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Their Lunch Break - An Office Affair Part 3
A series about two coworkers having a little too much fun at work.
This is the third in the series.
Each installment can be enjoyed on its own, so go ahead and keep reading.
Or if you wish to begin at the beginning, I have included links to the first two.
He was standing behind her looking over her right shoulder. Just touching her, though it felt as if he was pressed up against her. He always did this when somebody at the counter was giving her a hard time. Like he was her personal protector.
This time it wasn’t necessary. It was only Mr. Carter. He always gave her a hard time. Because she was a woman. And because he was a crabby old man that wasn’t happy unless he was bossing somebody around. She parroted the same lines she always did. She wasn’t going to try appeasing the old coot. It was impossible.
“Yes, sir. We will have your car ready by 2pm….. Yes, sir. I understand what you explained to me… Yes, sir. I have it all written down. Would you like me to read it back to you?”
She felt a hand on her rear end. What did he think he was doing? His leg pressed against hers.
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Could Mr. Carter see her turning red as her temperature rose? She tried to control the racing of her heart, the quickening of her breath. She was lousy at it. Everyone said she was an open book. One look gave it all away. “Are you listening to me?!” Mr. Carter’s voice startled her.
Just as she was about to reply, he finally spoke up from behind her.“Don’t worry buddy, I got you covered. You know I take good care of you.” With that last line he gave her a squeeze. The comment was intended more for her than for the old man.
He knew what he was doing was driving her nuts and he loved it. Unlike her, he was staying as cool as could be the whole time. This was one of his favorite games.
She was completely unraveling. Hand shaking as she wrote. Even her voice changed as she assured Mr. Carter for the third time that his car would be ready and waiting exactly when it should be.
She hated when he did this to her. It was unprofessional. And so unfair! One of these days she would find a way to get back at him. He had to have a weak spot. Even Superman had his kryptonite. And this guy was far from a man of steel. Well, maybe some of him was. At least that is how it felt. She tried to drag her mind back to the service slip in front of her.
Mr. Carter finally turned and left.
He snatched the slip from the counter before she could finish it. He was always doing that. Taking things before they were ready for him, some not even belonging to him, as if he were entitled. No boundaries.
Before she could say a word of protest he was off to the garage. Most likely to go pass the routine job off to one of the guys.
She put up the “Closed for Lunch” sign. Finally, only 20 minutes late. Damn old man! She was starving. She went to the break room, pulled a salad out of the fridge, and put it on the counter.
“You just couldn’t wait to get in here and feed your face, could you?” He was in the doorway. Comments like that from him ceased to bother her a long time ago. They had no teeth. He would criticize a frog for being green. That was his thing.
“Yeah. I am such a hog, I’m having a salad.” As she reached into the cabinet where she hid her favorite fork, he came up behind her.
“I know what you really want for lunch." He grumbled in her ear, pressing against her as he said it.
“Get off! You think I am gonna put out every time you whisper in my ear?”
He grabbed around her with one arm and the other knocked the salad to the floor as he grabbed for the fork in her hand. “Now you owe me lun…”
“Shhhh!” He loved to shush her. It gave him a boyish sort of pleasure. Sometimes he would call for her just so he could shush her when she asked what he wanted. She fell for it every time.
“Don’t you wanna have lunch with me?” Again he grumbled in her ear just before pushing her face first into the counter. Not hard, but firm. She knew it wasn’t a question.
It was intense. They mated like African lions. Quick. Powerful. Bestial grunts. Yet gentle.
He pressed his body against her from ankle, to hips, to where his breath fell on her neck as he kissed it. More like feasted on it.
He pressed his hand gently but firmly into her abdomen. It sent such a wave through her body that her knees went weak.He kept her from falling, never parting from her. Then playfully he nibbled her ear. The King of Beasts showing a little affection. He really was a sweetheart when he wasn’t in one of his moods.
Quick as it was, she was spent when he released her. She had been pushing against the counter the whole time. Partly to keep the counter’s edge from digging a furrow into her front, and partly because she was pushing herself against him.
She could tell he liked it when she answered back. Her strength against his. He never did like an easy catch. He wanted a woman with some fight in her, not a submissive kitten.
He grinned at her as she collected herself. Acting the part of the beastly King. Like he had conquered her. He knew he did nothing of the sort.
If she didn’t want to be taken she wouldn’t be. That lioness would have let him know with one swipe of her claw laden hand.
She always let him take her, eventually. His only choosing was where and how. They liked the game. She teased with glances, brushes. He with jabs and grabs. Until he could catch her alone. Then he pounced. Like he had done just now in the break room.
“You owe me lunch, mister!” She nodded to the mess on the floor.
He chuckled, “You better clean that up!” She cocked her head. “I’m kidding. I’ll get it in a minute. I gotta check on the old man’s car first.”
He pulled some cash from his pocket. “Here. Order something from Gino’s.”
As he handed it to her, they caught each other’s eyes. She looked away. She felt a bit like a prostitute collecting payment. He was visibly uncomfortable. He wanted to say something, but nothing would come. So he just walked out.
A second later, he popped his head back in the door. “Hey, thanks for lunch. It was great! And when you call Gino’s, get me a calzone, extra sauce.” There was that boyish charm.
All she could do was laugh.