“I am fucked” I thought to myself “barely in this job a month, and I’m going to be brought up in front of HR for harassment. Maybe I can argue it was just a pattern in the pants? I mean, nothing happened. But she had clearly seen it, there’s nothing I can do to change that. Shit, shit, shit”.
“Alright Rob, well enjoy the coffee, and the weekend if I don’t see before you go. Gotta compliment you again on the style today. I only just noticed the chinos your wearing…I like what I see” she gave me a look that was at once innocent and devious. I wasn’t sure how to respond. I wasn’t even sure what she had taken from the whole fiasco. Had she even seen my bulge? She must have. And if she did, was that comment a little joke to diffuse the tension, or something closer to what I was feeling for her? All I knew at that point was I had to sign these documents and get straight out of there.
The car journey from the office was a haze. My body was in automatic moving the gearstick and steering wheel through muscle memory as my mind replayed the curve of Alice’s ass over and over again. When I arrived home, I found the apartment empty. I lay on the bed, checked my phone, and saw a text from Jane to say she was out for a walk and would be home later that evening. I started to put my phone away, when I had a sudden thought. I got out of WhatsApp and went on to Instagram. After a quick search, I found what I was looking for. Alice’s Instagram page. We had all added one another within the office over the first couple of weeks, but I never really used my phone, so this was my first time viewing her page. Scrolling past a variety of photos of her looking stunning in ball gowns, summer dresses, and hiking gear, I stopped when I found a post from her holiday to Greece.
I slid greedily from right to left, devouring photos of her in tiny bikinis, short videos of her dancing and singing with girlfriends as her breasts bounced up and down. Without even realising, I began stroking my cock. Taking my trousers down, I jerked my throbbing erection, fixated on her bouncing breasts. I was getting closer and closer to cumming, but wanted to last longer, so slowed myself before building up pace again. As I sped up for the final time, drooling over the images and videos, I suddenly became aware of Jane standing at the side of the bed.
Before I could say anything, I felt myself cum uncontrollably all over my screen.
“Jesus, Jane, you nearly gave me a heart attack” I sighed, as I struggled with my heavy breathing.
“We’ll I’m sorry I missed all the fun” she said, handing me some tissues from the bedside locker to clean myself up. “What’s tickled your fancy today? I would have joined if you waited a while”.
Me and Jane had been together long enough to know each other inside out, including sexually. Jane’s thrill was public sex. She loved to fuck anywhere there was a chance of getting caught. Bathroom stalls, steam rooms, parks, you name it.
Sometimes we watched porn together and played with each other, or ourselves. So when she saw my cum covered phone was on an Instagram page rather than a porn site, she was initially surprised.
“Is that…Instagram? Whose page are you on?”
I had discussed fantasies about colleagues with Jane before and it was no big deal. She had done the same, and the trust between us meant neither one felt concerned about it. But to have been caught masturbating to a colleague was new territory, and I wasn’t sure how to proceed.
“That’s one of the women you work with, right?” Jane’s tone was one of curiousity rather than jealousy. “Let’s have a look then” she teased.
Taking the now clean phone into her hands, she scrolled through what seemed like an endless stream of photos and videos from Alice’s account. “She’s stunning” Jane whispered eventually, “there’s not something going on here that I should know about, is there?”
“No, genuinely nothing at all” I managed to say. “Just found myself scrolling on her page and got carried away”.
I was expecting Jane to return the phone and leave it there, but she was still fixated on the screen in front of her. “Is she single?” Jane asked in a tone I hadn’t quite heard before.
“Ah, I think so, yeah. It’s never really come up. She’s quite new to Monaco as well”.
“Well let’s arrange a dinner then, the 3 of us. Newbies like us should get to know one another”.
Jane had never been with a women, but there was definitely something in her eyes as she stared at Alice’s pictures that went beyond a passing interest. I had walked in on her watching lesbian porn enough to know she was always interested in the prospect of being with another woman. She talked about her desire to stick her face between a big pair of breasts, and to have a woman go down on her. My initial instinct was that her desire for a sit down meal with Alice was to make friends and broaden her social circle in Monaco, but maybe there was more to it. Was I imagining that lustful look, or had Jane plans that went beyond friendship?
It was the following Thursday that we all went for dinner. I mentioned it to Alice as breezily as I could, and to my relief she was excited by the idea. We agreed to meet for 8pm at an Italian restaurant not far from where we lived. Jane’s gorgeous figure and natural features meant she generally dressed down for nights out and still caught everyone’s eye, but I noticed she had gone above and beyond for this dinner. She was wearing beige culottes that squeezed in at her waist and accentuated her already generous rear. Through the partially see-through fabric, her black thong outlined the shapely roundness of her ass. Closing out the ensemble was a tight crop top which revealed her tanned, flat stomach, and clung to her petit breasts.
I spoke gently into her ear “You look amazing Jane…someone you’re trying to impress?”
She blushed, knowing that I had noticed the extra effort she had gone to in her appearance. “Well, if she’s sexy enough for you to cream yourself over, I’d like to make a good first impression” she quipped.
Just as I was about to tease her some more, we both looked up from our booth hidden in the corner of the restaurant to see Alice being guided towards us. It wasn’t just Jane who had pulled out all the stops. Alice’s lips were painted a deep ruby red. It looked like she had been poured into her little black dress, the satin fabric clinging to her hourglass figure. A pearl necklace hung just above the cleavage of her ample bosom, and though the dress wasn’t as short as casual Friday, I could feel the same tightness in the front of my pants.
Dinner came and went, along with jokes, personal histories, and a few bottles of red wine. Rising above the loud laughter of the table, Jane called for a new topic, drunkenly shushing us both so she could speak
“ok, new game” she said, with devilment in her eyes “never have I ever”.
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