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With today’s new competitiveness in business, more and more hard work is going into our work weeks. Often I find myself working weekends in order to satisfy the need for additional work efforts. Recently, however, I was delighted by a turn of events which made this weekend requirement easier to take. Our company, like most, has be undergoing constant reorganization in an attempt to become more effective and with this comes the inevitable procession of changes in upper management. In addition the general age of my bosses had been declining. A recent change found me working for a good-looking woman about five years older than myself. I wondered how this was going to work out, and as you will learn it not only worked out great but has provided me with some of the most interesting work experiences in my life.

It all started, as I said, with my new boss. Jane was a good-looking dark-haired lady with nice tits and a great figure. While she looked nice she wore very conservative suits around the office and I did not think of her in especially carnal ways. Jane had brought with her a number of women who formed her inner circle, and while some of my peers thought this was a sign that the guys were going to get the shit jobs, I waited to see how things developed. Soon after Jane took over I received a number of interesting and sensitive assignments which were due in short time-frames. I was assigned one of Jane’s people to work for me and we began to work the project. Sue, the woman assigned to me, was a pretty, slim woman about 23, and while she wasn’t Bo Derrick she seemed to always to give off a very sexual aura which attracted me to her from the first. We ended up spending many evenings working on our project and I got to know Sue quite well. Sue had small firm breasts which she almost never covered with a bra and while her dress was never overtly sexy I found myself drawn to her and wondering how she would be in bed.

When the project was nearing completion the work effort intensified, and in addition to working nights, Sue and I were getting together on the weekends to complete the work on the required schedule. Sue invited me over to her house so we could work on the project in some more comfortable surroundings and since she was single I thought it would be nice. I arrived about 8:30 Saturday morning, Sue greeted me at her door wearing a short t-shirt nighty and apologizing for over-sleeping. I told her it was ok and how sexy she looked in her short nighty. Sue’s small firm tits were clearly visible under the thin white cotton and her nipples poked out against the fabric, making my cock get stiff.

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Third of the “Deb’s Tails” series. There are more in the works; Deb has told me several others, I just need to find the time to write them down.

My wife, Deborah, often tells me “bedtime stories” of her sexual adventures. Some of them I know are true, either because I was there, or because she has corroborative evidence. Some of them, I’m sure, are fictional. Others, I’m just not sure about.

I don’t know about the truth of this one. It sounds like the kind of thing she’d do if she were in the right mood, but since I wasn’t there, I can’t vouch for it.

If you’ve ever heard anything about the New York subways, you probably think you know what they’re like. Noisy, obnoxious, and crowded. Most of the time that’s true, but as any New Yorker will tell you — once you get past his pride in living in the least livable city in the country — that some trains can be practically empty if you pick the right times and routes. Many evenings, around 10 or 11, even the busiest routes start emptying out, and by midnight it’s sometimes possible to have a car to yourself.

In all fairness to New York, though, it does have it’s good points. The Circle Line is one of them. It’s a mini-cruise around Manhattan (it is an island, you know!) Any place that’s got a decent-sized body of water has something similar. Seattle has trips around Puget Sound, New Orleans has riverboats running along the river. The Circle Line cruise is really beautiful at night with the city all lit up, but in the middle of winter, you can — and probably will — freeze your ass off.

Deb and I often have separate social lives — an inevitable reaction to work-related gatherings where people sit around and talk shop. What usually happened in New York was that I’d stay home and play with my techie-toys while she was out partying with her colleagues, or she’d stay home with a book while I was out cheering for the Mets. Naturally, that meant a few solo subway rides for both of us, often at somewhat odd hours.

This is the story of one of those trips as Deb told it to me (albeit, with my title).

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My first experience with sexual harassment on the job just occurred and I can tell you I thoroughly enjoyed every harassing minute of it. It all started when I changed jobs joining a large company and working for a female boss. This was new to me but since she was fairly young and very good looking with a great figure my mind went into its flights of fantasy from my first day. Mary my boss is about 38 and stands 5′ 10″ and has a figure that runs 36 26 37. She is blond and has a way of putting men at ease immediately. Mary wears fashionable clothing which while not flaunting her obvious charms is quite seductive and sometimes a bit revealing.

As soon as I was hired I was put in charge of the implementation of a major accounting system with deadlines like tomorrow which meant plenty of overtime and lots of problems. In addition management was overseeing all aspects of the project with a microscope. One day while going to corporate headquarters with Mary I noticed her deeply slit skirt had opened up while she was driving and exposed her legs to her upper thigh. I was delighted by the site of her creamy thighs and was quick to notice she wore a garter belt and nylons rather than the conventional pantyhose worn by most business women. As we drove along her skirt opened more and more reveling her legs further and further. I could not resist the temptation to stare and eventually Mary caught me ogling her great legs. Looking directly at me Mary asked how she measured up, Stammering a bit I replied great from where I was sitting, Mary smiled but made no attempt to cover herself. By the time we had reached our destination I had developed quit a hard-on which as I am fairly well endowed was very visible as we walked across the crowed parking area. I could tell Mary had checked me out and was at least comfortable with my excitement because she made no effort to rebuke me for my voyeuristic enjoyment. (click to read entire story…)

As I promised here is another one of my fantasies about Amy and me.

After our last session Amy is even more friendly when no one else is around. I also think that she has quit wearing panties because I don’t see any panty lines any more and sometimes I even wonder if she is wearing a bra. Like today. Amy is wearing a grey woman’s suit with a blue and black stripped silk blouse the front of which seems to move around a little more than usual. Its hard to tell since the suit jacket hides her nipples which would show were she not wearing a bra. Amy is in a playful mood today. Joking with everyone. We had some time during lunch for some conversation. She usually eats lunch out but didn’t today because she had some extra work to do. Some of the remarks she made would almost make a sailor blush. At least it did for her and me.

We both end up working late again. “This is getting to be a habit,” I said. Amy just laughed and said, “We had better be careful or people will start talking.” As if they already hadn’t, at least about Amy. I am surprised when she says to me, “How about coming to my place after work for a drink?” I said, “Sure. We’ll take your car and leave mine here. That way no one will see it at your place.” So we lock up the place and head toward her apartment.

When we arrive Amy says, “Why don’t you kick your shoes off while I go get comfortable.” So I do and prop my feet up on the coffee table. She calls from the other room, “What would you like to drink?” “Got any hard stuff?” I answer. “I can mix us up something. I’ll surprise you,” was her response. Well you could have you could have knocked me over with a feather when she came back into the room with our drinks. She definitely got comfortable. Amy was wearing this almost transparent top and a pair of short shorts. There was no question of what she was wearing under the top or shorts. That was NOTHING! Her nipples were hard and strained against the fabric of the top and the crotch of her shorts dug into her cunt showing the bulge of pussy lips and crease of her cunt slit.

She hands me one of the drinks and says, “How do you like it?” I must have been starring at her breasts because I almost spilt the drink and could just stammer, “I…I…it…it’s great.” Amy laughs and says, “No, I mean the drink.” Of course I hadn’t even tasted the drink yet. We both laugh. She sits next to me and we sip the drinks and talk about work, life, etc. The drink has its desired effect. We both begin to relax, except my cock. The longer I looked at Amy’s nipples making little bumps in the front of that top and felt the heat of her body near mine, the harder and harder my tool got. And pretty damned uncomfortable. An erect 8-inch cock doesn’t fit very well in a tight pair of pants. Especially if it’s bent in the middle. I put my arm on the back of the couch and she slides close. Her breast is now pressed against my side. The drink must have had the same effect on her as it had on me. I glance toward her crotch and it looked as though a wet spot was forming where the shorts disappeared between her legs.

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My wife and I like to keep our sex life varied. We think it keeps our marriage hot, exciting and alive. One of the things we like to do from time to time is show her body off to other men. I’m not totally sure why, but it seems to reinforce our knowledge that she is still attractive to others, and I know it turns us both on. We like to think of it as a great form of foreplay. We also like to think that it’s our little way of making the world a happier place, because it also gives pleasure to others.

Once she even got a temporary job as a topless Go-Go dancer in a little, out of the way bar in a town about sixty miles away where we were sure she wouldn’t be seen by anyone we know. The place was pretty loosely run, in that the local management allowed the patrons a great deal of leeway in stuffing their one dollar tips well down the front of the dancers’ G-strings and grabbing a quick feel of their tits while they were at it. She only worked there for a week, and I used to sit right there at the bar during all her sets, closely watching her reactions and those of the male patrons. It really got me hot to see them touch her like that, and she told me it used to get her turned on as well, but that’s another story.

Arlene is a petite little woman, with long, naturally auburn hair and a picture perfect 36B-24-35 body that she’s kept in perfect condition over the years. As a matter of fact, I think her body looks better now that it did when we were first married. She keeps it in shape by carefully watching what she eats and exercising strenuously, both vertically and horizontally. When she’s in the right mood, which comes pretty often, she has an almost insatiable appetite for sex and anything related to sex. I’d like to tell you about what happened one of those times. (click to read entire story…)