The Office Junior – Part 7 by mistermonster

I had heard from Becky that she was going to make it into work today. She thought that she had got food poisoning from a cold piece of pizza that she had for morning tea after I left but was feeling a lot better.I pulled into the car park and walked into reception. Sarah was sitting behind the desk and smiled at me when she looked up.

“Hello Micky. Good weekend?”

“Yeah pretty good thanks.”

“I bet”, she winked at me.

Sarah was looking great. I really don’t know why I hadn’t noticed before. She was dressed in a tight sweater that accentuated her small but shapely breasts and flat stomach. She had a short tight black skirt on with black tights and knee high boots. Her body was slim but very toned – her mountain biking was paying off in the ‘looking good’ stakes.

“How was the rest of your weekend Sarah?”

“Yeah not too bad. Just spent some time with friends and biking around the hills.”

“Maybe I should get into this cycling lark. Looks like it is great for the body”, I said returning her wink.

“Anytime Micky. Just let me know.”

“I will”, I walked through the door into the office.

After a long and interesting weekend I was happy to be getting back into work. I was genuinely interested to see how things would go with Becky.

I got to my desk and switched everything on. Carol was already in. She was fussing about someone taking her milk out of the work fridge. I tuned her out. I had a message from Malcolm letting me know that he wouldn’t be coming in due to ill health. To be honest he sounded awful on the phone.

Becky breezed into the office about 10 minutes after I arrived. She was wearing a short mid-thigh skirt, comfortable flat shoes and a loose fitting white shirt. Her hair was in a ponytail and she showed no lingering effect of her tummy bug.

“Hi everyone”, she happily sang.

Carol looked up and replied with her usual uninterested self.

“Hi Rebecca, did you have a good weekend?” I asked.

“Yes thanks Micky, it was one of the best weekends I have in a while.”

She shot me a little grin and sat down at her desk.

I would love to say that the morning was filled with titillating details and stolen moments of passion but that would be a lie. We were busy. Really busy. I hardly even had time to look up and catch a cheeky look at Becky’s cleavage. Likewise, Becky had a ton of admin going on and interaction was at a minimum.

I had lunch with Becky and Robert. It was just the normal chat of a Monday afternoon. The rumour around the office was that large woman that Simon went home with after the party had was the ex-wife of Brian Saggart (the company’s Global Financial Manager). Nothing was said about the incident with Terry. I think we were hoping that it was a one off.

After lunch we got back to our jobs and the whirlwind began again.

Around 3 o’clock I got an instant message – not from Becky but from Sarah.

S – So did you fuck her?

I stared wide eyed at the massive assumption on my screen.

M – Not sure if that’s your business

S – Of course it’s my business. I want to know if you looked after her.

M – I got her back to hers in one piece.

S – And then did you fuck her?

If she was going to play that game then I was going to go on the attack.

M – Well no actually (Which wasn’t really a lie). She was, however, telling me about being fingered by someone though. Any idea who that might have been??

S – Oh that was definitely me. There was no way I was passing up that opportunity. And besides I only did it cause she was kissing me and feeling me up.

M – Oh?

S – Yep. She’s a great kisser.

M – How did that happen?

S – She was thanking me for calming her down after you guys turfed out that douche bag who was stalking her. I took her into the toilets later on to get her face sorted and she had another cry. I gave her a hug and she kissed me.

M – Bit of a shock?

S – Yeah. But nice.

M – So then what?

S – Look at you wanting all the details

M – Of course

S – Jealous?

M – More annoyed that I didn’t get to see any of it.

S – Oooooo look at you Mr. Perv

M – So it didn’t just stop at kissing then?

S – Nope. I took her into a cubicle and we had a little make out session

M – doing what?

S – Are you getting turned on by this Mister Micky?

M – Would it be wrong if I said yes?

S – Not at all. I was going to just kiss her a little more. She wanted a little more though.

M – Like?

S – Well she was kissing my neck (which felt amazing by the way) and her hands were feeling up my arse

M – Is that all?

S – She unzipped my dress a little which meant she could lick and suck my tits….which she did…….a lot!

I looked up at Becky and she glanced up and smiled. I gave her a little wink which she returned with a little air kiss. This girl was unlike any girl I had been with before.

M – Did that feel nice?

S – VERY nice.

M – And then?

S – Micky! This is so not like you.

M – Well to be honest Sarah it doesn’t seem to be much like you either. And yet here we are.

S – Are you getting hard?

M – SARAH!!!!!

S – Well are you??

M – Maybe

S – So imagine how hard you’d get if you knew that she also rubbed my pussy as well?

M – Over or under your panties?

S – Who said I was wearing panties?

M – So……were you?

S – let’s just say that her fingers were very wet when she finished.

M – Did you cum?

S – Mmmmmmm…..I certainly did.

M – So what I saw was the end of the night for you two?

S – Well I was hoping it was going to be the beginning but apparently she was more interested in you.

M – Do you blame her…lol

S – Not really. I can imagine you are a pretty good fuck.

M – Oh you do, do you.

S – Of course. I know about 3 or 4 girls in the office that would fuck you.

M – I didn’t know

S – Ha ha….of course you didn’t. You’re a guy….completely oblivious to all that is happening around you.

M – Well don’t I feel foolish.

S – Hold on a sec

I sat back in my chair and tried to put everything I was hearing into order. I seemed to be at the epicentre of a sexual revolution in my life. I have heard of purple patches but this was ridiculous. Hot 19 year old ready to fuck at any time. Hot receptionist seemingly willing to join in any fun. Hot next door neighbours willing to enjoy private sex shows with me. I had apparently died and gone to sex heaven – literally all my dreams were coming true – and this from a guy who hadn’t had sex for almost a year prior to this weekend.

My instant messenger popped up again.

S – Sorry – had to send some messages through. Going to have to sign off for the day as the boss is needing some work done

M – That’s OK – busy girl

S – What’s your personal mobile number? Never know when I might need to chat.

I gave her my number and she signed off. Although I wasn’t hard I was feeling very horny. I instant messaged Becky.

M – Fancy a quick drive?

B – Yes please – get me out of here!!

I stood up and announced that I was going on a coffee run. We have a coffee shop just down from the office that is a favorite amongst the staff. Every now and then a Manager will shout those in earshot a coffee. I collected about 8 or 9 orders.

“Becky – can you help me with these?”

She looked up with the slightest trace of a grin, “Yep. Let me just finish this.”

“OK. I’ll meet you down in the car park.”

I walked down to reception and saw Sarah.

“Just going on a coffee run. Want anything?”

“No I’m fine.”

I hung around a bit, “How’s the job load going?”

“Not too bad. Better to be busy than bored. How’s your cock”, she said with a cheeky grin.

“It’s pretty good.”

Just then the sound of footsteps came from the corridor and Becky burst through the reception door.

“Oh hi Sarah. We’re just going on a coffee run, do you want anything?”

“No I’m OK sweetie.”

“Okay – come on Micky I still have work to do.”

I gave Sarah a wink and walked after Becky, appreciating the wonderful swing in her hips and her naked legs. We hopped into the car and I immediately took my phone out. I called the coffee shop and placed the order telling them that I would be there in about 15 minutes. I started the car and drove out of the car park.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard”, I said to Becky.

Becky whipped her head around and with a smile said, “we’re still getting coffee right?”

As I drove she lifted up her skirt so I could see her panties (which were black lace). She reached over and started to undo my trousers while I was driving. She appreciated that we were on the clock.

Our office is situated at the very end of an industrial area at the edge of town. Behind our back fence is an old farm and a disused park. I steered the car onto the old gravel road and turned into the old park. I drove into a small car park that was shielded from sight by heavy overhanging trees and bushes.

By the time I turned the car off Becky and already undone my belt, buckle and zipper. She had her hand down my boxers and was stroking me to full length. Her other hand was rubbing her pussy, getting her juices flowing.

I undid my seat belt and pulled my trousers and boxers down. Becky stopped rubbing and undid her seat belt as well. She lifted her bottom off the seat and pulled her panties off so that they fell into the foot well.

She pushed herself up off the seat and half climbed through to the back seat. She held herself up with her hands on the back seat of the car, her naked arse was pointing forward with her knees straddling the centre console. I put one knee on the driver’s seat and one on the passenger seat and lined my cock up with her pussy.

I moved the head up and down a few times to allow some lubrication and then when I was sure I would enter her easily I thrust forward.

She groaned as my cock entered her. I felt her pussy stretch to accommodate me. Her natural juices allowing me to slip inside her. But this wasn’t about romance. This was about a quickie. As soon as I felt that she was wet enough I picked up the pace of my thrusts.

I could see my cock jackhammering into her cunt. The sound of my crotch slapping up against her arse filled the car. As I increased my pace she arched her back so that her arse stuck out even more. All I could hear was slapping and muffled shrieks of pleasure. I reached in between her legs and with my thumb rubbed her clit. She was sopping wet. I took her wetness on my thumb and rubbed it around her pretty pink arsehole. I coated her in her own juices and applied pressure against her arse with my thumb while my hand lay on the small of her back. I watched as her puckered arsehole slowly relaxed against my thumbs probing pressure. I continued to pound her soaked cunt as the tip of my thumb disappeared into her anus.