Heather

It didn’t take long for Heather’s charm to cast a spell on me.

From day one, Heather struck me as being the very definition of a “MILF” – a full-figured brunette with curves in all the right places. Her regular gym workouts and participation in charity runs gave her strong, toned legs. A playful personality, bubbly laugh and sweet smile completed the package. Heather had two boys aged five and eight and was in her mid-thirties – but she could easily have passed for younger.

Heather worked part-time as a filing clerk in our office. She was responsible for maintaining and updating the systems that recorded file locations, and for recording and distributing the morning’s transit amongst the team.

Her daily visits to my desk rapidly became a highlight. Heather would place my post down next to me, and as she leaned forward to do so, I would be afforded a prime view of her shapely torso. Her outfits were classy but well-fitted – and although she did not wear low-cut tops, her ample cleavage still made quite the impression.

Joanna

Joanna

Hungover from the night before, Chris stumbled out of the shower and headed downstairs towards the kitchen, in search of orange juice. If nothing else, the OJ would quench his first – even if it could do nothing for the pounding in his head.

The living room had been a tip the night before, at least, that was how Chris last remembered it. At some point in between then and now, the scattered bottles and empty cans had been scooped up. Good, Chris thought dimly – perhaps we can sort this out in time, and Marcus’ parents won’t hit the roof when they get back.

There was a clinking of glass coming from the kitchen, Marcus cleaning up. Chris stumbled through to join him.

However, it wasn’t Marcus in the kitchen. Instead it was Marcus’ mother who was sorting the empties and the dirty crockery.

Chris froze. She glanced back to him “Hello, Chris. I see you boys had fun last night.”

Shit. This wasn’t supposed to happen. “M-Mrs Parker. Hi. Yes. We did. Sorry”.