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By *airylad OP Man
1 week ago
Hertfordshire |
I make it to the car a few minutes later than planned and dad is fuming, he’s muttering which isn’t a good sign. Something about traffic, rush hour and how he knew this would happen.
He looks round at me once I’m settled in my seat and eyes me up and down, I can seen from his expression he’s not happy.
I’m wearing a beige jersey shirt, it’s very fitted so in the cool air of the morning my nipples could cut glass. The first few buttons undone too for a bit of chest hair showing.
I also have my skinny navy chinos on, not leaving much space between fabric and skin.
“It’s not a nightclub Brendan” he says as he starts the car.
The first few hours in the office pass quite quickly, filling in forms, setting up log ins, nothing too strenuous. The odd handsome man made my head swivel but I’ve been passed from person to person to set up so I haven’t really had two seconds to take anything in.
Once everything’s sorted I need a tea before I start any actual work, I’m not used to this and my brain is fried!
I head to the mini kitchen at the back of my section of the floor, my dad’s office is next door to it so thankfully he doesn’t see me. Mini is the right description, fridge, sink, couple of cupboards and dishwasher. It’s a glorified cupboard. As I turn the corner the cupboard is fairly full already, by this tall, broad man. He’s turned from me, light check shirt stretched across his broad back, navy chinos tight across a very peachy looking arse. He’s tall, must be 6’4/6’5”. I head in and open the first cupboard, Tupperware, I close it again and as I do tall man turns.
Ah, he’s handsome! A short grey beard/stubble, nice kind blue eyes, short tight grey hair. 50s probably?!
I stare at him and he stares back, we’re just stood looking at each other for just a touch too long and I need to break the silence. “Sorry, I’m just looking for a cup”
“Ah,” he laughs, he reaches to the cupboard behind him and passes me a cup, my fingers graze over the top of his as I take it.
“You must be new then,” he says with a smile and a kind look.
“Yeah, just temping. I’m Brian’s son, so being roped in.”
He looks surprised at first “The bosses son…I better be on my best behaviour.”
I feel his eyes flow down my body, my stomach instinctively breathes in.
“I wouldn’t worry about that, I won’t be on mine.” I reply.
There’s a definite smirk at that, he picks up his mug and I spot the ring on his finger. Now I’m very intrigued.
He starts walking away but stops at the turn, “I’m Steve, sit on the bank by the copier, just if you need help finding more cups.”
My first thought as he walks away is what could I possibly photocopy. |
It had been a few weeks since the family holiday and all I could think about in the shower was how sad it was that my tan was slowly fading…well actually it wasn’t all I thought of.
Pete had entered my thoughts again, the feeling of the warm soapy water trailing down my hairy arse crack stirred a reaction.
I hadn’t seen Pete for a while but early yesterday morning he messaged me to say Rose was heading out and he was still in bed.
I didn’t take much convincing to hop over the back fence and let myself in.
The sight that greeted me will forever be etched in my mind, Pete’s hulking naked and hairy body, among the disheveled bed sheets. His girthy cock rock hard and being stroked, he looked at me, all handsome rugged and with that glint that made my hole twitch.
As I got closer I could smell the man musk, that almost stale sweat of a nights sleep. It took me seconds to get my tongue on his body, I just had a primal urge to taste him, his armpits smelled amazing, warm, sweaty and tasted so sweet as I ran my tongue over them.
I could tell Pete was horny, he was grunting, grinding and very quickly this 64 year old man mountain lifted my slim hairy body face down on the bed.
He yanked my joggers just enough over my arse to allow him to spread my cheeks. The first bit of spit he aimed at my hole sent a sensation up my body, when he started pressuring his thick cock against it I was in heaven.
The soapy water now trailing down my hairy arse crack this morning was quite soothing after Pete had stretched and fucked me.
‘Brendan…’ dad was shouting, followed by a bang on the door…‘don’t make me late, I told you!’
So after a while of not working post uni my dad was doing the thing he said he never would, gave me a job at his firm. It was a big architecture firm and apparently they needed a temp and fearful that I would become accustomed to a life of leisure he was forcing me to work!
I did my week of school work experience at the firm, I remember being bored but I remember a lot of men…all shirts and ties, tight suit trouser and what started my mini fetish of the black sheer work socks. Maybe it won’t be too bad to pass the time!
