Jo’s awakening

Prologue
I have watched Simon for so long it seems hard to remember a time when I didn’t wait by the coffee
machine at the same time everyday knowing he would be there. And true to form every day he would
come and get his coffee, standing so close to me for that glorious undisturbed few minutes it takes for
the machine to dispense its freeze dried gloop.

I would run my gaze over his body from his Italian leather moccasins up his long legs to his perfectly
rounded bottom, enhanced sensuously by the expensive weave of his black suit trousers. He wore a
white linen shirt that pulled a little across the chest and shoulders accentuating his gym toned physique
and his cologne smelled spicy and warm and provoked a whirlpool of excitement within my body.

I would leave the office at night with his scent in my nostrils and a million fantasies, arriving home full of
sexual need but knowing nothing real could ever be as good as my Simon fantasy, no other man would
look at me with such lust in his eyes, no man would touch and caress and breath me into the passionate
goddess I became with Simon, and if it wasn’t going to be as good as him then why bother?

My day began as normal, arriving at the office at 9, making myself look busy at the photocopier for a
while so I could catch a glimpse of him through the slats of his office blind. I would watch each shadowy
movement on the other side of the glass and just knowing he was there was always enough to ignite
that burning in my loins.

I was at my desk at the reception when the front door was pulled open and a young woman walked in, I
knew as soon as I saw her that she was of a different class, she was about 5”9 a perfect ten figure, she
wore a business suit but not your high street black skirt and jacket I had been donning forever, this was
a plum colour and obviously made by a very expensive designer, the skirt came to just below her knee
with a split up the left side displaying her shapely leg flawlessly, she wore a cream coloured blouse with
a jacket to match her skirt, it was tailored into her waist and bulged a little where it closed across her
ample bosom, her hair fell in golden cascades down her back and contrasted perfectly with her dark
jacket. Heads turned to look at her as she strolled past my desk and I wondered briefly who she could
be.

I looked at the clock and felt a surge of excitement, not long till Simon’s coffee break. I tinkered with the
papers on my desk hearing each tick of the clock as it counted down to my moment. Time at last, I
picked up my mug and mumbled to nobody “going for coffee”.

I had been waiting at the machine for nearly ten minutes, where was he? My coffee was cold and people
must have been starting to wonder why I was still here, I waited till no one was looking and emptied my
cup into the overspill tray, placing it back under the spout and refilling it, I was starting to worry now,
what if something had happened to him, what if he had left, I had to know.
I grabbed some papers from a nearby desk and marched purposefully towards the photocopier. As I
stood and waited for the 25 copies of a blank page I had set the machine to print I edged closer to his
office window, I pushed my nose against the glass and saw shadows on the other side, I made sure no
one was around and crept to his door, I put my eye to the keyhole and froze with a mixture of
excitement and dread at the sight I beheld.

Simon was standing in the middle of his office with his arms around the plum girl I had seen earlier, my
stomach lurched but I had to watch. He ran his hands up and down her arms and she gazed into his
eyes, she was obviously as much under his spell as me. I looked on as he pulled open the buttons on her
jacket, pushing it open and letting it slip from her shoulders, I could actually see her tremble and I felt a
warm tingle in that special place. He lowered his head to nibble her neck as he tugged her blouse free
from her skirt, I watched as he put his hand inside and I could see the fabric stretch round him as he
raised his hand further to envelope her round breast, she was getting excited now and she started to
unbutton her blouse.

I have always been a man’s woman but the site of this delectable young girl as she slipped out of her
blouse exposing her white lace clad perfect breasts stirred new feelings in me, I wanted to cup my hand
round them and squeeze them. Simon obviously wanted the same as he pushed his mouth against hers
and kneaded her right breast with his hand.

I wanted to move, to take my eyes from this scene in front of me, with every stroke and caress Simon
gave this woman I felt my dreams slip a bit further away from me, yet I could not avert my eyes, still I
watched as he raised her skirt to her waist exposing white lace topped stockings and panties, stark
against the healthy summer glow of her smooth skin, he pulled her against his body and physically lifted
her as she wrapped those long gossamer legs around his waist and allowed herself to be carried to his
desk.

I felt such conflicting emotions as I observed them, fear at the knowledge my fantasy was gone, lust for
Simon as I was seeing in the flesh that which I had dreamed about for years, sexual excitement as I put
myself in her position but also an incredible and new sensation of arousal as I imagined joining them and
feeling that honed masculine physique such a contrast to the soft rounded contours of her femininity.

He lifted her onto the edge of the desk and gently pushed her shoulders down so that she was flat on his
desk with her legs wrapped around him, as I watched him unfasten his trousers and drop them to the
floor I actually gasped out loud, I looked around guiltily worried I had been heard, but there was still no
one around. Transfixed now I watched him push her legs apart and up. I almost squealed with delight
myself as he entered her. She was so stunning and the look of surprise on her face which accompanied
each thrust took her beauty to a new level, she was starting to get really excited and now I could hear
her gasps of pleasure through the door. Each thrust was a strike against my fantasy world yet each gasp
from her was a foundation of a new and better one.

I watched and watched and couldn’t not, what was happening to me, they were close to finishing now
and watching her face as she ground against him I so wanted to push the door open and kiss that
beautiful mouth, I could almost taste her, Simon was irrelevant as I watched her, I wanted to run my
hands over her, push her into the desk, grab and squeeze those amazing breasts and feel her bite my lip
as she thrust, pushing down hard against him with her hips in order to reach the depth I could see she so
desperately needed.

Still I stared through that little keyhole, my whole face aching from the one eyed grimace I appeared to
have been struck with, I could feel my own juices flowing as I watched them climb harder and higher
until they reached their peak, a peak of such pure magnitude I could almost feel it myself, each thrust
making them shout out and making me grip the doorframe until my knuckles turned white.

Simon leant over and pulled her up into his arms, brushing her now sweat soaked hair from her face, I
watched him as he kissed her forehead, her nose, her mouth and I was so wet and so frustrated and so
so jealous, jealous of him, Simon, my fantasy lover. I wanted to be where he was I wanted to taste her,
to feel her, more than I had ever wanted Simon, what was this?

I had no time to think about it now though, Simon was picking his clothes up from the floor, I tried to
stand up but my legs were locked and I stumbled knocking over my coffee, panicking like a rabbit caught
in a cars headlight I ran back to my desk, grabbed my purse and car keys and ran from the building.

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