Extra Time

I apologise again for the political rants. It’s not what the blog is supposed to be about.

Back to the other night; BOB playing football. Well there was a bitterly cold wind blowing, so I spent the second half watching from the shelter of his car. When the match was finished he just got straight into the car (there are no showers or changing rooms at the dump he was playing on).
But the smell of fresh air, dirt and sweat sort of caught me unaware. A potent mix for me it would seem. I said he could shower at mine before he went home to mummy and daddy.
Within a minute of getting into the flat I was astride him on the bed. His cock felt cold as he entered me, but it got hotter and harder. I love his cock!
There I was, bouncing happily up and down; the bedroom curtains were still open and I could see into the flats across the street. And vice-versa I suppose.
He felt so thick when I tightened my muscles around him. The sex was quick, but yummy. We fucked for barely two minutes, but his lovely juices were still running out of me long after he left. I could still smell him and taste him.

Back at the start of this blog I said my two great loves were football and sex; I just didn’t know which I liked best.

BOB gives me both.

Anyway it’s Friday. Almost going home time. I’m out with Linda tonight. Yes, she’s still on the scene. We don’t work together any longer but we have become very good friends. We kiss, cuddle and hold hands occasionally but nothing more than that.

Looking forward to a few glasses of nice chilled un-oaked Chardonnay.

Nearly Sex

I’ve had what I’d call a ‘Nearly Sex’ weekend.

Out with Virgin on Friday night; he ran me home and I asked him in for a coffee. We had the coffee and a bit of a fumble on the sofa. Very excitable young man I must say. As our tongues fought each other I noticed this enormous bulge in his trousers. Being the curious girl I am I asked if he would like me take a look at his nasty swelling.  (Stupid question!). I unzipped him and ’set him free’. It was a beauty, one of the most beautiful cocks I’ve seen (if cocks can be beautiful). Good enough to eat, but I didn’t. I did give him the benefit of my hand technique, which he enjoyed immensely for two whole minutes. Seemed a bit of a waste at the time but I wasn’t really in the mood for sex myself (which worries me).

Saturday I spent some time with Linda the Lesbian. A few wines and then home, but as we went our separate ways she gave me this kiss that made me go all hot and gushy. I thought my toes were going to curl up. She’s messing with my mind and my mind doesn’t know what it wants.

Sunday I invited ‘Him’ over to discuss his offer. Not much to discuss really; I had made my mind up to go with him. We chatted for a long time. All very familiar, nice. It felt good. If he’d asked me to go to bed with him I would have. Sex was always good with him.

Anyway I’m going to Spain

Babysnatcher

‘Boy on the Bus’ is (and I quote him) nearly twenty! Actually he’s just turned nineteen. Even my basic maths skills tell me that’s a seven year gap. Like I had my first job while he was in primary school.

Not just nineteen though.

A nineteen year old virgin.
Now I suppose that could be a line, but his far from accomplished kissing technique would tend to suggest that the virgin thing is true.

I’m not sure which is bothering me most, the age difference or him being a virgin.
I remember my last virgin – all ninety glorious seconds.

He is nice, though and I really quite like him. Very dry sense of hunour which had me laughing quite a lot.
Nothing meaty to report. A few kisses and a clumsy fumble for my right breast which brought my nipple to attention.

He’s phoning me tonight, but I can’t make up my mind whether or not to see him again.

So that was Friday.

Saturday was a retail therapy day followed by a few glasses of wine with a friend.

Battery love on Sunday morning. My faithfull rabbit never fails to please. When I bought my beautiful rabbit they sent me one of those little anal vibrators along with it. I hadn’t used it until Sunday. I don’t think anal does it for me. Just a buzzing sensation but no real pleasure. Maybe I need a teacher.

And here we are at Monday again and just because I felt naughty this morning I didn’t put on any knickers.
Now that does give you a buzzing sensation in the office; if only people knew to look when I cross and uncross my legs.

Great Expectations

Not long until 5pm.
Not long until my ‘adventure’ begins.

I’ve felt strangely subdued today. I certainly haven’t felt the excitement or flushes of the past few days. More nervous than I thought. I suppose I could always just go home after a couple of wines, although Linda has intimated to me how much she is looking forward to continuing our discussion from last Saturday.

I’ve decided my panties will stay on for the time being but if the night goes okay and I’m feeling relaxed I plan to take them off and pass them to her in the pub.
I’m not nearly as wet as I have been (which has been almost constantly) but I know I’m certainly not dry. I can feel my nipples against the silk bra. I’m wearing ‘Insolence’ perfume; you should always wear a little drop in all the places you expect to be kissed. It would have been easier taking a bath in the stuff.

I’m as prepared as I can be.

Will it be my first lesbian experience?

Find out in the next exciting adventure of ‘Office Girl’, same time, same place, same channel.

Oh, and have a nice weekend

Luv
V
xxx

Obsession

Lesbian sounds quite a harsh word. Rather than call the office lesbian the lesbian I’ve decided from now on she’ll be known as Linda.
I still haven’t taken her up on her offer; I’m having so many strange feelings about what it would be like. My panties get wet if I think about her long enough. But what do I do? I can hardly say to her ‘Okay, can you come over and fuck me this weekend?’ Seems a bit cold and rehearsed. But I’m getting to the point where I can’t stop thinking about her, or maybe it’s just the idea of her.

When I dressed for work today (Tuesday) I think I dressed for her. It’s been a bit cool in Glasgow the last couple of days so I decided on stockings rather than bare legs. Wearing a tight top and quite a short skirt. Also the new bra and panties I got at the weekend. And she noticed. I was getting a coffee about 10 this morning and she came into the office kitchen, walked up behind me, put her hand lightly round my waist and whispered how lovely I was looking. I turned round but she was already walking back to the office.
I think I would have kissed her had she stayed.

It’s obsession.

I like it and I don’t like it.

And my panties need changing.