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Tight Security
by Nick (Nick@cassandra.demon.co.uk)

***

She leaned forward, and pulled him towards her to take 
his swelling head into her mouth where she flicked it 
with her tongue. He groaned, pulling himself clear 
suddenly. She flinched slightly and gasped as she felt 
his hot fluid spatter across her cheek. Withdrawing her 
hand from her breast, she collected his semen with her 
fingers and, with eyes closed, proceeded to rub it into 
her breast. (MF, rom)

***

Author Note: This story is of an adult nature, 
containing some sexually explicit scenes. I do not 
intend either for me or the reader to break the law in 
any country where they may be read, and so if for any 
reason the law of your country forbids you from reading 
adult literature, do not read any further. 

***

He glanced up from his newspaper as she came in, and 
then briefly at the monitor screens before returning to 
his paper. Thus he missed the brief smile she gave him.  
He was vaguely aware of the rustle of plastic as she 
emptied his waste bin into her black sack, before 
leaving him in peace. It was after all, just routine. 

A few minutes later she was back, trailing her vacuum 
cleaner behind her like some exotic pet.  Again he 
looked up at her as she plugged it in and switched it 
on. This time he did see her smile, a little apologetic 
at disturbing him, and he smiled weakly back before 
returning to his paper and resuming the article that 
ran alongside the picture of the leggy blonde. 

The insistent noise of the vacuum cleaner irritated and 
distracted him.  He kept looking up to see if she had 
nearly finished. Well, that would have been his story 
if anyone had challenged him. In fact he found himself 
watching her as she bent and stretched pushing the 
nozzle of her machine into obscure and inaccessible 
nooks and crannies. She noticed his glazed lascivious 
looks, and smiled at him artlessly but seeing that he 
had caught her eye, he simply resumed reading his 
newspaper with an embarrassed cough. 

"You here all night, luv?" she asked absently as she 
unplugged the machine and started looping the cable. 

"Yep," he didn't look up from his paper. 

"Can't be much fun. When do you knock off?" 

"Seven." He still didn't look up. 

"Must get a bit lonely," she said thoughtfully. She had 
collected all her bits and was ready to go. 

He said nothing, just shrugged. 

"Listen, I'm parched. I'm going to grab a cup of coffee 
before I go. 
D'you want one?" 

He looked up at last. She had long curly chestnut hair 
tied at the back. As she stood before him, he had to 
admit that she looked attractive. In her cleaners 
overall and with no make-up, though, she was certainly 
no film-star. For him such people only existed in 
pictures next to articles he pretended to read in cheap 
newspapers, and although she had the advantage that she 
was real and standing there in front of him, he 
preferred the safety of the printed image. 

"Okay." 

She smiled and disappeared into the corridor outside 
before returning with the coffees. 

"Ta, very much," he said. 

She sat down on his visitors chair sipping her coffee 
while he continued reading the paper, wondering vaguely 
how long it would take her to drink her coffee and go. 

"You like this job, then?" she asked breaking the 
silence. 

"S'Okay, I s'pose." 

"What's the pay like?" 

"S'Okay." 

More silence. He glanced up at the monitor panel, then 
carried on reading. 

Of course he knew nothing about her. He didn't know why 
she was there drinking coffee with him and indeed the 
question never even occurred to him. He wasn't to know 
that home for her was just a lonely bed-sit and that 
after she finished that night all she had to look 
forward to was a bus-ride home and yet another night 
watching the television until she felt tired enough to 
go to bed. 

She simply made him feel slightly awkward. He didn't 
see the hungry desperation in her face because he was 
too absorbed in his newspaper, and even if he had 
looked at her, he would probably not have registered 
anything. He had no idea just what was going through 
her mind as her longing eyes ignored his pot-belly and 
armpit stains and saw only his sex. 

As far as he was concerned, she couldn't possibly be 
attracted to him. Only Julia Roberts or Demi Moore had 
ever expressed any desire for him, and then only when 
his eyes were shut. They had taste and saw him for the 
real man he was. The ordinary woman was not so 
perceptive. How could she be? 

More silence. 

By chance, as much as anything else, he looked up at 
her as he turned the page. She sat facing him and was 
now staring absently at his monitor, her hand resting 
on her thigh. From where he was, he could see a little 
white triangle between her legs. 

Her eyes met his, and this time she did not smile. He 
nearly missed it and would have moved on to the sports 
section oblivious, but the movement was there and 
unmistakable.  As he glanced down, he saw that her legs 
parting slightly, and her hand moving unambiguously 
upwards. His eyes widened reflexively and he looked 
questioningly at her face again. The lack of expression 
gave him no answers, but as she slowly raised her left 
foot to the seat, giving him a full view of her sex, 
barely trapped beneath lace panties, his newspaper 
slipped to the floor. 

He fumbled with his belt, with his fly, and she took a 
deep breath as his fleshy member sprang from its 
confines. She slipped her hand inside the top of her 
overall and under her bra, to pinch at her hardening 
nipple, biting her lip. Her heart skipped a beat in 
anticipation as he arose from his chair and advanced 
towards her, his prick swinging towards her face. 

She leaned forward, and pulled him towards her to take 
his swelling head into her mouth where she flicked it 
with her tongue. He groaned, pulling himself clear 
suddenly. She flinched slightly and gasped as she felt 
his hot fluid spatter across her cheek. Withdrawing her 
hand from her breast, she collected his semen with her 
fingers and, with eyes closed, proceeded to rub it into 
her breast. 

She cried out loud, thrusting her hips forward as she 
slid her other hand inside her panties. She was all but 
oblivious of him as he re-zipped his fly and walked 
uncertainly back to his chair. Her fingers desperately 
manipulated her engorged clitoris and spread her 
delicate moist folds for him, but he simply retrieved 
his newspaper. Her hips bucked convulsively with her 
approaching orgasm as he started to read with 
disappointment how the Arsenal had lost to Wimbledon. 

When she had finished herself off, she sat there for a 
moment, her soaked panties now a source of discomfort 
and embarrassment. As the warm sensations of passion 
wore off, she began to feel dirty and humiliated. 
Slowly she marshalled her thoughts and feelings, to 
direct them at what now became the object of her 
loathing. She looked at him venomously, seeing now the 
pot-belly and armpit stains, as he concentrated 
ferociously on why his favourite team had lost so 
dismally. 

Bastard! 

"Well," and she cleared her throat, trying to keep her 
voice even, "I'll be going now, then." 

There seemed to be no more for her to say or do. He 
could only bring himself to nod. 

She rose from the damp visitors chair and left his 
office walking slowly down the empty corridors to the 
building's entrance to sign out and leave. She seemed 
unaware of the whirring of the motors on the monitor 
cameras which followed her. Her bowed figure moved from 
screen to screen on his monitor station as he watched 
her go. Something stirred within him, but he wasn't 
sure what it was and as she faded from view there was 
less and less he could do about it anyway. 

He returned to his newspaper. 

END 

Comments welcome: E-mail Nick@cassandra.demon.co.uk 

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