Chapter 1

When my boss asked me if I would mind a six-month secondment to the offices of one of our sister companies I jumped at the chance. I had just been involved in a nasty break up after three years with my girlfriend and my life was very much in the doldrums. He told me I was there to oversee the implementing of some new procedures; the company would rent a house for me because six months in a hotel would be awfully expensive. That suited me, I preferred my own space, and I had done my fair share of living out of suitcases in hotels.

It was a no-brainer for me, to be fair. The break would do me the world of good and time away would give me the chance to rebuild my life without seeing things and people that just reminded me of my EX.

So, two weeks later I packed everything I would need into my car and headed off to the south-west of England with a spring in my step. The drive took over three hours and was very pleasant in the morning sun. The roads were empty and with a good CD on the car stereo, the journey went well.

My satnav took me to a great little village, it was a typical English village. There were a few terraced houses but most of the places were detached houses or cottages, there were a village pub and cricket ground with a small pavilion next to each other. I did not see a shop but that did not matter as I would be working in the local town and I could always shop there.

The house that the company had rented for me was genuinely nice, it was furnished, and although not really to my taste it would do me for the short time I was there. When I arrived, the owner showed me around and gave me a rundown of all the local amenities. The weekend was spent moving the little stuff I had brought with me into the house, and after some shopping to fill the cupboards and fridge I sat in the back garden with a beer and book wondering what the next few weeks would bring.

I was stopping in a little village half an hour’s drive from the office so that Monday morning I set off early to make sure I was in the office on time, and as it was, I was really early as there was little traffic on the road. I was shown my office and given the tour of the business, there were lots of new faces and names to learn. The IT team sorted me out with a laptop and an email account.

The first week seemed to fly by, I was given an assistant, Mary. Mary was a pensioner who stunk of cheap perfume and seemed to know all the gossip around the office. She spent all her time in the canteen garnering information and ideally gossiping with the girls from the typing pool She showed me around and introduced me to people that I would be dealing with. She made me tea and made sure I had some lunch every day. The offices had a canteen that served drinks all day, and food at breakfast time and lunchtime, and she defiantly seemed to like spending as much of her time in there as she could, catching up on or creating gossip.

Friday night seemed to come all too fast...

I had tons of work to get through for a meeting on Monday, so apart from a meal in the local pub I was glued to my laptop all weekend. So, on Monday morning I was in early again, at my desk well before eight and raring to go. The meeting was with the company’s accounts team.

The team was made up of dozen or so women and girls led by a dickhead of an accountant that just seemed to want to talk over everyone and make ridiculous claims about his ability. He was a real piece of work, the type that thinks the company would close down if he were not there to look after it. I am sure we have all met them and trust me if you have met anyone like that then you are like that.

After the meeting one of the girls came over to say hello. She was a real sight for sore eyes. She was pretty with a real girl next door look about her. She was slim but stacked, I guess her tits were not huge, but on such a slim girl they just looked huge and full.

She told me her name was Stacey, we got chatting and I found out that she had seen me in the pub on Sunday as she lived in the same village. To be fair I thought nothing of our chat until three days later, I had been at the office for a couple of hours when I went out to grab something from the car. Stacey was just walking in; she looked like a drowned rat. The rain had been bad since the early hours, and she looked like she had been stood in it for hours.

“Are you okay Stacey?” I asked.

“Yea, I am fine thanks,” she smiled her cute smile at me even though she looked well and truly pissed off,

“Are you sure?” I asked genuinely concerned.

“Yes, it takes two buses and a long walk to get here, and in bad weather, like this, it is pretty crap,” she said, and her smile faded.

I had no idea she did not drive; I had never thought to ask. She wandered off to her office and I headed out to my car. Later that afternoon I emailed her asking her to pop down to my office and she arrived looking tired.

“Is everything okay, Stacey?” I enquired.

“Yes, just been a long day, it takes an hour and a half journey each way!” she said, “it is worse in the winter when the roads are bad, the buses are always late!”

“Well, how about I give you a lift, “I said, “after all, we live in the same village, so it makes sense,”

Her face lit up and her smile beamed out at me, it made my day seeing her change from a glum girl to a happy girl!

“Are you sure, I don’t want to put you out?” she asked but her face told me she was more than happy to accept the offer.

I have always thought it is nice to be nice...

“No, it’s not a problem, I will be leaving tonight at about five to five fifteen, is that okay?” I said it felt good to have brought a smile to her cute face.

She offered to pay something toward the petrol, but it was a company car, so I told her not to be daft. It would be nice to have someone to chat with on the drive into work. Plus, she could fill me in on the place I would be living in for the next six months.

So, a deal was struck. It worked out pretty well for us both, every night she walked down to my office, waited for me to finish whatever I was doing and once I had logged off, we car shared home. She lived two streets down from me, so it was not adding any time to my journey. So, every night I dropped her off, and every morning I picked her up from the corner of her street.

The first night we hardly said anything, but as the days passed, she started to chat about music, life, her job, and family. I found out she lived with her mom and her younger sister. Her father had walked out on them when she and her sister were both babies, her mother was still single and reading between the lines it sounded like times were hard in their house.

I also found out that Stacey had a boyfriend called Andy he was older than her by a couple of years. She was 21, so fifteen years younger than me. She was extremely chatty, and it was nice to have a natter during those boring drives. The longer we car-shared the more friendly we became.

She told me the best places to eat, she told me about a great shop in town that was half a book shop and half a record shop. She told me about the village and some of the characters that lived there.

We soon got into a pleasant routine. She was pleased with the lifts as she told me she got a nice lay-in every morning, and an hour more at home every evening. This carried on for a few weeks until one Monday morning when she was quiet on the morning journey and looked a little sad on the home journey.

It was obvious there was something up and I probed her gently but was not forthcoming and I was not sure how far to push it.

As she got in the car the next morning her mood had not improved. She was obviously in no mood to chat. I was worried about it all day and decided on the way home to broach the subject with her. So that evening as we pulled off the car park, I just came out with it.

“So, Stacey love, what’s upsetting you? You are clearly not yourself and have not been for a couple of days” I asked, trying to sound as sympathetic as I could.

“It’s nothing really” she replied, her voice catching a little. It was obvious that was a lie!

“It’s a big nothing to have you this down, your normally chatty” I replied “Look, whatever it is, perhaps I can help out”

“I’d rather not talk about it, to be honest, Zak,” she replied. There was a palpable sadness in her voice.

I could tell from her voice she was upset so I decided not to push the issue. I dropped her off and went home. Later that evening she texted me to say she was not going to work the next day and to say sorry for being a moody cow. I replied that she should not worry about it. I did not see or hear from her until the following Friday evening. I did bump into her team leader in the canteen and he told me she had called in sick.

I had just settled down to eat when there was a knock at the door, it was Stacey. I invited her in, and she looked no happier than earlier in the week. I sat her down on the sofa and got her a drink. She was dressed in jeans that really showed off her great legs and cute arse, and a t-shirt that did little to hide her obvious charms.

She really had not been at the back of the queue when they handed out the boobs and she must have been cold as her nipples were pointing out.

“Zak, I am sorry if I have been off with you, obviously I have not been ill, I just could not face coming into work,” she told me as she sipped her drink.

“It’s okay,” I said, “I just wondered if I have, I done something to upset you?”

“It’s not you Zak, you have been so kind to me,” she said, her eyes starting to fill with tears. I reached out for her hand. She smiled at me as she took my hand in hers.

“Look, I don’t know what’s upsetting you, but it may just be that I can do something to help” I replied doing my best to put on a fatherly voice, even though in my head I was having less than fatherly thoughts!

“You are so kind “she sighed, and tears rolled down her cheeks. I got her some tissues from the sideboard.

“And remember a problem shared is a problem halved,” I said as I passed them to her.

She wiped away the tears and blew her nose.

“You’re going to think I am so shallow when I tell you why,” she said, her eyes looking directly into mine.

“Look, if you want to talk about something then I am here for you,” I said, trying to sound caring, at the same time trying not to ogle her pert bouncy breasts, it had been a while!

“I need some advice and there is no one at home or work I could ask,” she said, tears starting to run down her cheeks.

My head started to whirl with ideas of what the issue could be.

“Look I am here to help, no matter what the issue is, “I said and gave her a reassuring smile.

She started to tell me her story, she had met Andy at school, he was two years older than her and she had fallen for him on day one. He was a nice steady guy that worked at a local supermarket. They seemed to have a good life, but she told me he was a little selfish in the bedroom department.

She had, and she blushed as she told me this, only been with him, and had had little to compare him to until she had been on a hen night with some work friends, in the hotel overnight the girls had been discussing their sexual preferences and it soon became evident to her that something was missing in their relationship.

Her face and neck had flushed red as she told the story.

She told me that one of the other account’s girls, Bonny, in particular, had been very vocal about what she liked men to do to her and what she liked to do to her men, I made a mental note of that name!

She slipped her hand out of mine to wipe away her tears again as she told me that Andy was very stuck in his ways when it came to sex, she blushed more as she told me this. It was always the same, they both undressed, he asked for a blow job, he stroked her briefly, and then entered her and after he had finished, he got dressed and went home, and she in her own words got nothing from it at all.

I have to say I was starting to get tight in the trouser department at this point, but I tried not to show it. It really had been a long time since I had any sexual activity, and I could feel my self starting to sweat.

“Have you asked him to do things for you?” I asked, trying not to sound too much like a pervert. Of all the things I thought she might want to talk about this was not on the list.

“Yes, but he just says that’s okay for porn movies, but It’s not for us,” she said sadly, “So I need to ask someone that has more experience if what the other girls tell me they do is true, or are they making it up.”

“I err, well “I started to say

“and you look like a guy that might have had some experience in the past,” she said and smiled at me, In the past? in the past!!

... Did she think I was past my best; I was not that much older than her I thought to myself,

“So, what...” my voice was suddenly slightly high pitched “what have they told you they do?”

She paused for a few seconds and then it all came rushing out...

“Well, Bonny told me her current boyfriend, well, he kisses her downstairs and stuff like that,” she said once again blushing, “and Abby said her man uses a toy, you know, a sex toy, on her”

“Wendy in the HR department,” she said looking away, “You know, the one with the big boobs, well, her man likes to use them to well, well, he likes to cum over them”

My head was filled with that image as I had sat in an induction meeting with her and I could not keep my eyes off her well-filled blouse.

“Clare told us that her man likes to watch her please herself, you know what I mean,” she said, her cheeks were now going blood red as she blushed. I nodded my confirmation.

“Louise told me that her man likes her to dress up and act out little stories” her face was now as red as a beetroot and she was looking very embarrassed.

“And well, Mary, well, I can’t even begin to tell you what she does...” she said, letting out a little nervous giggle. I am glad she did not as my trousers were already very tight in the groin area and I was doing my best to hide my erection.

It was obvious from the way she was talking that she was very inexperienced. I was in a real quandary. On one hand, I wanted to take her upstairs and ravish her, but on the other hand, she was a young inexperienced girl, and I did not want to take advantage of the situation. It was a real moral dilemma, my mind racing as I tried to work out what to do for the best.

“Well, I have to tell you the girls are not telling tall tales, those things are all done by men that want to please their ladies,” I told her, trying to hide the obvious erection that was growing in my trousers, “and by ladies that want to please their men.”

“So do all couples do such things?” she asked, looking me in the eye.

“Sex is a two-way street, and both parties must learn how to please each other,” I told her.

“But Andy told me good girls don’t like such things, he wants me to suck his cock but never once has he tried to lick my ... well, you know, my fanny,” she said, her neck and face still flushed.

I explained that as much as guys love blowjobs, most women loved to receive oral sex, she asked me if it was a dirty or nasty thing for the man to do and I reassured her that it was fine as long as the lady had showered, and it was no different giving a blow job.

We chatted for about half an hour about exchanging oral sex, the whys, and the wherefores, etc., and boy was I uncomfortable throughout the whole chat, not about talking about it, just because I so wanted to take her upstairs and get past the theory lesson and into the practical demonstration. She was obviously still nervous about it, but at least she had a man’s point of view now.

She left my house that evening, and to be honest I had to go and take a cold shower as soon as she had left the house and to be totally honest, I had to take care of business, so to speak, while I was in there. It took no time as I tried to imagine Stacey in there with me.

Saturday was laundry and shopping day, I drove into the local town and filled my trolley with meals for one, and snacks, as well as a few bottles of beer and wine. An afternoon of ironing with my music on full blast was a great antidote to the pressure of work. Saturday evening found me sat in the house, a bottle of beer and a huge pizza on the table, with the television on.

My mobile phone lit up to tell me a text had arrived. It was from Stacey, could she come round? I texted back and awaited her arrival. I turned the TV off and stuck on some music.

She arrived in less than half an hour, and she was obviously far from happy. I got her a beer from the fridge and she sat down. The was a sadness in her eyes and a shadow of darkness on her face.

“So, what or who made you so mad young lady?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Well, it’s him, bloody Andy, he was so negative!” she said, as she took a swig of her beer.

Then there were a few moments of silence, we just sat looking at each other.

“We talked about, well you know what, and he told me he does not care what other people say happens, it’s all bullshit and that stuff only happens in porn movies!” she growled.

“and what did you say to that,” I asked trying not to sound too nosy

“he said girls like that stuff are all slags!” she said with a deep sigh.

She took another gulp of beer...

“So how did you leave it?” I asked, my face was a picture of innocence.

“Well, I told him either he does it for me or that’s us over!” she smiled at me “to be fair, it was turning stale anyway and I need some excitement, I feel like I am missing out on stuff, you know the sort of stuff we talked about”

“So how did he take that?” I asked.