The Office Girl (2 page)

After a couple of minutes he was close enough to her right ear
to be touching it with his lips and whether he was talking or just
breathing, Alice did nothing to push him away. Perhaps taking that
as his cue, Felix placed his right hand on her left thigh, reaching
across her lap to do so and sliding his fingers down the side of
her leg before stroking it firmly along her skirt but not below it.
Alice brought her own hand down, perhaps thinking to pull him off,
but instead, or perhaps intentionally, took hold of his
wrist.

I chose this moment to leave my position on the bed and move
round the room until I was against the wall facing the fireplace
and the mirror. Once there, mindful of what might be seen in
reflection, I sat down on the floor and found myself in a good
position to see Felix start to lay subtle kisses on Alice's left
ear and then down onto her neck. With his right hand still stroking
her left thigh, his left hand appeared on the other side of her
neck, his fingers make careful contact but also easing her towards
his kisses.

If Alice was still feeling intimidated, it wasn't showing. Her
eyes closed, her lips parted of their own accord and I got the
impression she was concentrating on what Felix was doing with his
lips. Not much apparently, just soft kisses on the side of her neck
or lower, his left hand easing her jacket collar away just enough
so he could dip down towards the join of her shoulder.

Despite clearly appreciating what Felix was doing, Alice was
making no positive moves of her own. Her left hand held fast to his
wrist as his hand slowly caressed her thigh, while her right hand
rested primly on her other. And all the while, she sat there as
though she were up for an interview, her knees and feet held firmly
together while adopting a cute little angle below the
knee.

One reason I'd sat down by the wall was to get a better look
at her legs but she was acting as though she knew my reasons
exactly. On a couple of occasions, I caught her eye and I almost
had the impression she was admonishing me. Still, I tried not to
smile. I had a good idea what was going to happen, even if I
couldn't exactly work out whether she did.

Presently, Felix turned her face towards him, perhaps hoping
to kiss her properly, but this time she did pull back, clearly not
keen on the idea. Hardly perturbed, Felix gave her a quick smile
then got to his feet suddenly, pulling her up by the hand. With
soft hands on her shoulders, he turned her ninety degrees so she
was facing Trev's stationary camera. I snatched a look to see Trev
working hard to zoom-out and get the new composition right and by
then Felix was behind her easing her jacket over her shoulders and
along her arms before dropping it casually behind him on the
floor.

I think it was at this point that any pretence was lost. Felix
allowed his hands to smooth down her flanks and across her hips to
come up again, creeping around onto her stomach and up, pulling the
fabric of her blouse with him so it came partly loose from under
her skirt. When his hands made contact with her breasts – through
at least two layers of fabric – Alice brought her own hands up,
perhaps to forestall his progress, but if she did make any
difference it was to increase the pressure rather than reduce
it.

Gradually, over a couple of minutes, Alice's blouse came fully
loose from her skirt and Felix wasted little time in getting his
hands underneath it. Even though I was looking at the scene from
side on at that stage, I couldn't get much of an idea about her
figure, but there was little need for patience in the matter
because Felix suddenly took it on himself to start pulling her
blouse up completely. It wasn't exactly the required process given
there were buttons to undo, but Alice didn't seem particularly
troubled by it and was happy to lift her arms to make the
transition possible.

With the blouse removed – and casually discarded with the
jacket – in the process serving to unloose a good few strands of
hair from their bonds, I could see that she had a remarkably flat
stomach. It wasn't defined – she didn't have a six-pack of any sort
– but neither was she displaying a rib cage.

This seemed well matched by breasts that were not notable in
their size. She was wearing a sports bra of sorts – the kind of bra
that would never get used by Trev's usual array of talent – so they
were probably constrained somewhat, but you can tell these things.
Again though, there was no need to wait before finding out because
Felix wasted no time in unhooking the bra from the back and in
little time the straps were over her shoulders and the garment
joined the small pile of clothes on the floor.

It would have been nice to have looked her breasts over, but
Felix had other ideas, sitting himself down on the chaise and
pulling Alice round so that she was positioned, still standing,
between his parted legs. I guessed then, because I couldn't
actually see, that he busied himself applying his mouth to her
breasts. I could have moved round the room, but it seemed pointless
so the only evidence I had was Alice holding onto his shoulders,
perhaps pulling him onto her, and the way her head fell
back.

What I could see was a wonderfully shaped rear. Encased in her
tight skirt, you could discern each buttock and the way the fabric
was stretched between them, while also framing the swell from her
legs. If she'd been wearing the kind of smart trousers you'd get in
an office, you could well imagine them creeping between her
buttocks.

But there was something else as well. Those few strands of
hair that had come loose from their ties were hanging down her
back. Hanging all the way down her back and extending well passed
the waistline of her skirt. This wasn't the time to say anything –
the cameras were rolling and the mic was most likely picking up the
smallest of sounds – so I could only hope that such a detail would
be noticed either by Trev or possibly by Felix.

Understandably, it was the strands of hair that Felix found
first. With his mouth still applying itself to Alice's breasts in
some way I couldn't see, his hands slid round her hips to attach
themselves firmly, one on each buttock. That he liked what he found
didn't seem to be in question because it took him a couple of
minutes to progress to what was obvious enough, dipping his hand
down her legs, taking hold of the hem and lifting it remorselessly
up and up until it was gathered in an untidy bundle round her
waist.

To be honest, Trev couldn't have hoped for more and he was in
some ways fortunate that one of his cameramen was positioned
perfectly, crouching down on the floor and looking up at the
reveal.

She was wearing everyday panties. Nothing intrinsically sexy
past the obvious fact of what they were covering; a glorious, tight
arse. Her legs were just as inspiring; really well toned and shown
off wonderfully by her black hold-up stockings that included a
couple of inches of lacy detail at the top end.

How to progress? There were obvious opportunities, tantalising
possibilities and I suddenly felt exceedingly jealous of Felix. He
could have been working with any other female talent, maybe some
middle-aged, sex mad harridan, but here he was poised to delve into
…

It was at this precise moment that Trev beckoned me over to
where he was standing behind the tripod camera. Keeping as quiet
and stealthy as I could I rose from my crouch and tiptoed closer.
Secretly I hoped that he'd changed his mind and opted for some kind
of threesome, pushing the inexperienced Alice to a place she just
couldn't imagine.

“
I want you to put the heating on,” he whispered.

I gave him a quizzical look. “It's hardly cold.”

“
No, but I want it hot. Find the central heating control and
turn it up. As high as it'll go.” I glanced towards the open fire
just a few feet away from where Felix was even now … “No time for
the fire,” Trev continued. “Get the central heating on. I want this
room steaming.”

I shrugged. Obviously he'd seen or imagined something I
hadn't. So with a measure of misgiving and another quick glance
over to where Felix' left hand was disappearing beneath the
everyday panties covering Alice's right buttock, I exited the room
and started looking for the central heating control.

Typically it wasn't as easy as finding a handy control in the
downstairs hallway. There was one of those, but it was unresponsive
so I went searching for the boiler unit. In the kitchen first – it
was decked out with the type of stuff you could only dream of – but
nothing that looked like a boiler. I found the utility room behind
the kitchen. It was twice the size of the kitchen in my flat back
in London, but still nothing that might be called a
boiler.

Finally I opened a door that led onto some inner stairs
descending down into the cellar and it here, or rather in amongst
some more rooms that included some kind of teenagers crash out
space that I located what must have been designated a boiler room.
Naturally the unit it contained was massive, and just as naturally
it looked seriously complicated. After another two minutes I
managed to press the right button and was rewarded with the deep
bloom of a gas burner lighting up.

Then it was back up the stairs, through the utility room and
the kitchen and out into the hall where the thermostat was turned
full to the right. I thought of bounding up the stairs to the
bedroom, but settled for a ninja run hoping that my footfalls
wouldn't be heard.

I'd been gone maybe five minutes. Plenty of time it seemed for
Felix to progress because when I came through the door Alice was
lying on her back sprawled sideways across the chaise, her head
hanging over the edge and her legs splayed out and held in place by
Felix whose head was moving suspiciously right over her pussy. As
testament to his efforts, Alice was making some delicious
noises.

Trev beckoned me over. “Found it.”

“
It's on,” I said simply. “I turned the thermostat full
on.”

“
Great. Could you check the radiators in here. I didn't hear
them come on.”

I took a breath and found I could smell Alice's pussy. It was
ripe to bursting.

Doing my best not to make a sound and also keep out of the
shots – one of the hand-helds was being directed right down onto
Alice's face – I proceeded to crawl round the room turning on the
four radiators I found. Thankfully each one resounded with the
sound of flowing water and in little time I could feel the heat
rising.

In the back of my mind I could imagine running round the house
to find a small screwdriver so I could bleed them in turn. Ignoring
that possibility, I gave Trev the thumbs up and, just to protect
against the possibility, made my way to the bedroom door closing it
quietly.

When I got back to my place, Alice was audibly building to her
first climax. Not that I could see much other than the crouched
form of Felix flanked by the enticing sight of Alice's lower legs,
her feet, now free from her court shoes, flexed like a ballerina's,
toes pointing up at the ceiling. There was a certain definition to
her calves which I found especially intriguing.

Felix finished up there when he was ready and when Alice's
murmurings had died down, standing up to look down at her as he
pulled his t-shirt over his head. It took Alice a few seconds
longer to recover her legs and sit herself upright. Sitting, as I
was, slightly to the right of the chaise, I could see Alice's face,
her cheeks blushing slightly, her eyes misted from and her lips
parted.

She glanced at me momentarily, her expression unreadable
until, that is, I looked down at her pussy, now visible and
apparently partly shaved. Catching her eye again, I found her
suddenly affronted that I should have been looking. It was enough
to make me laugh out loud, but thankfully I kept myself
together.

After giving me another tight-lipped look, Alice looked back
up at Felix, perhaps taking his eye initially, but then dropping
her gaze to take in his body. When he began to undo the buttons of
his jeans, her attention was fixed and I was witness to the change
of expression when he pulled his jeans down. It went from that
misty-eyed sex look to something approaching distaste. Partly it
was because he was going commando, but mostly because the cock
Felix had produced was not exactly to her taste.

Given my own misgivings, I was pleased to see that somebody
had a prick that was uglier than mine. For Alice, who had rocked
back on the chaise and was resting on her hands, it couldn't be
said that she was totally against the idea. Certainly, she never
took her eyes of the beast – a beast that couldn't quite see at
that point – and in less than a minute, interspersed with crafty
glances up at Felix and one at me that included a delicious little
bite on her lower lip, she gathered enough courage to make
contact.

Not wanting to miss it, I shuffled off to my right and so was
in a position to watched Alice's initial attempts at pulling Felix
off. It was an ugly prick. Fat, still pliable, veins aplenty and no
foreskin, once she got her hands on it, there was a suitable
response which, as time went on, made it even more
unpalatable.

The juxtaposition was made more pronounced when I noticed for
the first time how well groomed her hands, fingers and fingernails
were. This wasn't the stereotypical nail extension, Alice had
sensible nails, perfectly cut and carefully varnished in a tasteful
colour. And she proceeded to wrap her artistic fingers round Felix'
ugly prick and do her best to pull him into solidity, while looking
away towards the window.