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Introduction:  This is the fourth part of a completed story.  It gets a lot heavier still which may not be to everyones tastes.

Jill’s story – Part 4


We go somewhere just around the corner from the office.  It’s a pub but not too noisy.  We sit opposite each other at a booth right in the back where it’s a little too dark for my liking but the place is full so we don’t have much choice if we want to sit down. We order our drinks not saying much.  I don’t really know Adrian at all and now I am thinking this wasn’t such a good idea no matter how much I could use a drink. Our drinks arrive, I down mine in one go before the waitress has even left and order another.  When the waitress goes off to fetch it, I smile at Adrian apologetically and say that I just really need to relax.  We talk a little about work.  My second drink arrives and I sip it a bit more civilly this time.  I am tired though, I just needed a drink and not conversation, I don’t want to be here anymore. I decide to make this short and sweet and leave after this drink.  We chat a little more about arbitrary stuff, I can see he doesn’t know what to make of me and to be fair at the moment neither do I.  
My second drinks almost finished already and I tell Adrian that I must get going.  He looks a little unhappy about that, I am about to get up when I feel something under the table on my knee.  It’s a hand and it quickly moves up my leg to my thighs and pushes in between my legs.  
I jump up and the hand is gone.  I look coolly at Adrian then I think again.  I say I am sorry if I have misled him, clearly I have behaved somewhat strangely around him.  I obviously can’t explain my actions to him so I try to imply that I had some insecurity issues and that I needed a man to appreciate me in this way to help me get over them.  
I am not making much sense and of course there is no way for me to possibly make any out of the situation, my poor attempt at an explanation peters out.  I feel a little overwhelmed with all that has happened.  
Adrian stands up, steps towards me and gives me a hug, I must look stressed, weary and in need of one, which I guess I am.  He mumbles what sounds like soothing words in my ear.  Next I feel his hands on my hips.  The pants I am wearing are tight and stretched over my shapely bum, his hands slide from my hips back over my bum.  I am thinking why couldn’t he just be compassionate instead of passionate - men!  Next thing I know his fingers slide down in between my cheeks, he grabs a cheek in each hand and pulls my pelvis towards tight into his crotch.  So much for friendly hugs, he doesn’t seem to notice my distress at the whole situation. I squirm and try to push him away.  As I am pushing he lets go of my bum with his right hand while still firmly holding me to him with his left, and grabs my breast.  He roughly squeezes it through the blouse.  I slap him hard, I mean what does he think this is.  He lets go, some of the people around us seem to have noticed our altercation and are watching us to see what entertainment lies in store.  Adrian looks embarrassed or angry or both, I can’t tell.  I guess all things considered I don’t really have much to complain about, after all what is he to think.  I grab my handbag off the table and leave.  He watches me go without saying or doing anything more thankfully.

At home I think back over what has happened and can’t image how I got into this position so quickly.  I just pray that Peter meant what he said about leaving me alone now. I’m worried that my phone will beep with a message from him and more demands.  It doesn’t and I finally get to sleep in the early hours of the morning.

The next morning I oversleep a little and have to rush getting dressed.  I pull on a skirt, it’s quite short but I don’t have time to think too much about my outfit, I think I might as well wear a dress in case.  When I am on my way I think that I must stop worrying about my outfit in the same way, I can wear pants all the time now if I like, it is over with Peter he said   Mind you maybe I am a little less prudish, I don’t feel as exposed as I used to before in dresses.  When I get to work and sit down at my glass topped desk I think that even this doesn’t bother me, or the absence of a modesty board.  Sure I must be a little more careful when I sit down but us girls are used to that anyway.  

Even though Peter said if I did what he said I was free of him, I am still expecting to hear from him and keep checking my mail, but nothing from him comes through.  It has been going around in my head for a while now but I haven’t had enough time or the ability to concentrate on it, who is Peter and how does he know as much as he does about what goes on in my area of the office.  Unless Peter is Dave or Matt and even then, they haven’t been around to see all that has happened thank god, but Peter still appears to know all about it.  Is it someone using the security cameras?  Or someone from another building with a powerful telescope?  Either is possible but then so probably are a lot of other scenarios.  
The rest of the day flies by as I start to get back into my work.  Wednesday and Thursday also come and go quickly.  I haven’t forgotten about Peter of course but I don’t hear anything from him.

It’s late in the afternoon on Friday and Adrian has come over to discuss a form, it has been a little stilted and strange between us but it could be a lot stranger I think given the events of the very recent past.  While we are talking about the work I wonder if he has been telling his friends all about the office slut.  I wouldn’t be surprised.  We have been working on this form for over an hour and its approaching home time, I want to leave on time and not hang around.  I need to go to the bathroom though and would rather get everything out of the way including that before the office starts to empty and I am potentially left with Adrian.  I excuse myself and as I do a very odd look passes over Adrian’s face, then he recovers.  He’s seen this before I imagine, my transformation act from Dr Jekkle to Mr Hide that seems to take place in the bathroom.  Not this time boyo I think, he asks if I’d like some water he’s going to get some anyway while I am away – I say sure.
Back at my desk and I cautiously mention that I must go on the dot today.  He doesn’t seem to mind either way. There is still an hour to go and we carry on working on the form together. I am half expecting him to put his hand on my leg or make some other too familiar gesture which I plan to swiftly rebuke to stop any problem from getting worse but he doesn’t do anything.  
There is only 15 minutes to go to the end of the official work day, I feel as if I might be dehydrated, maybe from the coffee I have been drinking all day.  The water Adrian said he was going for hasn’t materialised, I decide I’ll get some on the way out.  At 6pm on the dot we pack up and I head home.

At home I strip and jump straight into the shower, feeling refreshed I lie down on my bed and try to relax.  It’s been a very up and down time and I feel very frustrated.  I close my eyes and think of what I have done to poor Adrian, first there was the tit flash, then there was the pussy flash, then there was the please rub my breasts and pinch my nipples episode.  I can’t say I felt the slightest excited at any time, all I remember feeling is acute embarrassment.  Thinking back now though of poor Adrian, I guess no harm came of it in the end, Adrian probably gets his rocks off now to the memory of me playing with my clit or my nipples in his fingers.  The thought of men admiring my body is a turn on when they are not fat business men.  Adrian is not exactly a hunk, but still a nice enough guy.  I think of him relaying the story of the office girl to his friends, in spite of myself it makes me a little excited.  I run my hand up my side to my breasts and cup them each in turn, gently rubbing the nipples, they get hard quickly, I take them in turn between my fingers and give them a tug letting them slip out of my fingers and flick back to my chest, I think about how I prefer a man playing with them.  Then I spread my legs wide bending my knees and putting the soles of my feet together in a semi crossed legged fashion.  My pussy is splayed wide apart. I dip my hand down between my legs and massage the lips a little, it feels good.  I part them and run my middle finger from my anus up to where my slit starts and back down again then I push it into my pussy, its slippery.  Bending my finger in and pushing deeper, I move it around feeling the soft flesh encompassing it.  I think about how it feels to have a mans think finger in there, poor Adrian never got his chance, nor will he ever.  Not sure why I am think about him anyway but I am getting more turned on.
I slide the fingers on either side in as well and slowly pump my hand in and out. With my left hand I spread the top part of my lips wide then I bring my very slippery right hand out of my pussy and rub my clit slowly in small circles.  Then a little faster. Then it’s back into my pussy the three fingers and back out again, rubbing my clit. I think of Adrian getting lucky enough to put his tongue where my fingers are. I start going faster now over my clit from left to right, rubbing and flicking it, pushing down a little harder.  Within moments I start coming, thrashing about on the bed as I carry on rubbing, it’s as if I haven’t come in months. Finally it is almost over and I slide my fingers back into my pussy leave them there – with my hand cupping and protecting my pussy.  I lie there thinking where did that come from?  I really should get out more, I smile to myself.

I wake up and its light, I’m naked in my bed, I must have been very tired to fall asleep so early. I drift off to sleep again.  Later when I wake up my boyfriend is next to me running his hand over my curves.  I smile and take his hand and guide it to my pussy, I mean it as a welcome home gesture, it’s Saturday thank goodness.

Monday morning again and I am on the way to the office.  A brand new week and brand new beginning for me, I haven’t heard from Peter and I think he might just be a man of his word.

Checking my calendar in the office, I have a meeting scheduled for mid morning with someone called Steve, it has the title “Induction”.  There is also a link to the companies intranet, I click on it, it is a description of standard practices the company follows with all new employees.  After being with the company for six weeks a meeting is arranged with a peer from another department to discuss how things have gone.  It’s normally held in a casual setting and Steve has said in the meeting details that he will meet me at my desk and we will go for a coffee in the coffee shop on the ground floor.  Promptly at 10 Steve arrives and introduces himself, he is tall with a fair build, he has grey hair that still shows some black at the roots.  It is well kept and gives him a subtle distinguished look.  He says we can go in just a moment, he just wants to say hi to Dave.  Having heard his name Dave looks up, a smile crosses his face, “Hi Steve, how’s things down on floor 3?”  I watch Steve trying to see what kind of a guy he is, he wonders over to Dave’s desk and picks up the black box that is still there.  He starts chatting to Steve about it and how he was involved with the selection of a suitable system, how has Dave got on with it etc.  Then he is ready to go and we head to the elevators.  Steve is checking out my ass along the way I notice, typical men, they are all the same.  When speaking to me he is managing not to direct his conversation at my tits which is something at least.

We go down to the coffee shop and find a good spot in the corner next to the glass wall that separates the shop from the outside of the building.  Steve pulls out a folder and a pen.  He says this is a form he has to fill in with some basic questions and a couple general comment sections.  He gets right down to business and it is the usual stuff along the lines of, how have I found the position to be compared to my expectations, how am I fitting into the team etc.  I give him what I suspect are the usual replies which he writes down, while he is writing a notice in his file under the form there appears to be a photo graph, a big page sized one by the look of it. I can only see the corner which doesn’t give any indication of what it might be of.  When he is finished he asks if I have anything else in general to add.  I say not at this stage, everything is going well.  He says good.  Then he says, there is one other thing he needs to clear up though, an irregularity of sorts.  I sit very still with my mind rushing around like mad.  Has Adrian spoken to him?  Is he Adrian’s friend?  Has Peter given my dark secret away?  Is he Peter?


To be continued.
