I stood at the door of my single-story office building staring out aimlessly as the heavy rains swept sideways down the darkened streets of our tiny little town. The windows rattled and banged as the gales of November blew on. The storm had been raging since the wee hours of the morning; with no end in sight. As I stood with my hands in the pockets of my bl...
I waited as the secretary announced my name into her intercom. I was mildly surprised when she looked up at me, smiled and said, "Mr. Foster will see you now, Mr. Kite. Please take the elevator to the fourth floor and then go through the door on the left." I knew that George Foster was the manager of this Eastern Security franchise, a firm specializing in g...
Vanilla. It was exactly what my marriage had become. But it wasn't always that way. Looking back today I definitely robbed the cradle. Monica was a fresh eighteen-year-old, ten years younger than me. Everything in my body told me she was too young but I just couldn't help myself. She was vibrant and sexy with a perfect body and once she had her heart set o...
Anton, a highly successful International Law barrister in 'the City', London's premiere financial district, and his brother Frederick waited with Ned in Anton's well-furnished office, idling with small talk for the arrival of the overdue pair of Monica and her mother. The day had finally arrived when Monica would leave for her impending attendance at a myste...
I woke up to the sound of my phone going off. "Who in the hell?" I said as I reached for it. Looking at the screen, I saw the familiar name of my boss. "Rachelle?" I asked as I turned onto my back. "I want you in early," Rachelle said. "We have a lot to get done!" With that said, she hung up. What was so important that I needed to be in right away, I t...
Author's Note: This is my try at a story about mailgirls - a daffy and delightful subgenre of exhibitionist stories that started a few years ago. Some of what I've done in this story is new, but some of the concepts have been borrowed and/or adapted from the mailgirl stories that have come before mine. So, I wanted to give thanks and credit to Literotica aut...
I waited patiently downstairs as Monica and Rachelle finished their meeting. It was just yesterday that Monica had returned from her year-long leave of absence. The first thing she did was to tell us that our District Manager had gotten promoted to a different district and that she had taken over this district. She also wanted to talk to us one on one. I d...
It was a warm, pleasantly sunny Saturday afternoon and I was just returning home from an unexpected half-day in the office. There were a couple of extra cars in the driveway, just leaving room for me to get to my side of the garage. Entering the kitchen, voices could be heard from the patio at the back of the house. Monica was entertaining three of her girlf...
Before I begin let me first thank those having already started reading the Nick Stud series and assure those in doubt that I am indeed Nick's originator. For those of you unfamiliar with him let me now welcome you in the hopes you will derive enjoyment. This was the first writing of Nick Stud and has never been posted. I thought some of you might like to rea...
Monica Kelly tapped her fingernails nervously on the chair's armrest. She had her nylon-covered legs crossed tightly while she watched the bustling activity of the office workers passing by; mail clerks, secretaries, and sales managers all with somewhere they needed to be. Monica glanced out the window and watched the busy traffic on the streets four storie...