Under Construction - 5 Minute Erotic Fiction
When work becomes a little bit more about play...
I sat at the little wooden bistro table in my kitchen, the kettle on the counter rumbled to a boil as I ripped open the post. Gas bill, electric, water... it's never ending, I knew it was going to be hard on my own but this was ridiculous. Since Chris had moved out I'd had to take on his half of the rent too and my little office job as the Site Secretary, was barely enough to afford food, let alone run a home.
Doing mathematical gymnastics in my head, I made myself a brew. £7.93 in my account, 3 weeks until payday and rent due last week, I shoved the letters in the drawer and went to shower for work, it's not like I could pay it anyway, so there was no point in reading about it.
I dressed in my usual pencil skirt and smart shirt, although it was mainly workmen in and out of the office, we did sometimes have the Architects in and the boss liked you to impress. I grabbed my keys and bag and headed out the house. It's a nice little drive, never much traffic but the petrol prices were killing me as much as the bills were, so on the pretence of healthy lifestyle, I opted to walk.
"Morning Lainey" - James from the florist sang out and handed me a rose as I passed. "A beautiful flower for a beautiful lady."
"You're such a charmer, James. If only you were ten years younger" I giggled at him.
He blows me a kiss, tips his hat toward me and disappears back inside.
It had been the same every day since I'd moved in, Jim was 82 and never missed a day of work. He'd retired 20 years ago but, still he would be there every morning, beaming and bright just like his flowers. If I had to give up the flat, I think he'd be one of the things I'd miss most. He knew everyone and had a good word for them all, there weren't too many like him left.
"Watch it! Can't you look where your bloody going woman!" The voice boomed into the quiet morning. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention, I..I.." I stammered. "Y..y..y you" he mimicked "..need to open ya fucking eyes, is what you need!" and with that, he picked up his newspaper that I'd knocked out of his hand and stormed off up the street. "PRICK!" I shouted after him. I know I should've been looking where I was going but that was a bit unnecessary.
As I rounded the corner, my shabby little porta cabin office came into view. It wasn't much but it was the one place on site that the lads always respected... mainly because it was where the good snacks were kept. I clocked in and climbed the stairs to the meeting room, 3 new starters were already sat waiting for me. "'bout fuckin' time love, we've been 'ere 'alf hour already!" the voice seethed. "Half hour yeah, funny that. You were doing an outstanding job of being an arsehole, not ten minutes ago!" I spat. I straightened myself up and looked him straight in the eyes. "How about you take your head out of your arse, sign the damn forms and get to fucking work. Did I stutter this time?" I snarled. That had his attention!
A faint look of recognition spread across his face, as I stood hands on hips glaring at him. "Oooo look who's in charge! Gonna throw your handbag at me next?" he mocked.
"Leave it out, Rob, She's just doing her job" said one of the other guys. He reached for the pile of papers I was holding "These mine?" he asked. "Yeah, sign at the bottom and then go through to next door and watch the safety video. Jack will take you round site and if you need anything, my office is through there." I replied. "That's Rob, I'm Spencer and that's Billy" he pointed as he spoke. "Lainey" I shook his hand politely as I said it and they left.
"Fucking great, how long is that jackass gonna be around?" I hadn't realised I'd said it out loud until someone cleared their throat behind me. I tuned to see Rob smirking at me, "Jackass hmm, I've been called worse" he mused. "Doesn't surprise me, I mean what is your problem?" I asked. "Look, I'm sorry about this morning, no hard feelings, yeah?" he held out his hand for me to shake. I reciprocated, my job was hard enough without an enemy on my case all day. As his fingers closed around mine, the devils doorbell in my knickers was screaming to be pushed. I wanted to hurt him this morning... now I wanted him to 'hurt' me and in the most delicious way.
I snatched my hand back from him and excused myself from the room "These files aren't going to take care of themselves and you've got a briefing to get to" I didn't give him a chance to reply, the more space I could put between us the better.
I sat down at my desk and opened my emails, I had back to back meetings for most of the week and my boss Daniel, wasn't exactly available. If he wasn't schmoozing clients and drinking too much at lunch, then he was screwing Chloe from accounting and forgetting to turn up at all. I just hoped that Jack could fake it well enough, I needed this job and the job needed these clients.
At about 11am I got up to stretch my legs, my tête-à-tête with Rob this morning wouldn't leave my mind and the tell tale throb between my legs was becoming impossible to ignore. I checked the appointments and then set the phone to voicemail. I grabbed my handbag and raced to the toilets - being the only woman, I got complete privacy in a block of my own. I slip inside and lock the door behind me, I reach into my bag and pull out a sleek leather case. The perfect pocket size vibrator twinkles naughtily back at me with its pretty rose gold finish. I lean back against the counter and move my panties to the side, my fingers slide between the slick folds of my pussy. I close my eyes and imagine it's him, that dirty mouth of his claiming me as his fingers slide deeper and deeper into me. I click the vibrator on and snake it across the silken lips, as it connects with my sweet spot a faint "oh" escapes me.
I grip the counter, I'm so close but I can't quite get there. "Need a hand with that?" a voice almost growls. My eyes fly open, the fact that I had been caught only spurs on the urgency of my orgasm. I don't say a word but continue to play, I've never been watched before and with that hungry look on his face I'm at the point of no return.
He drops to his knees and takes my toy from me, his tongue flicks across my swollen mound, he slides a finger into me, then a second and a third. He stands to find my mouth "taste it!" he squeezes my cheeks together so my mouth falls open, he lets my juice drip from his tongue to mine...
"Lainey Love, You alright in there" An urgent sounding Jack is banging on the door....
Keep your eyes peeled for Part 2 to find out quite naughty Lainey can be!