Sarahs Sexploits - The Beginning: One girl's exploits with a colleague and her boss

By K T Red

Sarah works in a male-dominated environment and finds herself fantasising and daydreaming about some of the men that work there - especially one of them. When an opportunity presents itself, she initiates a "Friends with Benefits" arrangement with him. A passionate and steamy workplace session follows but when their encounter is captured on camera, Sarah finds herself at the mercy of a new boss who makes it clear that he expects the same. What will she do? What started out as a bit of fun becomes something with far-reaching consequences. This is the first in a series of stories involving Sarah and her sexual escapades with various partners.

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Jun 22, 2012
• ISBN: 9781781662663

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Chapter One

I’m a very lucky girl. In fact, I’m a very, very lucky girl. I work for a company where there are one hundred and forty seven employees - and only three are women. You can put the men into two categories. There are the suits - the office boys, the drones that inevitably populate the majority of working environments. Pen pushers; the usual boring, superficial, arrogant type. Designer clothes and expensive colognes not to mention their glowing fake tans. A few of them are very good looking but they know it. They think they’re so special and flirt with me and the other two girls to our presumed - incorrectly - delight. Not my type. Not my type at all.

And then there are the factory workers and engineers - the real men, men who get dirty and sweaty. There’s just something satisfyingly primeval about a man who makes his living with his hands. They’re the ones I watch, the ones I’m interested in. I watch them sometimes from my office window or when I walk through the factory to clock in each morning. The older ones with their easy going charm and self-confidence, their wealth of knowledge and experience who probably know a lot of sinfully wicked tricks. Like the saying goes, there’s many a good tune played on an old fiddle! Young, athletic ones full of vigour and energy, less skillful perhaps but a lot less inhibited - and a lot more enduring. There’s one in particular who catches my eye and gets me warm just by looking at me. Scott.

He’s recently become a father for the second time and, on a recent visit to the factory floor, I accidentally overheard him telling his workmate about his wife’s lack of interest in anything but the new baby. I empathise with her of course - no, I genuinely do - but we all have our basic, animal needs and desires. And these needs and desires have to be satisfied. And let’s be brutally honest here, if our needs aren’t being satisfied at home there will inevitably come a point in time when it becomes soul-destroying and we feel that there is no choice but to seek that satisfaction elsewhere. By the way he moves I’d guess he is more than capable of satisfying a girl’s needs many, many times over. Tall, tanned, dark hair and eyes. He almost glides, stealthy like a big cat - strong and powerful yet graceful at the same time. Oh my God - if he was mine I wouldn’t even let him out of the bedroom. He is simply gorgeous.

What makes him even more attractive is he’s also a really nice man. Funny too. And he’s smart, has a brain - not like some of the other good looking ones who are all show and no substance. Much as I like a bloody good screw with a young fit body, I need a little something upstairs as well. That’s just as exciting, just as arousing - if not more. The mind is just as much of a sexual organ as any other part of the body. Filthy mind, filthy body.

I have to work late tonight finishing the annual stock take. Part of my job includes doing the company payroll - which of course includes the lovely Scott - so I know full well he is scheduled to work the late shift today. I’m having some difficulty in reconciling the actual physical number of traction motors with the number the computer software says we should have. So I’ll have to take a little walk to the factory floor. To double check, you understand. Just to make absolutely sure.

Even the thought of bumping into him is making me hot - and more than a little moist. Since I first met him, I’ve imagined a whole host of different and very sizzling scenarios. Bent over my desk, paperwork scattered all over my office carpet. Up against the wall round the back of the storehouse, my legs wrapped around his waist, gripping him, urging him on. Feeling him explode in my mouth as his moans echo throughout the empty factory. I got so carried away daydreaming about him one day that I had to go to the ladies restroom and relieve myself as quietly as I could -