Sarahs Sexploits - The Beginning

T Red K

Description

Sarah works in a male-dominated environment and finds herself fantasising and daydreaming about some of the men that work there - especially one of them. When an opportunity presents itself, she initiates a "Friends with Benefits" arrangement with him. A passionate and steamy workplace session follows but when their encounter is captured on camera, Sarah finds herself at the mercy of a new boss who makes it clear that he expects the same. What will she do? What started out as a bit of fun becomes something with far-reaching consequences. This is the first in a series of stories involving Sarah and her sexual escapades with various partners.

Sujets

• Erotic literature

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 22 juin 2012
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781781662663
• Langue: English

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SARAH’S SEXPLOITS: THE BEGINNING

by
K T Red



Publisher Information
Sarah’s Sexploits: The Beginning published in 2012
by Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © K T Red 2012
The right of K T Red to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



Chapter One
I’m a very lucky girl. In fact, I’m a very, very lucky girl. I work for a company where there are one hundred and forty seven employees - and only three are women. You can put the men into two categories. There are the suits - the office boys, the drones that inevitably populate the majority of working environments. Pen pushers; the usual boring, superficial, arrogant type. Designer clothes and expensive colognes not to mention their glowing fake tans. A few of them are very good looking but they know it. They think they’re so special and flirt with me and the other two girls to our presumed - incorrectly - delight. Not my type. Not my type at all.
And then there are the factory workers and engineers - the real men, men who get dirty and sweaty. There’s just something satisfyingly primeval about a man who makes his living with his hands. They’re the ones I watch, the ones I’m interested in. I watch them sometimes from my office window or when I walk through the factory to clock in each morning. The older ones with their easy going charm and self-confidence, their wealth of knowledge and experience who probably know a lot of sinfully wicked tricks. Like the saying goes, there’s many a good tune played on an old fiddle! Young, athletic ones full of vigour and energy, less skillful perhaps but a lot less inhibited - and a lot more enduring. There’s one in particular who catches my eye and gets me warm just by looking at me. Scott.
He’s recently become a father for the second time and, on a recent visit to the factory floor, I accidentally overheard him telling his workmate about his wife’s lack of interest in anything but the new baby. I empathise with her of course - no, I genuinely do - but we all have our basic, animal needs and desires. And these needs and desires have to be satisfied. And let’s be brutally honest here, if our needs aren’t being satisfied at home there will inevitably come a point in time when it becomes soul-destroying and we feel that there is no choice but to seek that satisfaction elsewhere. By the way he moves I’d guess he is more than capable of satisfying a girl’s needs many, many times over. Tall, tanned, dark hair and eyes. He almost glides, stealthy like a big cat - strong and powerful yet graceful at the same time. Oh my God - if he was mine I wouldn’t even let him out of the bedroom. He is simply gorgeous.
What makes him even more attractive is he’s also a really nice man. Funny too. And he’s smart, has a brain - not like some of the other good looking ones who are all show and no substance. Much as I like a bloody good screw with a young fit body, I need a little something upstairs as well. That’s just as exciting, just as arousing - if not more. The mind is just as much of a sexual organ as any other part of the body. Filthy mind, filthy body.
I have to work late tonight finishing the annual stock take. Part of my job includes doing the company payroll - which of course includes the lovely Scott - so I know full well he is scheduled to work the late shift today. I’m having some difficulty in reconciling the actual physical number of traction motors with the number the computer software says we should have. So I’ll have to take a little walk to the factory floor. To double check, you understand. Just to make absolutely sure.
Even the thought of bumping into him is making me hot - and more than a little moist. Since I first met him, I’ve imagined a whole host of different and very sizzling scenarios. Bent over my desk, paperwork scattered all over my office carpet. Up against the wall round the back of the storehouse, my legs wrapped around his waist, gripping him, urging him on. Feeling him explode in my mouth as his moans echo throughout the empty factory. I got so carried away daydreaming about him one day that I had to go to the ladies restroom and relieve myself as quietly as I could - which wasn‘t exactly easy. I’ve never been so grateful that the restroom is discreetly tucked away round the side of the building away from the rest of the offices!
I think it’s time I took that walk if only to cool myself down. The few men that are working give a quick wave, nod or shout a cheeky greeting at me as I work my way through the main building to the warehouse around the back. They all like me because they think I’m “down to earth and friendly” - their words, not mine. If only they knew what was going on inside my down to earth, friendly head and how much more down to earth and friendly I could be.
I can see John - his workmate - so Scott must be around here somewhere.
“Hi John.”
“Hey, Sarah. Don’t usually see you here at this time of day.”
“Tell me about it - it’s the annual stock take again, you know how it is. Is Scott around? I need a bit of help with the stock numbers. I can‘t get them to match up and it‘s driving me crazy!” I’m trying to sound casual when I really want to ask “Where’s Scott? I want him to fuck me to within an inch of my life!”
“He’s in the stock room somewhere. He was checking the heavy wheel sets before so he’s probably right at the back.”
“Thanks. I’m sure I’ll find him.” John’s a nice guy too, good looking but a bit forty watt if you know what I mean - the light’s on but not quite brightly enough to interest me. He’s also, I reckon, strictly missionary; would give you a perfectly acceptable fuck but with little finesse - and no witty conversation afterwards. He could probably manage to mumble “How was it for you?” before rolling over and falling asleep, snoring.
As I make way over to the stockroom door, I glance back and see John wandering off to the main building. This bodes well - the gods must be looking down on me. I close the door quietly behind me and look around for Scott. It’s so eerie in here - all hollow and echoing. I’m even walking on my tiptoes so I don’t make a sound. I can’t see him but I can hear him moving around and follow the source of the noise. I have no idea what he’s doing but it sounds quite physical judging by the grunts and groans I can hear.
I can scarcely believe my eyes as I find him - leaning with his back against the wall, eyes closed tight, his hand wrapped tightly round his cock, pumping away.



Chapter Two
His overalls are hanging off his hips and his bare chest is shiny with sweat. Part of me knows I should just turn around and walk away but I can’t move. I just stand there, completely and totally mesmerised. I’ve never watched any man masturbate before let alone one as hot as Scott. I can’t move and I can’t tear my eyes away. The sheer concentration on his face as he moves his hand up and down his quite sizeable shaft is amazing. Not only is he a beautiful looking man, he is beautifully equipped as well.
He grimaces as he circles his thumb over the head, drawing in his breath. My own breath catches in my chest as I watch him quicken and hear him moan louder with increasing need. Placing a hand on my chest, I can feel how fast my heart is beating. I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of that hard cock. I feel the heat in my stomach build watching him and his skilfully speedy hand. He grits his teeth then cries out as he climaxes, his hand squeezing the almost purple head as his load bursts out of the eye, spilling on to the floor. What a shameful waste. I’d have savoured every single drop.
My heart is racing in my chest and I gasp as he suddenly opens his eyes. Our eyes meet and after a few seconds, he turns away, cursing. He fidgets and it’s clear that he’s tucking himself away.
“How long have you been standing there?” he asks, turning back, looking angry and embarrassed at the same time.
“Long enough.” I’m trying to sound cool even though my heart is racing.
“Jesus, Sarah. For fuck’s sake!” He wipes his hand over his face. “I don’t know what to say to you. What do I do now?”
“What do you mean? I don’t understand.”
“For fuck’s sake, Sarah. What do you think I mean? Are you stupid or something? This could cost me my job - being caught having a sly wank by a female member of staff! Not to mention the fact that I’d become a laughing stock among the guys. I can hear them now - poor Scotty, so desperate to get his end away that he has to jerk off at work.” He’s close to tears, his voice hitching. He must be mortified, caught in what should have been a very private and personal act.
“Scott, I’m not going to say anything.” Holding his gaze, I walk over to him and gently place a hand on his arm. I’m not frightened by his anger, quite the opposite. I do like a man with fire in his belly. Oh my God - he is so blindingly buff. “I thought you knew me a little bit better than that.”
He sighs then looks away. He can barely look me in the eye. “Oh God. I’ve just been caught jerking off like a schoolboy. And you - you just stood there and watched!” Turning back, he glares at me with those eyes made more beautiful brimming with his tears. He roughly pulls his arm away from me.