The Promotion, part 2.

So just as a quick update, Sunshine Girl is now officially my deputy head of division, and the opportunity came up for me to have Engineer Dude transferred out to helm his own little department somewhere else in the building-- in the end, no mutiny, and everyone's happy.

Of course, Liz wasn't too thrilled to learn Aussie blond Sunshine Girl has taken over her place, but nothing much she could do since I made the decision. My new deputy's ecstatic as she's thrilled, and tonight we (as in the whole department) is going to have a congratulatory dinner for her.

And I'm not sure if she's still just getting over the excitement of the promotion, but she wants to make a dinner date with me one-to-one to thank me for the bump up the ladder.

I love blondes. Really. :D

Liz and I are still having sex regularly in our own little time; we had a "celebratory fuck", as she called it, in her new office, and after that, she mentioned she'd still prefer my office if we wanted to have fun at work. Else, we take our little romps elsewhere: while we were in the same division, it was easy to avoid any suspicion, but she was of the opinion the people at work would smell something fishy if we were seen going over to each other's offices -- especially since we were now overseeing different portfolios.

My guess is more to do with her wanting to consolidate her position, so the last thing she'd want is to have a scandal screw up her chances of further progression.

***

La Femme's coming home this Sunday, and I'm wondering what I could get her as a surprise. I know she very much wants a new iPad Mini, but it's not exactly the most romantic gesture to get her a tech gear.

For some reason, I feel like surprising her in a romantic way this weekend. Ideas, anyone?

The promotion.

One of the senior managers in the marketing arm was given a 24-hour notice and asked to leave the workplace due to a very serious breach in company protocols that "compromised his integrity", according to the email that was circulated to the management team.

 

While I don't usually dig about scandals like this, my guess is, in plain vanilla English, the guy probably committed some form of fraud, and the company chose to let him go instead of escalating the thing into a police case.

 

In any case, someone had to be moved up to take over, and the powers that may be in C-suite decided who else but Liz, given her "wealth of experience and proven track record within the Company."

 

I'm not overly concerned, because I really don't need a deputy anyway, and in terms of hierarchy, she's still technically subordinate to me. It only means our office liaisons would now entail either of us walking across from one end of the building to the other, since her new department would be located in another corner opposite from mine.

 

 

And not that I doubt Liz's capabilities too: she's a driven and ambitious woman who's street-smart and knows how to work her way up; only in this case, I kinda suspect she probably had her way by sleeping with one of the C's, to be very honest.

 

It's an open secret that the Chief Marketing Officer has a thing for Liz, and she had indulged in his little attempts at getting to her by having lunch with him on a number of  occasions-- and they're often extended lunch breaks, from my observations.

 

I suppose in the end, it's all about power and he who had the larger rubber stamp wins; I'm 2 steps away from being a C myself, but until that time comes, I suppose I don't yet wield the kind of authority and power that some women would find sexy enough to want to sleep with to get to the top.

 

In any case, I wouldn't be surprised too if the promotion would mark the end of Liz's affair with me. Not that it would be any great loss to me, except I probably now have to find a new toy to have fun with at the office in those long night hours.

 

...which brings to the point that while I don't feel the need to have a deputy (Liz has had a good time sitting pretty since I took over, really), it's still a vacant post, and I need to find someone to take over.

 

I now have 2 potential candidates: one, a young brilliant chap (male) with first-class honors in aviation engineering who would make a damn good deputy because I could probably push the job to him and spend my time socializing with the other senior executives and build even stronger networks and extending my base; problem is, Engineer dude probably wants my job too, and one of the unwritten laws of power is never to have a deputy who would someone appear to be more brilliant than you are.

 

The second is a no-brainer: a pretty twenty-something Australian girl we dubbed "Sunshine Girl" because she was always smiling and chirpy (her tits are chirpy too) who would be the target of Liz's outbursts simply because she was her assistant, and more to do with the fact that Liz probably felt Sunshine Girl was a threat being younger and more attractive than she was.

 

The problem with Sunshine Girl is that she isn't ready, in my opinion, to take on strategic management responsibilities, and she can be quite ditzy at times when it comes to the really big and important assignments.

 

Which makes the need for her to stay back longer at work with her Vice-President perfectly justifiable, given I probably have to work with her on a lot of things, not to mention work "on" her.

 

I was deliberating over this with a friend while having drinks last night, and his opinion: screw Engineer Dude, and take Sunshine Girl as the deputy. That way, I'd have twice the fun at work (assuming Liz and I haven't broke it off yet) without worrying about a power-hungry and ambitious deputy trying to out-do me and present himself as my replacement.

 

To be honest, I'm inclined to think that way too, but at the same time, from a practical perspective, I don't want to spend too much time having to pick up the bits where Sunshine Girl would screw up, and she would, believe me.

 

Some of you would probably find my post disturbing, but that's the reality that happens in the workplace. There was a controversial study in 2012 that suggested that women who flirt at work are more likely to succeed, although the flipside to it would be this would make them appear more untrustworthy than women who don't; controversial, because it's definitely sexist, yet I tend to think there are major degrees of truth to it-- Liz is a very clear example.

 

 



As for Engineer Dude, well, being the brilliant chap he is, I don't think he would have any problems finding his own place any time soon.

A new car?

Thinking of switching cars again, and I'm quite tempted to get the 2014 Mercedes Benz E250 coupe.

I'm wondering if it's a sexy enough car to impress the ladies...although I probably won't go for red if I do decide on the change. 

I actually went down to the showroom today to check out the E250 coupe (the 2013 version) and went for a test-drive with my MILF-y deputy Liz. She seemed impressed somewhat, and even though she's still of the opinion only middle-aged towkay uncles drove Mercedes, the E250 coupe seemed to sit well with her.

My other option would be an Audi A5 Cabrio, but honestly I'm not a big fan of soft-top convertibles.

I would have loved to try making out with Liz as part of the test-drive, but I doubt they'd allow it. I noticed the car salesman stealing looks at Liz, and I wonder if he'd spotted that she was bra-less as usual under her jacket and blouse, but in any case, it was just as well given he pretty much kept quiet throughout, so I could concentrate on the drive.

***

We got back to the office, and not before we made love in the backseat of my current car...and she decidedly left her panties behind. :)

Today's little romp had been a really close one, because just as we were dressing up (Liz sans her panties), one of the building's security guards happened to walk past the car, and lucky for us he didn't look in, because Liz was just done zipping her skirt back up with her breasts exposed with her blouse unbuttoned, and I was still struggling to do up my pants in the backseat; she quickly crouched back under the seat, and then we both laughed at just how comical we must have looked in that moment of panic.

And the guy was either deaf, or he was oblivious to his surroundings because I'd left the engine running.

We were both still laughing when we finally got out of the car and made our way to the usual smoking spot at the multi-storey carpark. She wasn't laughing any more when I reached one hand under her skirt and stroked at her bare-naked shaven pussy and fingered her.

I could really get used to this arrangement with my deputy/lover... but only when it comes to no-strings attached sex; I've already mentioned she's quite the bitch at work, and she seemed to have taken a delight at tormenting this cute new intern we just hired. Jealous perhaps, that her boss would take a fancy to the sweet young thing? ;)

***

I don't usually troll posts on other sites, but I must say this photo of sexy local model Olivia Ang on Singapore Hall of Shame caught my attention:

Now why can't I have an intern who looks just like that: that's a lovely pussy I would savour slowly all day...and I bet it would taste oh so good; even better if she comes in my mouth as I lick and suck at that beautiful yummy cunt.

How to hook up with Olivia, I wonder... *grins*

"I finger myself thinking of you..."

With La Femme back in town, I hardly have the luxury of meeting up for my little liaisons-- not that she's sticky with me, no; rather it's a little rule I set for myself that my focus will be on her whenever she's around.

 

In any case, I did meet up with Yam for lunch on Tuesday. Picked her up from her office in the CBD area, went over to Central for sushi...and had a quickie in the car before sending her back to work. To be very honest, the exhilaration of her propositioning me in a crowded elevator on race night gone, I get the feeling she was just a touch-and-go, and in any case, she'd probably be busy picking up some farang this weekend, so I could be just her flavor of the moment. Just as well: the sex in the back of the car didn't feel as good as it did the first time around.

 

Liz, on the other hand, was getting bored. Apparently Mr Nice Guy whom she was dating wasn't the kind of thrill that would keep her going, and I couldn't believe it when my deputy reported they haven't had sex yet after 3 months of dating. Had it been me, I'd probably try to get my first leg over within 3 days!

 

Anyway, while the sex was missing, Liz did share that he was material for a more serious relationship, and he didn't mind her already having kids. In fact, Mr Nice Guy is planning on taking the kids and Liz out on a day trip to Melaka this weekend, and I guess it would be a great opportunity for some attempt at building a relationship with the kids.

 

But it still doesn't address the problem that poor Liz was being starved of her sexual cravings; with La Femme in the picture at the moment, she could only wait, although yesterday we did have lunch together, and I fingered her in the car while she gave me a blowjob.

 

"You're mean to deprive me so", she'd teased. What was I supposed to do, apologise?

 

I did offer plenty of make up sex when La Femme flies off again this weekend, and I know Liz would certainly hold me to that.

 

And that's where I asked how she was planning on releasing her pent-up sexual frustrations. I thought she might go look for some handsome young guy at the office to seduce or something; instead, she said "I finger myself thinking of you..."

 

Apparently 2 things makes her fantasize about me: my scent; and my fingers and tongue (okay, that's three things, really). The first, because she loved how the scent of my cologne and aftershave would linger mixed with her own scent (which stirs me as well) on her clothes; and secondly she loved how  my fingers and tongue would probe with the right pressure, and the extended foreplay as I finger and lick and taste away at her.

 

I've actually made her come a number of times even before I get Mr Happy inside her, and when I actually do, her sex drive goes into overload.

 

I suppose it was nice to hear her say how she'd finger herself thinking of me, and I joked that maybe she should FaceTime me on the phone each time she does so I could watch and hear her. She laughed, then kissed and hugged me...and then it was time to dress up, get out of the car, and back to work.

 

***

At 4.30 p.m., my phone rang just as I was finishing up on my report on the F1 project. The caller ID registered Liz, and a request for FaceTime, and as soon as I'd answered, the vid registered Liz in her room, her blouse undone so her beautiful full breasts were exposed, her skirt hiked up and she was rubbing and teasing her pussy.

 

This was getting interesting, I thought, and she panned the camera right down to her pussy, and how deliciously wet it looked...and the sound of her juices churning as she fingered herself was simply lovely.

 

I thought I should return the favour, so I got off my chair, closed and locked my door, unzipped my pants, pulled out my hard cock, and started stroking it for her viewing pleasure.

 

She kept at it, and I just watched her as she played with herself right to a climax, and I could see her pussy juices flowing down to her chair; the whole experience was simply erotic. I imagined and tried to remember how her pussy smelt and taste like while I masturbated for her, and I could hear her go "Ooh!" as she watched me shoot a load onto the carpeted floor.

 

"This is fun", she laughed, and my guess is this is a new game for the both of us, moving forward.

 

So the stained carpet was probably worth it, and my strategy was to "accidentally" spill some coffee over, and got the cleaning lady to help clean up the next morning.

 

But if you asked me, I prefer the real thing, and I'm looking forward to fucking Liz again....and again....

 

  

Race day.

It was the F1 Singapore Grand Prix weekend, and yes, it was work for me throughout, and it certainly had been a long drag over the past four days. It did help when Liz popped by  to bring treats to the team, but otherwise, no opportunities for a good one with her even though we'd set up shop in a room at the Swissotel Singapore-- I couldn't possibly pull her into the bathroom, rip her clothes off and fuck her on the spot, much as I wanted to because of all the other people in the room.

 

Anyway, it was beginning to look like things were super boring until last night, the final night of the race. I'd gone down to get a pack of cigarettes and took a smoke at the area next to the taxi stand at the lobby, and there was this rather delicious-looking Thai lady (she'd been speaking to her 2 other lady friends in Thai) standing next to me, and we made small talk about the F1 GP. Her name was Yam, and as we spoke, her 3 friends looked on, amused, but being polite, I tried to include them in our conversation in between the smokes. They were probably high from the alcohol from wherever they were watching the race (the Equinox, maybe?), and that probably explained why they were already making naughty talk during our conversation.

 

We headed into the elevator together with some other guests at the hotel. Yam stood behind me in the crowded elevator car, and as I pressed the button for her floor, I felt her hand pressing on my butt, squeezing gently, and she moved closer to me so much so I could feel the light pressure of her breasts on my back. She whispered "I'd love to have you in my room", and as the elevator stopped on all the irrelevant floors, I noticed her friends were giggling as they continued watching on.

 

When we reached her level, she pulled my hand and led me out. By now her friends were laughing and teasing in Thai, and me being me, I allowed myself to be led to the door of her room. To my disappointment, the girl who was sharing her room went into the other room with the 2 other girls, so if anything happened, it was just going to be between Yam and myself.

 

I admit, I was still somewhat skeptical then, because for all you know, Yam might turn out to be one of those notorious Thai ladyboy prostitutes who had come into town for business. But the moment the door was closed, she unzipped and stepped out of her mini-dress, and it was clear looking on she had a pussy and not a dick -- bulge behind that thong she was wearing.

 

She continued to strip, then walked over to the bed and laid down. She beckoned me over, and I complied, and as soon as I was there, for some reason I went straight to kneel down, parted her pussy lips and started to lick away. It was inspection pass, she was a bona fide femme, and that was a genuine vagina getting wet and yummy in my face.

 

"So fast", she giggled, and sighed as I continued to lick away at her pussy, her juices wetting my nose and lips.

 

Satisfied, I took my clothes off, then kissed her on her lips as I moulded her breasts and fingered her. Very very nice-- Yam was yummy, no doubt.

 

I laid on the bed, she got on top of me, her hand teasing the head of my cock, and she gingerly kissed me on my neck, sucking on my nipples as she stroked and teased my cock with her fingers. Then she proceeded to put my already-throbbing cock into her mouth. She came back up and kissed me fully on the lips then said, "you're a big boy for a Chinese."

 

Right, so she was probably one of those who exclusively wanted Caucasians-- until now. I simply smiled and said nothing as she returned to her blow-job.

 

It was delightful as I watched her lick and suck away, and I felt I could just come in her mouth. I positioned her around so I could return the oral favour as we 69'd, and I could hear her muffled sighs as she sucked on my cock.

 

Yam smelt good, and as I thrust my cock into her, she let out a long sigh and said "that's good, baby". Yummy Yam was a moaner, and I loved the resonating sounds of her moans in the room as we fucked...

 

***

I had no idea time passed by so quickly, and by the time we were done, I realized it would have made it look like it was 2 hours past my supposed smoke break. I dressed up, and told her I had to get back to work, and she laughed, "you didn't like fucking me?"

 

No Yummy Yam, I certainly love fucking your brains out, but I really have work to do. I left her my name card, as if to prove a point of my presence at this whole event being based on work; and there came the awkward moment when I had my hand on my wallet and wondering if she was one of those opportunistic "working ladies" cashing in on the F1 season.

Turns out she wasn't, and as if she could read my mind, she went "I'm a PR in Singapore and I'm working as a marketing manager at XXX...maybe we could do lunch this week when you're done with your assignment?"

 

And that was that: lunch with Yummy Yam at Raffles Place on Tuesday.

 

When I got back to my room, the team was giving me updates on the events that happened while I was gone, and while I know they were wondering where in hell their boss had gone the past 2 hours or so, no one could say anything. I was back at work for about 15 minutes or so when Liz popped by again with supper for the guys.

 

Post-race, everyone was too bloody busy to note anything as Liz and I stepped on to the balcony of the room and she started taking photos of the lights around the Marina Bay area. She asked for a cigarette, and we admired the view as we smoked. At one point, I felt her running her hand along my back and moved close to me. I stroke her arm resting on the railing of the balcony and I said "I miss you these past few days."

 

She smiled, and gave me a peck on the cheek-- that kinda broke the moment as I turned around to look, concerned that the team probably just witnessed their boss being kissed by his recently-divorced deputy; but no, they all had their backs turned, busy with watching screens and updating information. No one seemed to give a fuck, in other words.

 

I kept my back to the railing, watching cautiously as I moved one had along Liz's back and right down to her butt. I gave her a squeeze, then cautiously moved my hand under the back of her skirt, feeling my way along her butt, along the channel of space between her legs. She leaned closer onto me, giving me a better angle to maneuver, my fingers moving into her panties and feeling the opening of her pussy. She was getting wet from all these, and I slided my finger along her slit.

 

I didn't keep that up for long as one guy got up from his seat, and I quickly moved my hand out from under her skirt. She looked hard at me, then whispered "I want more."

 

Honestly I would have loved to fuck her on that balcony, but obviously that was not to pass.

 

***

We finally called it a night at about 3.30 a.m. in the morning, and that's where I congratulated everyone on the team for a job well done and gave them all an off day today.

 

I was also silently congratulating myself for an eventful end to my otherwise long-drawn and mundane assignment, and I'm now booked for a lunch on Tuesday and a fuck-date with Liz that same night.

 

Gotta get my rest today then.

Another scandal, another day, another month.

Seems like girls these days get themselves into all sorts of trouble, don't you think? And  there are now leaked nude pictures of FHM 2013 winner Jamie Ang circulating about the internet, and allegations she had been a former social escort etc; apparently ghosts of your past do haunt you, especially after you've found fame.

 

 

Well if you asked me, yes, Jamie looks oh-so-fuckable with her "I'm your slut" looks-- but taken from another perspective, I'm thinking so what if she'd been a nude model, and so what even if she'd been a freelancing social escort (if that was true): let's not make a bloody big deal out of this, because elsewhere in the world, we have former porn actresses and high-end social escorts taking part in, and winning, beauty pageants all the time.

 

And if you believed winning a beauty pageant means you suddenly have a moral or civic responsibility to go out there and start kissing babies or make the world a better place, you're either horribly thick in the head, or terribly naïve.

 

Then there's sexy young mama Charis Goh who found herself thrust into the limelight because she'd posted sexually suggestive pictures of herself, so much so even the local Chinese tabloid Wanbao picked it up, and made a hoo-ha over the whole issue. Her argument being she's divorced from her good-for-nothing husband, and she therefore has to become a lingerie model to feed her two children.

 

 

 

Well like I said, how people decide to go about bringing home the bacon is really their business, really. I'm only interested because me being me, I'm thinking both Jamie and Charis look oh-so-yummy, and if either's reading this, well, you're free to buzz me for comfort. :P

 

***

Separate note, it's been 72 days since I joined the new workplace, and 12 days (thereabouts) since Liz and I started getting naughty in the office.

 

I really don't quite get how young kids these days measure anniversaries in months and days, but I suppose it all means relationships have become even more transient than they ever have been.

 

Anyone who's been working long enough would know that by the 3rd week of work, you'd know if the job fits, and what your prospects would be: seeing I've crossed that 3-week bump, I think I'm gonna be alright where I am. I am in my element (take away the women at the office, I'm talking serious work here), and certainly I'm in a company that's a little too big to fail, or even if it did (touchwood), based on my current portfolio, it wouldn't be tough to find another job that's commensurate in terms of position and salary, so I'm not overly worried there.

 

And when you talk about my relationship with Liz, well, I only needed 3 days to know what it was going to be, and how it would end up. She's cool with the arrangement, so no issues there: we're both adults, and we know how things will be.

 

Incidentally, I found out she's dating a marketing director of one of our consortium partners, she's admitted things are more on the serious side in that other relationship.

 

I'm fine with that, obviously, and in fact, I have to admit I'm kinda relieved: I don't think I want to ever get into a situation where a divorcee starts thinking if I am father material for her kids ever again. Not that I am adverse to having children, I'm just not keen on trying to build a relationship with another guy's kids all over again: too tedious, and I have other priorities.

 

So with Liz, I'm her "sexually charged-up superior" as she puts it. In other words, with her, I'm her boss first, then comes all the side-play of sex and such, but at the end of the day, it's not going to be the "I promise you a happy ever-after" sort of relationship.

 

I'm glad she made it clear. And it's funny I should be tying all this, and thinking about Jamie and Charis, while toying with the G-string Liz left on my desk last night...

 

How I love women.



The morning(s) after.

No, news of Liz and my little liaisons in the office haven't reached the ground yet, as in no one at the office is talking about us...yet, although they're probably wondering why both department heads have suddenly become so close over the past week.

But at least we have the sense to pretend to keep our physical distance from each other, although there was this instance where after we'd had sex on Wednesday night after "working late" in my room (again), she'd left her panties hanging on the inner door knob after I made her walk panty-less back to our cars. I'd come in the next morning and spotted her thong still hanging, and quickly grabbed it and put it in my pocket lest the cleaning lady came along and started thinking I had a fetish for women's undies (I do, actually).

So Thursday morning saw me walking over to her room, my dick already throbbing in excitement in my pants as I fingered the soft fabric of her panties in my trouser pocket, and as soon as I closed the door, I whipped it out and sniffed them right in front of her, watching her. Liz was surprised, then she started laughing when she realised what it was...and we stayed yet another late night on Thursday, only this time it was in her room, and she took both panties back.

I guess I have a thing for milfs, something that's never changed much; but doesn't mean I'm exclusively going after milfs only. :D

The only thing about this whole Liz affair is that she's quite a bitch in the office, and quite a number of managers and subordinates, both men and women, would probably try to get out of her way lest they crossed her. It doesn't really help with my own reputation, I guess, being the new head, and getting close to my deputy because it'd mean I'd be losing points with the younger cute gals in the office whom I've yet to try my little tricks on.

Anyway, I did find myself wondering if it's a good idea with Liz, now that I've satisfied the curiosity of knowing how her pussy tastes like and how fucking her would feel like. Not that I wanna do a fuck-and-throw, mind you, she's more than welcome to sit on my rod any time of the day: it's just that, when it comes to work, and seeing her in at meetings and such, I find myself in a dilemma as to whether I should take to her side whenever an issue pops up, and like I said, she can be a real bitch, and I don't always agree with her views; on the other hand, I can't help but wonder if her letting me fuck her means she's expecting my vote, and hence once the both of us agree, no one else could say no. 

I guess for now, it's wait and see-- and of course, fuck her as much as I can-- while I make up my mind. Will update on this.

***

Side note, I have no idea what's the hype over Serina Wee in this whole City Harvest Church saga. I mean, looking at her pics:

Yes, I would agree she'd qualify as a Milf, and one that I'd probably love to cum all over her face, but she isn't exactly the most attractive one I've come across. At most, I'd say "above average"; and comparing Serina and Sun Ho:

Okay, she's probably a little more attractive than Sun, but that's only because Serina's younger. A

As for Sun, I guess I won't mind having a romp with her, but it'll probably be let's-fuck-her-brains-out-for-one-night thing, and then some.

I'm not really bothered to follow the CHC trial, because I think the church is crap to begin with, so there.

Here comes the rain...

Well the rain did provide for an interesting opportunity with Liz, the bra-less MILF: the multi-storey carpark was leaking badly so much so she wet her top while coming in to work this morning, and I bumped into her just as I was stepping in to our office after my morning gym workout.

There wasn’t anyone else around to see her in her light blue blouse that, once wet, revealed the sight of her hard nipples. She could see me looking at them as I opened the door, and she didn’t hesitate when I suggested she go into my room to change her top before others in our division got in.

Initially I’d thought of letting her have the room while I’d head off to get some coffee from the cafeteria downstairs. After I’d opened the door, and right before I’d stepped out of my room after picking up my cellphone, Liz already took her top off and she stood right there, topless, her perky breasts proud and nipples erect, and she gave a look that was, shall we say, inviting.

I could feel myself grow hard as I pulled her close to me and kissed her on her lips. My hands cupped her breasts, and she was already using one hand to rub at my crotch as we kissed.

I suppose it’s somewhat comforting for a single divorcee to have a man be intimate with her, and her breath became shallow as I pulled up her skirt and moved one hand under to tease at her thighs and her warm crotch, rubbing her gently, feeling the trace of her pussy against her panties as I moved my mouth down to one breast and sucked at her nipple. She seemed to like me licking and sucking hard on her nipple a lot, and she was getting deliciously wet under her skirt.

We would have gone one step further given she had my fly down when we heard the rustling of keys at the main door of the division office. She quickly took my coat, threw it over her shoulders and sat down a chair while I zipped up and got over to the other side of the table where my seat was. We found the situation rather humourous, and started laughing as two of our clueless subordinates walked in and said “good morning” to both of us. They probably were wondering why two of their bosses were laughing like silly kids early in the morning, but I don’t think they suspected anything, nor would they notice Liz’s wet blouse on my table in that split second.

Liz tried to make everything seem normal by talking about some trivial details of one particular project we were working on, and I have no idea how she did it, but in one fleeting moment, she managed to retrieve her blouse from the table and dumped it into her bag. She then got up and walked right out of the room to the ladies’, I presume to change, still wearing my coat. Again, I don’t think either of the 2 subordinates thought anything was out of the ordinary, given how she’d be in jackets anyway.

So we pretty much went about the rest of the morning thus far with our busy-ness, and she still has my coat in her room—which, looking back, made me wonder if it was dumb of me to invite her into my room to begin with, but I guess that’s where she got the hint.

We had a smoke break together just, and oddly enough, there weren’t anyone else around, and we found ourselves standing close and stroking each other throughout. She smells really nice next to me, and I absolutely loved how she rubbed against my crotch with one hand while smoking a cigarette with the other. I guess there was a thrill too, to be doing all these in the vicinity of our workplace where there’s always that little danger of getting caught.

So, ball’s rolling, and it wouldn’t be long to find ourselves “working late” together. That night, however, won't be tonight because she's got to spend time with her kids tonight, but no worries there I guess. There are perks to management after all *grins*

You're making me hard.

It's been close to 2 months since I started working at the new workplace, and I haven't gotten my usual office place fun.

It isn't that the women in my office are unattractive; it's just that work has really kept me so busy I hardly have time to go fool around, so to speak. 

In any case, there's this particular MILF-y manager who's my indirect report that's caught my attention; mostly because she has this habit of going around bra-less, and I kid you not. No doubt she wears dark coloured blouses on days she decides to let her ample breasts hang loose, it's pretty obvious when she's close by and you start to notice her perky nipples and no trace of a bra.

We'd take smoke breaks together, and thus far the discussions have been mostly around work, and once or twice, on her bra-less days, I've caught a hint of her nipples as she bent forward to loosen the strap of her heel, for instance, and with the top buttons of her blouse undone, I've found myself resisting the temptation of wanting to put my hands into her blouse and fondle her breasts.

She isn't exactly the prettiest face when you compare her to the younger girls, but she's still got that come-fuck-my-brains out look. I noticed a number of the younger guys at work have tried to get her attention, but she seems a little snotty at the junior execs and managers, and I guess it's a bit of a compliment when she seeks me out for our little smoke breaks. 

And it's also gotten a point that when the other guys see the two of us walking into the rooftop smoking area, they'd vacate the place so much so we would be on our own; and on days when the smoking place gets crowded, it was she who showed me an alternative smoking place right at the water tank area of the multi-storey carpark located at an annex to the building that's only accessible via a walkway at our level.

That alternative location would make for an ideal place for me to fuck her if only she'd let me on our little breaks, and god, how I'd love to! I've imagined myself going right behind her, kissing her on her neck, sliding my hand into her blouse, fondling her breasts and nipples, then hiking up her skirt to rub at her pussy, then sliding her thong off and taking mouthfuls of her...

Once or twice, I've found myself wanting to push up against her and kiss her on her lips as she stood so close; yet I'm wondering what's holding me back. Here was a woman who's a single mother, recently divorced from her husband, and hence a perfect target... but somehow I've been keeping myself in check.

Ordinarily, I would have just gone ahead and talk naughty to her to 'test waters'; at the moment, I guess it's the myriad of projects that's keeping me at bay. In any case, she's working with me on almost all the projects, so I guess there are opportunities aplenty.

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Side note: Grumpy Spinster, if those are pics of your ass in the background of your blog, I have to tell you that you've gotten my attention, and I'd love to pull those fishnet stockings off with my teeth. :P

Back again.

Haven’t been blogging much lately because of a change in station: new job, new environment, new faces to manage, go figure the works.

Once I’m settled in, however, the new place feels like old times: an office with a view, me calling the shots, and of course, a bevy of lovely-looking sweet young things at work.

The one who caught my attention, however, was a dishy MILF-y looking one in her late 30s. Actually, I’m not really sure if she’s a MILF, but she did have that hot wife/mother look around her. She seemed to have a penchant for wearing lacy tops under her jacket, and I’d love to catch her one day without her jacket on.

We had a little brush on my second day at work when I found myself in the tight spaces of the pantry area on our floor just as she was making a brew. I found myself staring at the trace of her sexy tight ass against her skirt as she bent to adjust the strap of her heels, and as she straightened up, I walked into the pantry. We smiled at each other, exchanged pleasantries, and for because she stood in the way of the coffee sachets, I had to reach over, our bodies close for a moment, and I felt an impulse to just grab her and kiss her on her lips.

She smelt really nice, and there was that little fleeting silent moment as we stood in the pantry close, the sort of sexual tension you get when you know there’s a possibility between you and the other party...the possibility that would lead to something else if not for the fact we both were still in the physical confines of an office.

Since that day, it’s been the little game where we’d catch little looks from the other, and we haven’t really got to the lunching together or after-work drinks bit yet.

I noticed she’d work late, and that could be the opener: me hanging around the office deliberately after work, and then walking over to her room for a little chat. After all, I am technically her superior at work, so there’s nothing wrong with getting to know my managers right?

Only that, because I was the new guy around, I found a lot of getting together for drinks “with the boys”—never the women...yet.

There are the younger ones, of course, the easy lays I’d say, so long as you bother to pay a little attention to them. I thought I’d start with the dishy dame in the room just right across mine.

The thought of her bending over in that skirt, and the lacy tops under her jacket makes me just want to find a chance to get her close, take her clothes off and just look at her in her lingerie before proceeding to do what happens naturally to me in a situation like that.

And I wonder if she’s thinking likewise too.