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Mrs Andrews
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, Fem-Dom, exhibitionism

I apologise in advance for this story, I've decided to break with my usual convention of writing my story from my own point of view, I am placing myself in the mind and body of Hugo, a chat friend from Literotica, Hugo, this story is for you!

I'm the most qualified electrician working out of the Ipswich office, more than half of the meter fitters aren't even qualified electricians. We all work under Dawn Andrews, The only female installations manager in the nationwide business, collectively known as UK Metering Services Limited.

The tale I want to tell today isn't one of an exciting opportunity while fitting electricity meters, they do exist though, believe me but only a fool would risk taking up one of those opportunities in this day and age.. No, the thing that happened to make me want to brag in this way happened in the main office in Ipswich.

Our company's office in Ipswich was one huge open plan room for the clerical staff, a small area, lovingly called the goldfish bowl because it had four walls of glass for the foremen and field supervisors to do their planning and the field staff reporting area. The goldfish bowl was important as a buffer area, firstly, it kept the manual staff away from the clerical staff but most importantly, it kept the noise level down in the main office. I had actually taken sound level measurements for the health and safety reviews, fifty decibels in the main office, sixty decibels in the goldfish bowl and eighty decibels in the reporting area.

The reporting area and the goldfish bowl were only occupied from eight o'clock to nine in the morning and from four o'clock to five in the afternoon, the rest of the time, the manual staff and the supervisors would all be expected to be out in the field working, manual staff didn't get to use the canteen, opps, sorry, the staff restaurant, so if any of us get the opportunity to work around the site we jumped at it, nice warm toilets, good food and the tea and coffee machines were all on free vend.

When Mrs Andrews called me into the office to ask if I thought I could do a 'little' job around the office I jumped at the opportunity, even though it had been a while since I had been involved in the type of work that needed doing. "Networking computers, since we doubled the size of the clerical team after we closed the Cambridge office, the old network has almost ground to a halt, we need to move from the old coaxial cable system and onto a more efficient router based system but we will need a new cable running through to every desk in the office. That's where you come in, do you think you are up to it?"

I was very well versed in the system that we currently had, I had fitted several similar systems, it was based on a single cable that ran from the server throughout the building, the cable was similar to the brown wire running from the areal on the roof of your house down to the TV, the only real difference in the two cables were quality of materials used and the impedance, TV co-axial cables are fifty ohms, network co-axial cables were generally seventy-five ohms. The cable was run out throughout the building as an unbroken line, then where ever you needed a computer you cut the cable, crimped a 'BNC' plug on each end of the cut and screwed each plug into a 'T' piece connector, then you either connected the third socket into the PC or put a shunt plug to make the server think there was a PC connected. The benefits of the system we had was it was very cheap to install, very fast to repair and very little to go wrong, the downfalls were very few, the main one was collisions, if two or more PC's tried to call on the server at the same time they were all ignored, the computers were set up to deal with collisions, they just repeated the request over and over again until they got through. This was the problem we had, over two hundred PC's on the network meant that they were sitting calling to the server for several minutes every time the clerk wanted to do any work.

The new system that Mrs' Andrews was talking to me about installing was a router system, a panel would be installed in between the server and the rest of the network, in the panel would be a socket for every PC that would need to be connected onto the system and a buffer, a separate wire would need to be run out all the way from the panel to each individual PC. The buffer would store each request made to the server, the time of the request and the IP address of the PC making the request, then, as the server became free, the buffer would feed out the next request in chronological order. Each clerk would still have to wait for the server to become free but now they were waiting in a queue rather than having the hit or miss situation of resending the request over and over again.

My job would be to run each of those cables through the building to a point under each of the desks, I would be left to my own devices, working at weekends when I had to run cables through the space above the ceiling tiles where ladders etcetera would be in the way of workers in the main room and working under each desk during the day when only one clerk at a time would be disturbed, in most cases there would be a spare machine for them to move on to.

The office layout was quite Dickensian, two hundred desks all facing towards the managers desk in rows of ten desks, Mrs. Andrews had a desk that was larger than the rest, it was what was called a partner desk, usually seating two people face to face, Mrs' Andrews didn't have a partner facing her, they would have got in the way of her unobstructed view over her domain, instead of a partner there was a planter across the opposite face of the desk , long, white, porcelain trough filled with variegated broad-leafed grasses.

Dawn, although I would never let her catch me calling her Dawn, was a very strict woman, no one would approach her for an idle chat, in fact, most of the staff, manual as well as clerical would rather not talk to her at all, she was all business, not quite fifty, good looking, medium to heavy build but certainly not fat, I never saw her with a hair out of place or a smudge in her makeup, she wasn't a flashy dresser, she had a series of business clothes that she wore in rotation, all dresses, all cut to show off her figure, and all in materials and colours that wouldn't show creases from long days driving or sitting at her desk. Dawn had a well honed mind, an unequalled business knowledge and a built in bull shit detector that was always on.

I was forty two, relatively new to the company, I was one of the few, fully trained, electricians, brought in from industry to fill knowledge and skills gaps in Dawn's workforce, my wife was only thirty eight years old, she was very pretty and had a good body, I was lucky to have her but when I compared her to dawn, twelve years her senior there was no comparison, Mrs Andrews was head and shoulders above my wife in looks, style and intelligence.

And to the point of this story, I had been working for six weeks, I had wired, connected and transferred all two hundred PC's in the main office, Mrs' Andrews was the last desk to be converted, I bumped into her last thing on Wednesday night as I was patching the last of her staff's PC's into the router panel, I told her that I would be starting running the cable into her desk first thing in the morning, I got the feeling that Dawn wouldn't be moving onto one of the spare desks, sitting amongst her staff didn't seem like her style at all but I had given her fare warning that I would be disturbing her workspace for several hours in the morning.

I started early, by nine thirty Mrs. Andrews was still not at her desk, I asked the programming team leader, nominally Dawn's second in command, Dawn was at a meeting, no one had any idea when she would be back but it meant that I could get on with my work uninterrupted, there was also a much lighter feeling amongst the rest of the staff too without Mrs. Andrews watchful eye over them all the time.

I had run the cable through to the point under Dawn's desk, being a partner desk there was no modesty panel, it was after alol designed to have another person blocking the view under the desk from the other side, I guess the planter formed two purposes, the first to keep staff away from her desk and stop them reading confidential documents, the second was to stop people looking at her legs under the desk.

I had crawled into the space under the desk to mount the UTL socket into the connection space, I had to cut a square out of the plastic cover to screw the plate too, then terminate the cable into the back of the plate. As I started to saw out the square Dawn returned to her desk and sat down, fortunately I had left her PC connected to the old network so she could still use it, another good thing was that I had set up my lamp to give me enough light to work in the darkened space beneath her desk as all light was cut off once Dawn sat in her seat and slid her legs under.

I cleared my throat and knocked on the underside of her desk to warn her that I was under there working beneath her, it was almost eleven o'clock, I felt a little guilty but I couldn't help turning, with difficulty, so that I was facing Dawn and looking at her knees, there was something very different about her, the usual business dress was gone, her dresses were seldom above her knees, often full length not even showing her ankles off, as I looked in her direction I saw knees, she was wearing a skirt instead of a dress, skirt and blouse, and from what I could see of the blouse it was very sheer, white nylon with a fancy ruffle down the front, I could just make out her bra through the thin material too, as she was something like a thirty-eight 'D' cup, her bra was very full but also showing through the thin material was lots of fancy embroidery and just a hint if lace too.

I cleared my throat again and started sawing at the plastic, there was no way that she didn't know I was under her desk, then she slipped forward in her seat slightly and parted her knees slightly, it shocked me a little, part of me wanted to turn my back again as I felt a little awkward, there were over two hundred people looking in our direction, they couldn't see me because of the planter but I still felt very awkward looking at my bosses thighs, and the opening of the legs in a quick flash could have been an accident as could the sliding forward in her seat.

I turned my torch up from pointing at the floor, I shone it directly at Dawn's legs, illuminating up her skirt, all the time there was the constant clicking of the keys on her keyboard as she typed above my head. There was another slight slip forward in the seat, this time her legs parted far wider than before, she was wearing hold up's, dark tan, making the bare flesh at the tops of her thighs almost shine out, bare thighs and bare cunt too, not knickers or hair obscuring the view. I was instantly hard, then a hand appeared, Dawn was now typing one handed as she lifted her shirt.

Dawn had to see the beam of light now shining directly at her pussy, her legs wide open; her six inch heals spread as wide as the space under the desk allowed. I watched, incredulously as two fingers of her left hand toyed around her bare gash before diving deep into her body, she was masturbating herself with middle and third fingers as deep as they would go, covering her wedding ring completely. After a show of five or six minutes, a show that actually included a mini climax, silent as possible but I could see her shuddering in her seat.

I watched as fingers slipped out of her cunt, they glistened in the lamplight, I had expected her to adjust her skirt and leave as suddenly as she had arrived but she didn't, she turned her hand towards me, beckoned me with the two soaking fingers, I knee-walked to her, she felt for my mouth and then forced her fingers into my mouth, forcing me to suck her fingers clean. Her hand made several trips to her fanny, dredging more lubricating liquid onto her fingers and pushing them back into my mouth each time, this went on for fifteen minutes before she reached further under her desk, her hand on the back of my head, pulling my face between her thighs, grinding her pussy against my face until I stuck out my tongue and started to lick her out.

At one point there was even someone standing just to the side of her desk, I went to pull my head away but she gripped the back of my head and held my mouth against her pussy as she dealt with a business enquiry from one of her staff. Unfortunately, or was that fortunately, the enquiry meant that Dawn had to leave her desk and go through to the MD's office which was the only private office in the building, it was actually called the Board Room rather than his office but as he was always part of the board meeting it served both purposes.

I took the opportunity to finish off the work under Dawn's desk, I had no idea how I would be able to look her in the eye after what had happened. I worked quickly, finished off under the desk and connected the flying lead from the socket into the network card on her PC after removing the old BNC plug, Crazy as it seemed, even though Dawn's PC was the last in the old network, I still had to place a stopper plug in the old network as the server would have been unhappy until the old network card was finally disconnected out of the server array, a job that was way beyond my grade to do, that would be the server engineers over the next weekend to do that work.

I went into the server room and plugged Dawn's cable into the router, all I had left to do was fit the back plates to the router panel, mount and lock the glass doors covering the patch panel area, an hour or so and I would be looking for something else to do for the afternoon.

As I worked behind the router panel I got my second shock of the day, before I had managed to fit the back plate I heard the server room door open, then close and the sound of the latch being dropped, I didn't like the door being locked while I was in the server room, even though I had locked the fire suppressant system off, there was still a huge tank of hayleron gas in the room, if that went off, I would have around one minute to get out of the room or die.

Dawn found me behind the panel, as she walked towards me she was unbuttoning her blouse, I wanted to say something but couldn't get any words out of my mouth, blouse dumped on the floor she reached behind her back, a quick flick of practiced fingers and her breasts were free and the bra on top of the blouse. Dawn had absolutely fantastic breasts, she was huge, I had thought that her breast shape, considering that they were so big, was down to expensive corsetry but I was wrong, her breasts still had the shape even though her bra was now not supporting them, even with the best model's I hadn't seen a shape like that without the aid of silicone.

Dawn took another step and unzipped her skirt, allowing it to drop to the floor and stepping out of the puddle of material on the floor. Call me fast on the up-take but I got the idea that Dawn wanted sex and started to unfasten my belt to drop my trousers, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I was shocked, I thought that I was reading things right, especially after being forced to give her oral sex under her desk in front of a room full of people working away. I was starting to stammer out something but Dawn stopped me, I refastened my belt, Dawn was now right in front of me, "That's better, you're at work, you mustn't be out of uniform!" Dawn reached down and opened my zip, struggled slightly to get my, ram-rod hard cock, out of my trousers, she lifted one leg and rested a stiletto healed shoe onto the buffer rack, as the buffer rack wasn't designed to be exposed, it wasn't fully protected, just open circuit boards, the metal tip of Dawn's heal was just millimetres away from the delicate circuitry, as my dick was doing all the thinking for me I didn't mention the danger to her as she pulled me against her and started to hump her cunt against my body.

I suddenly felt my cock being enveloped by Dawn's cunt, she fucked me, I was trapped against the panel and did nothing more than provide the cock for her to hump herself off against. She worked hard and gave herself a very noisy climax before driving me over the edge, filling her vaginal cavity with my spunk. Dawn took hold of my tie and, leaving her foot raised as it was on the panel, she pulled me down onto my knees and made me stay there until I had finished licking every drop of my spunk out of her cunt. "My god Dawn you're bloody fantastic!" "I'm Mrs. Andrews, never forget that!" There was no hint of a joke in her voice, she was deadly serious, I would be expected to keep up office protocol even while licking my boss's cunt clean after fucking her.

Nothing was said as Dawn dressed and left the server room, nothing was said after either. I found ten hours of unclaimed over time in my pay the following month, Dawn was giving around three hundred pounds for fucking her, I didn't mind at all. I did have a lot of difficulty the following weeks looking Dawn in the eye, I also found it very difficult to keep calling her Mrs. Andrews after fucking and licking her out but I was an adult, I'd just have to get over it.

Nothing more was said about the incident, I went back to working normally, I was given some of the better jobs, I was also given access to training courses that other electricians would have loved to do, then just as suddenly as before, I was called in to the office to discuss a problem with one of the clerical staff, it was unusual to be called in during the day, that kind of thing was usually taken care of at the start or end of the day. The reporting area was, as usual, empty, the goldfish bowl was also empty, all the supervisors were out on the road, I walked into the main office, Dawn was out too by the look of it, I discussed things that were needed with the clerk, it wasn't an important problem, it could have easily waited until later, I wasn't complaining though, I had reported in that three of my visits had been out so was short of work for the day.

I was about to go up to the stores to do a little admin work, swapping out old meters and stocking up on new ones, as I walked past the men's toilet Dawn stepped out, totally naked, she grabbed me and pulled me into a stall, again, she stood, one leg raised, foot resting on the toilet seat, she fucked me, I had to stand there passively and let her fuck herself on my cock, again she gave herself a powerful orgasm before bringing me off inside her body, then I was pushed down onto my knees again and forced to clean her up once again. Again, Mrs. Andrews used unclaimed overtime to pay me for my services.

That wasn't the last time I fucked her, she seemed to want sex from me about once a month, usually around the same time of the month too, I started to spot the signs, Dawn always wanted to be totally naked, wanted me to be totally dressed, she also wanted to do it in dangerous places, places where we could be caught at any moment, and the more people there were around, the more chance there was of us getting caught, the more powerful her orgasm was.

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