leave the pattern of her huge bra under the tee shirt.

“Thank you, Zak, a moving-in present, it will be my first and last, I think,” she said dolefully.

“Do you have no family, Marcia?” I asked and regrated asking as it seemed rude.

She explained that she had come to England with her brother but he could not find work and missed home, he had gone back but she liked it here and decided to stay, although she had not liked Liverpool so had decided a fresh start was in order.

“So, you are my only friend around here,” Her voice seemed a little sad before I could answer we heard a truck pulling up outside.

The haulage company really did only offer a basic service, no amount of cajoling would make them do more than they were paid for, they dumped all the boxes and furniture on the front garden and with their paperwork signed off, they went on their way.

There was no point looking at it, so we started to carry the furniture up, it was tough work but luckily Marcia did not have that much stuff. Once the furniture was in, we started on the boxes. It was a hot day and after a dozen trips up the stairs, sweat was running off me.

But to be honest, I got in the zone and stuck to the task, not really noticing what Marcia was doing, I just humped box after box after box. All the hard work in the factory has paid off. I was used to humping stuff around.

It was nearly three o’clock by the time we had finished and the flat was now starting to look like a home. Marcia offered me a glass of water and we both crashed on the one double-seated sofa she had.

“I stink,” I said smiling at her. It had been a warm day!

“Don’t worry about it, so do I!” she laughed, “thank you so much, I could never have done that alone.”

“Hey, it was no problem” I replied.

“Look how about you go home and get changed and I will cook us some dinner?” she said patting my leg.

“That sounds good to me,” I said, my eyes feasting on her tits.

It took me around two hours to get home, have a cheeky wank in the shower and return to Marcia’s flat. I knocked on the door and there was no answer, I knocked again and after about ten minutes was about to give up and go home.

I tried one more time and this time I heard a muffled hello from behind the door. At first, I was worried but then the door opened and Marcia stood there, just as she was when I left but looking a little more dishevelled.

“Sorry I must have fallen asleep,” she said looking shameful.

“Hey, it’s okay we can have dinner another time,” I said, trying not to show my disappointment.

“No, no ... look do you like pizza?” she smiled.

I was a teenage boy, there was only one answer wasn’t there!