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[All blog entries and stories are based on true events. Only names, locations, dates and times have been changed for privacy]
I was covering security on a site that was in the process of shutting down. All but a skeleton of staff had been laid off and the logistical side of this transition was taking a lot longer than expected.
It was a Sunday afternoon and the receptionist was working on her own spreading files around the floor to get a bigger picture of the chaos the old receptionist had left behind. She couldn’t do that while other people were around as she didn’t want anyone to think she wasn’t up to the task.
As she was working alone I had to do periodical “lone worker checks”.
Zoe was in her early forties a former tennis player and coach who had become a bit of a gym bunny. Always well presented, bleached blonde hair and blue/green eyes meant she was often the conversation topic around the factory while it was open. Around five foot six tall and never more than a size ten or twelve she was a kind of MILF next door. Not quite Stepford wives but a good to high average. Thanks to Stockholm syndrome she was easily best of the very limited bunch. Her hair was wavier than usual and she had more make up on than a week day. It was a sideways promotion to receptionist when the previous one took redundancy (early retirement).
Some of the lone worker checks would be a phone call and others would be a visit while I was doing a perimeter patrol.
Zoe always had a nice phone voice, we would flirt a little as the factory rumour mill was more than aware but she was in a dead end married but I did not want to compromise my position. I know some security officers who have taken advantage of their position and regretted it. Anyway I could hear the tiredness and frustration in her voice during phone checks and asked if she had enough coffee.
“I’m fine”. This sounded less than convincing.
So a short while later I went round and popped in to make sure. Zoe was on all fours in front of me leaning forward to a pile at the back of the crescendo of dead trees. I didn’t look for more than a split second but took in every detail. Her shoes were long kicked off, toes flat on the floor with her feet at a little over ninety degrees to her ankles. Firm developed calves flowed from a vee to her knees where a few inches higher the rest of her legs were covered by a grey skirt that failed to hide her bum as effectively. She had a white shirt/blouse open with the sleeves rolled up. Zoe leaned back, stood up and turned to show the top three buttons were unclasped.
“Hi, just another check”. Zoe looked at me and could see I was sincere.
“I could feel the draft when you opened the door”. All was going as well as expected. I couldn’t help but be distracted by the thought that if Zoe could feel the draft and knew I was there, did she want me to look?
The next check was done by phone.
“Aw, you’re not coming over this time?”
“I wouldn’t want you to catch a draft”. Was that an invitation? Am I over thinking this?
About thirty five minutes later Zoe called me.
“Hi, can you help me please? I’ve fallen off a box in the filing room and hurt my ankle”.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can”. I made my way through the factory as it was the quickest route. I wouldn’t run because if I tripped over we’d both be stuck but I got there briskly. The filing room was a loft above the reception and offices and had thousands of boxes of files and documentation dating back to when the site was opened in the 1970’s. I opened the door at the bottom of the staircase. The thought had crossed my mind that it was some kind of ruse and she wanted me to more than get a sneaky look but I was mostly concerned for her welfare.
I reached the top of the stairs and Zoe had trainers on, sat on a box with her right leg out stretched and clutching her left ankle. I asked what had happened. She was using the box she was sitting on to reach the top shelf when it rolled and she landed with her foot at a forty five degree angle.
I asked if she would show me and reached out to touch her foot.
“Would you like me to take my trainer off?”
“No it’s fine. It’s the only thing supporting you until we get this...”
I tapped her foot to gauge pain response.
“Ouch!”
“Wrapped up”. I gently touched her ankle and could feel it was warmer one side than the other.
“Okay. You have either a nasty twist or a slight sprain”.
“I didn’t know you were first aid trained”. I pointed to my hand above her ankle and said.
“Just as well I am as I’m sure this would be a disciplinary meeting”. Zoe laughed and I moved beside her, lifted her right leg so her knees were level and picked her up.
“Wooooa! What?” As Zoe wrapped her arms around my shoulders and back.
“These steps are pretty steep so it’s the best way down”. I explained.
“You’re not carrying me all the way to first aid”. It was at the other end of the main building; a good hundred or so meters away.
“I’ve already thought about that. Can you get the door please?” Zoe reached down, turned the handle and I pushed the door open with my foot.
I sat her down on her chair and walked over to the doors that divided the reception to the other end of the building. I then went round the back of her chair and started to push.
“Oh God! You’re mad”. I had pushed her through the doors and it was a long corridor to the first aid room.
“Shame this isn’t an emergency”.
“Why?”
“Because I would have to run!” I pushed harder to overcome inertia and ran down the corridor much to Zoe’s amusement.
We got to the room a moment later and I asked...
“Can you get on the treatment chair yourself or would you like me to lift you again?”
Zoe was still giggling as she hopped up on her right foot, leaned her bum against the side of the chair, lifted the arm out of the way and twisted herself to a seated position. The chair itself had individual leg supports I reached down to elevate her left foot when she asked me to stop.
“Don’t do that. I uuuummmmm; aren’t ahhhhh”. I guessed what the problem was. Her skirt was a close fit and she didn’t want me to see her underwear.
I took a towel from the work surface and placed it over her thighs, knees and half way down her shins.
“I wouldn’t want you to catch a draft”. Zoe smiled.
“Oh no it’s not that”.
“Ha! Worried I might see your knickers?” I smiled cheekily until.
“Not really. They’re at home”. That was a mood swinger. I coyly looked away and opened the cupboard with the tubular bandages.
“Okay I just need to take your shoe off”. I reached over, gently lifted her foot and carefully untied the laces; before slowly opening her trainer up so it was as loose as possible and said...
“Sorry if this hurts at all” as I took her trainer off.
“Is your car a manual or automatic?” I asked to distract her.
“Automatic why?”
“I would have suggested you might need a lift home as it’s your clutch foot”.
“I wouldn’t have thought of that”. I was rummaging through the cupboard.
“What are you looking for?” Zoe asked.
“A cold compress or gel pack”.
“Those were packed and shipped to another factory last week”.
“Oh, bugger”. I grabbed a few hand towels and ran them under the cold tap.
“This won’t really be cold enough for what I want but it will have to do”.
“What are you trying to do?” She asked as I put the cold wet paper mache on her foot.
“Cold is numbing so it won’t hurt as much when I put the bandage on”.
“I wouldn’t have bothered with that either”. I was holding her foot until I could feel the heat coming through, took the wet towels off and hook shot them in the bin the other side of the room. I picked up the bandage and stretched it.
“Okay. Can you point your toes forward like a ballerina please?” Zoe did this and a started to slip the bandage over her toes.
“Let me know if this hurts”. I slid the bandage beyond the ball of her foot, up her sole and metatarsal, slowing as I reached the base of her heel. I took my left hand off the dressing and placed it under her achilles tendon to lift her foot a couple of inches. I rolled my right hand around the dressing and lifted pulling it further up until Zoe winced a little.
“Okay?”
“Hmmm; yeah”. That sounded a little pleasant. I was trying not to think of her commando confession.
“You have a very gentle touch. I’m enjoying it”. I moved my left arm back to her calf so I could get the dressing over her foot completely. I put her foot back down so I could slowly move the dressing all the way up her calf. Reaching over for a pair of scissors I cut the tube just off her toes. I moved the dressing a little further almost to her knee my hands went under the towel I had placed for her discretion. Zoe moaned a little. I wasn’t sure if it was in pain or pleasure so I carried on. As soon as the cut was over her toes I folded the end of the dressing over and began to pull it back over her calf. As I exposed her previously silky smooth skin had become goose bumped.
“Sorry are you cold?” There was no heating on in the first aid room at the weekend as there wasn’t supposed to be any staff there.
“Far from it”.
“You don’t have to tell me”. I winked. As I pulled the dressing down over her ankle I used it to lift her foot. Zoe smiled and looked at me as I continued to pull the dressing down the ball of her foot and a little bit more than the bottom of the bandage. I tucked the top end into the bottom so it looked like two neat folds at both ends. Zoe picked the towel up from her lap and held it against her face. I tried so hard not to look but she opened her legs invitingly. I ran my fingers inside the top of her dressing to make sure it wasn’t rutted and smoothed my hands either side of it to her toes. She moaned again and moved a little forward so I could see all the way up her skirt if I wanted. My left hand under her ankle I gently pressed the ball of her foot so her ankle was at ninety degrees, wrapping my fingers around her toes I pulled it down forty five degrees and pushed it back up.
“What are you doing?” She asked from behind the towel.
“It’s important you can move your ankle freely and not get stiff”.
Zoe threw the towel at me and said.
“It’s you who needs to be stiff Ray”. It was the first time she had called me by my name that day. I looked up and made eye contact with Zoe and she reached down, lifted her skirt and opened her legs as far as she could on the chair.
Her vagina was glisteningly wet and ruby red. A little landing strip of dark brown hair showed me her true colours. I pulled a lever so her right foot could drop to the floor, ran my fingers along her left leg as I kneeled in front of her and kissed her right kneecap. Zoe giggled again until began to kiss the inside of her right thigh, holding her leg open as she squirmed.
“Oh, Ray”. I moved further up and swapped between thighs.
“Ray?” My nose was literally touching her landing strip and she suddenly jolted.
“RAY!”
“Sorry. What’s wrong?” I looked up above the top of her skirt.
“Nobody has ever...” I interrupted by bobbing my head down like I was after the first apple (I always tried to bob for apples first at Halloween. If you think about it after the fifth or sixth try that water is about 25% spit).
My tongue clapped as roughly clasped my right arm around her left thigh and pulled her tight against my mouth. I could feel how hard and warm her clitoris was as I kissed and ran my tongue up and down. I tenderly sucked her clit and she started to grind a little. Moaning and sighing loud enough to be heard if anyone else was there. Sucking and flicking her clit between swiping my tongue the length of her vagina up and down. Finding a rhythm and changing it just I could feel Zoe was starting to relax. Zoe had reached down and lifted her shirt from her skirt and was undoing the buttons. Suddenly she leaned forward and grabbed the hair on the back of my head. I took that as a cue to suck her clit as hard as I could. Her buttocks clenched lifting us both a couple of inches.
“Oooooohhhhhh-wooooooh-ooooooohhhh! Fuuuuuuccccckckkkk!” Her butt dropped back on the seat and she leaned back as her orgasm wept from her vagina. I looked up again and Zoe was panting like she had just run a hundred meters. Her bra pulled down exposing her thirty four B breasts and nipples sticking out where she had been massaging them. I stood before her and leaned over to kiss and suck them but she grabbed my shirt and pulled me up to her lips. We kissed passionately for a while Zoe reached down to unbuckle my belt and loosen my trousers.
“Hang on. I have a condom in my wallet”. Zoe took my cock in her right hand.
“No. If I go home stinking of a rubber someone could find out”. She said as she stroked and pulled my foreskin back.
“I’d better try not cum inside you then”.
“Not my pussy at least”. Zoe leaned over and engulfed the head of my penis with her mouth. Zoe wanked my shaft as she sucked and ran her tongue around the head. She pushed her head down as far as she could a few times before sucking the head again. I could already feel like I was going to cum. That was not what I had in mind at all. I stepped away and pulled another lever on the chair dropping the back so Zoe was laying flat. I reached down and placed a hand either side of her face and as I leaned her head back she willingly opened her mouth. She grabbed my cock and pulled it down into her mouth. She sucked the head of my penis as hard as she could again but instead of sliding her head down I pushed a little, then a little more, and more until I was upside down face fucking her. I’m sure there’s a Kama Sutra or Porn name for this position but all I could think of was the Spiderman kiss from the Toby McGuire days. To get that stupid film out of my mind I reached down and started to caress, massage, cup and play with Zoe’s breasts and nipples. Between...
“Ooooooommmmmpppppahhhh! Ooooooooommmmmppppahhh!” Zoe moaned to the breast play and began to play with her vagina. I started to think about moving her hands out of the way and having sex with her and that was enough to make my prostate twinge. I looked down at her playing, moved my hands away from her breasts and held her face again as I ejaculated in her mouth.
“Ooooommmmmm! Gulp!”. She didn’t have much choice but to swallow. Not that there was any objection.
I raised the back of the chair and handed Zoe a few paper towels to clean the saliva and semen from her face.
“For someone who is gentle with his hands you’re evil with that Ray”. She said gesturing toward my fly as I did it up.
From then on Zoe would ask me to check her foot was okay as code for when she wanted my company.
I was covering security on a site that was in the process of shutting down. All but a skeleton of staff had been laid off and the logistical side of this transition was taking a lot longer than expected.
It was a Sunday afternoon and the receptionist was working on her own spreading files around the floor to get a bigger picture of the chaos the old receptionist had left behind. She couldn’t do that while other people were around as she didn’t want anyone to think she wasn’t up to the task.
As she was working alone I had to do periodical “lone worker checks”.
Zoe was in her early forties a former tennis player and coach who had become a bit of a gym bunny. Always well presented, bleached blonde hair and blue/green eyes meant she was often the conversation topic around the factory while it was open. Around five foot six tall and never more than a size ten or twelve she was a kind of MILF next door. Not quite Stepford wives but a good to high average. Thanks to Stockholm syndrome she was easily best of the very limited bunch. Her hair was wavier than usual and she had more make up on than a week day. It was a sideways promotion to receptionist when the previous one took redundancy (early retirement).
Some of the lone worker checks would be a phone call and others would be a visit while I was doing a perimeter patrol.
Zoe always had a nice phone voice, we would flirt a little as the factory rumour mill was more than aware but she was in a dead end married but I did not want to compromise my position. I know some security officers who have taken advantage of their position and regretted it. Anyway I could hear the tiredness and frustration in her voice during phone checks and asked if she had enough coffee.
“I’m fine”. This sounded less than convincing.
So a short while later I went round and popped in to make sure. Zoe was on all fours in front of me leaning forward to a pile at the back of the crescendo of dead trees. I didn’t look for more than a split second but took in every detail. Her shoes were long kicked off, toes flat on the floor with her feet at a little over ninety degrees to her ankles. Firm developed calves flowed from a vee to her knees where a few inches higher the rest of her legs were covered by a grey skirt that failed to hide her bum as effectively. She had a white shirt/blouse open with the sleeves rolled up. Zoe leaned back, stood up and turned to show the top three buttons were unclasped.
“Hi, just another check”. Zoe looked at me and could see I was sincere.
“I could feel the draft when you opened the door”. All was going as well as expected. I couldn’t help but be distracted by the thought that if Zoe could feel the draft and knew I was there, did she want me to look?
The next check was done by phone.
“Aw, you’re not coming over this time?”
“I wouldn’t want you to catch a draft”. Was that an invitation? Am I over thinking this?
About thirty five minutes later Zoe called me.
“Hi, can you help me please? I’ve fallen off a box in the filing room and hurt my ankle”.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can”. I made my way through the factory as it was the quickest route. I wouldn’t run because if I tripped over we’d both be stuck but I got there briskly. The filing room was a loft above the reception and offices and had thousands of boxes of files and documentation dating back to when the site was opened in the 1970’s. I opened the door at the bottom of the staircase. The thought had crossed my mind that it was some kind of ruse and she wanted me to more than get a sneaky look but I was mostly concerned for her welfare.
I reached the top of the stairs and Zoe had trainers on, sat on a box with her right leg out stretched and clutching her left ankle. I asked what had happened. She was using the box she was sitting on to reach the top shelf when it rolled and she landed with her foot at a forty five degree angle.
I asked if she would show me and reached out to touch her foot.
“Would you like me to take my trainer off?”
“No it’s fine. It’s the only thing supporting you until we get this...”
I tapped her foot to gauge pain response.
“Ouch!”
“Wrapped up”. I gently touched her ankle and could feel it was warmer one side than the other.
“Okay. You have either a nasty twist or a slight sprain”.
“I didn’t know you were first aid trained”. I pointed to my hand above her ankle and said.
“Just as well I am as I’m sure this would be a disciplinary meeting”. Zoe laughed and I moved beside her, lifted her right leg so her knees were level and picked her up.
“Wooooa! What?” As Zoe wrapped her arms around my shoulders and back.
“These steps are pretty steep so it’s the best way down”. I explained.
“You’re not carrying me all the way to first aid”. It was at the other end of the main building; a good hundred or so meters away.
“I’ve already thought about that. Can you get the door please?” Zoe reached down, turned the handle and I pushed the door open with my foot.
I sat her down on her chair and walked over to the doors that divided the reception to the other end of the building. I then went round the back of her chair and started to push.
“Oh God! You’re mad”. I had pushed her through the doors and it was a long corridor to the first aid room.
“Shame this isn’t an emergency”.
“Why?”
“Because I would have to run!” I pushed harder to overcome inertia and ran down the corridor much to Zoe’s amusement.
We got to the room a moment later and I asked...
“Can you get on the treatment chair yourself or would you like me to lift you again?”
Zoe was still giggling as she hopped up on her right foot, leaned her bum against the side of the chair, lifted the arm out of the way and twisted herself to a seated position. The chair itself had individual leg supports I reached down to elevate her left foot when she asked me to stop.
“Don’t do that. I uuuummmmm; aren’t ahhhhh”. I guessed what the problem was. Her skirt was a close fit and she didn’t want me to see her underwear.
I took a towel from the work surface and placed it over her thighs, knees and half way down her shins.
“I wouldn’t want you to catch a draft”. Zoe smiled.
“Oh no it’s not that”.
“Ha! Worried I might see your knickers?” I smiled cheekily until.
“Not really. They’re at home”. That was a mood swinger. I coyly looked away and opened the cupboard with the tubular bandages.
“Okay I just need to take your shoe off”. I reached over, gently lifted her foot and carefully untied the laces; before slowly opening her trainer up so it was as loose as possible and said...
“Sorry if this hurts at all” as I took her trainer off.
“Is your car a manual or automatic?” I asked to distract her.
“Automatic why?”
“I would have suggested you might need a lift home as it’s your clutch foot”.
“I wouldn’t have thought of that”. I was rummaging through the cupboard.
“What are you looking for?” Zoe asked.
“A cold compress or gel pack”.
“Those were packed and shipped to another factory last week”.
“Oh, bugger”. I grabbed a few hand towels and ran them under the cold tap.
“This won’t really be cold enough for what I want but it will have to do”.
“What are you trying to do?” She asked as I put the cold wet paper mache on her foot.
“Cold is numbing so it won’t hurt as much when I put the bandage on”.
“I wouldn’t have bothered with that either”. I was holding her foot until I could feel the heat coming through, took the wet towels off and hook shot them in the bin the other side of the room. I picked up the bandage and stretched it.
“Okay. Can you point your toes forward like a ballerina please?” Zoe did this and a started to slip the bandage over her toes.
“Let me know if this hurts”. I slid the bandage beyond the ball of her foot, up her sole and metatarsal, slowing as I reached the base of her heel. I took my left hand off the dressing and placed it under her achilles tendon to lift her foot a couple of inches. I rolled my right hand around the dressing and lifted pulling it further up until Zoe winced a little.
“Okay?”
“Hmmm; yeah”. That sounded a little pleasant. I was trying not to think of her commando confession.
“You have a very gentle touch. I’m enjoying it”. I moved my left arm back to her calf so I could get the dressing over her foot completely. I put her foot back down so I could slowly move the dressing all the way up her calf. Reaching over for a pair of scissors I cut the tube just off her toes. I moved the dressing a little further almost to her knee my hands went under the towel I had placed for her discretion. Zoe moaned a little. I wasn’t sure if it was in pain or pleasure so I carried on. As soon as the cut was over her toes I folded the end of the dressing over and began to pull it back over her calf. As I exposed her previously silky smooth skin had become goose bumped.
“Sorry are you cold?” There was no heating on in the first aid room at the weekend as there wasn’t supposed to be any staff there.
“Far from it”.
“You don’t have to tell me”. I winked. As I pulled the dressing down over her ankle I used it to lift her foot. Zoe smiled and looked at me as I continued to pull the dressing down the ball of her foot and a little bit more than the bottom of the bandage. I tucked the top end into the bottom so it looked like two neat folds at both ends. Zoe picked the towel up from her lap and held it against her face. I tried so hard not to look but she opened her legs invitingly. I ran my fingers inside the top of her dressing to make sure it wasn’t rutted and smoothed my hands either side of it to her toes. She moaned again and moved a little forward so I could see all the way up her skirt if I wanted. My left hand under her ankle I gently pressed the ball of her foot so her ankle was at ninety degrees, wrapping my fingers around her toes I pulled it down forty five degrees and pushed it back up.
“What are you doing?” She asked from behind the towel.
“It’s important you can move your ankle freely and not get stiff”.
Zoe threw the towel at me and said.
“It’s you who needs to be stiff Ray”. It was the first time she had called me by my name that day. I looked up and made eye contact with Zoe and she reached down, lifted her skirt and opened her legs as far as she could on the chair.
Her vagina was glisteningly wet and ruby red. A little landing strip of dark brown hair showed me her true colours. I pulled a lever so her right foot could drop to the floor, ran my fingers along her left leg as I kneeled in front of her and kissed her right kneecap. Zoe giggled again until began to kiss the inside of her right thigh, holding her leg open as she squirmed.
“Oh, Ray”. I moved further up and swapped between thighs.
“Ray?” My nose was literally touching her landing strip and she suddenly jolted.
“RAY!”
“Sorry. What’s wrong?” I looked up above the top of her skirt.
“Nobody has ever...” I interrupted by bobbing my head down like I was after the first apple (I always tried to bob for apples first at Halloween. If you think about it after the fifth or sixth try that water is about 25% spit).
My tongue clapped as roughly clasped my right arm around her left thigh and pulled her tight against my mouth. I could feel how hard and warm her clitoris was as I kissed and ran my tongue up and down. I tenderly sucked her clit and she started to grind a little. Moaning and sighing loud enough to be heard if anyone else was there. Sucking and flicking her clit between swiping my tongue the length of her vagina up and down. Finding a rhythm and changing it just I could feel Zoe was starting to relax. Zoe had reached down and lifted her shirt from her skirt and was undoing the buttons. Suddenly she leaned forward and grabbed the hair on the back of my head. I took that as a cue to suck her clit as hard as I could. Her buttocks clenched lifting us both a couple of inches.
“Oooooohhhhhh-wooooooh-ooooooohhhh! Fuuuuuuccccckckkkk!” Her butt dropped back on the seat and she leaned back as her orgasm wept from her vagina. I looked up again and Zoe was panting like she had just run a hundred meters. Her bra pulled down exposing her thirty four B breasts and nipples sticking out where she had been massaging them. I stood before her and leaned over to kiss and suck them but she grabbed my shirt and pulled me up to her lips. We kissed passionately for a while Zoe reached down to unbuckle my belt and loosen my trousers.
“Hang on. I have a condom in my wallet”. Zoe took my cock in her right hand.
“No. If I go home stinking of a rubber someone could find out”. She said as she stroked and pulled my foreskin back.
“I’d better try not cum inside you then”.
“Not my pussy at least”. Zoe leaned over and engulfed the head of my penis with her mouth. Zoe wanked my shaft as she sucked and ran her tongue around the head. She pushed her head down as far as she could a few times before sucking the head again. I could already feel like I was going to cum. That was not what I had in mind at all. I stepped away and pulled another lever on the chair dropping the back so Zoe was laying flat. I reached down and placed a hand either side of her face and as I leaned her head back she willingly opened her mouth. She grabbed my cock and pulled it down into her mouth. She sucked the head of my penis as hard as she could again but instead of sliding her head down I pushed a little, then a little more, and more until I was upside down face fucking her. I’m sure there’s a Kama Sutra or Porn name for this position but all I could think of was the Spiderman kiss from the Toby McGuire days. To get that stupid film out of my mind I reached down and started to caress, massage, cup and play with Zoe’s breasts and nipples. Between...
“Ooooooommmmmpppppahhhh! Ooooooooommmmmppppahhh!” Zoe moaned to the breast play and began to play with her vagina. I started to think about moving her hands out of the way and having sex with her and that was enough to make my prostate twinge. I looked down at her playing, moved my hands away from her breasts and held her face again as I ejaculated in her mouth.
“Ooooommmmmm! Gulp!”. She didn’t have much choice but to swallow. Not that there was any objection.
I raised the back of the chair and handed Zoe a few paper towels to clean the saliva and semen from her face.
“For someone who is gentle with his hands you’re evil with that Ray”. She said gesturing toward my fly as I did it up.
From then on Zoe would ask me to check her foot was okay as code for when she wanted my company.
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