Kimiko read Mitch’s look. “Yes,” she exclaimed, “I am dressed and you are the naked one!” Mitch nodded gentle agreement since that was pretty obvious. He stood and stared at her, wondering what she expected. “Isn’t it hot?” Kimiko continued, an enticing look on her face. Then she explained. Mitch had to find his way to her pussy through the clothes, get her wet and then fuck her with all her clothes on. “It’s Jane Austen but X-rated, all that lace and bodices but in this version we go all the way,” Kimiko challenged, confirming Mitch’s expectations.
With that invitation, Mitch settled on the bed next to object of his attention. Trying to play the Regency card, he reached for Kimiko’s hand and raising it to his lips, gently kissed it, calling her ‘my lady’ then grinning along with Kimiko at the absurdity of him wooing her like that whilst naked and erect.
Sidling close to Kimiko, Mitch ran his hand down her body, along her skirts from her thigh, down her leg, to her foot and her toes which in the manner of those times were hidden from his view under her sumptuous skirts. Mitch lifted the gown a little revealing one unclothed foot. “Your ankle is bare,” Mitch gasped in mock horror. Kimiko laughed, so Mitch reached further to try to make sense of the outfit she had on. He found her leg was bare for a distance under her petticoats. He reached further up then struck more material. “A third layer?” Mitch smiled, “what’s that one called?”
Kimiko leaned close to him to whisper in his ear. “I have no idea.”
But it was only a short step further up for Mitch’s hand to reach Kimiko’s bare inner thigh. He ventured further, his fingers now between her thighs, then easily through her open drawers, finding no resistance. “You’re already wet!” Mitch exclaimed. His next task was redundant.
Kimiko gently licked Mitch’s neck. “Of course I’m wet,” she breathed into his ear. And with that she pushed Mitch onto his back on the bed then hefted her skirts so that she could settle herself onto Mitch, embedding him in her. And like that, they were fucking, with Kimiko’s skirts spread around where they were secretly joined.
For a moment, Mitch felt some doubt. ‘What am I doing here,’ he wondered. But that soon passed with the warmth of their bodies pressed together. As Mitch thrust into Kimiko, he felt that he was in some sort of heaven. Looking up at Kimiko, he got the idea that she was too. Perfectly united they continued, Mitch reaching all her right spots, both of them finding easily how to please the other. Kimiko tensed as she got close, crying out “Yes, yes!!” as Mitch enjoyed Kimiko’s loud orgasm. Shortly after Mitch came too.
They lay next to each other on her bed gently caressing the other, holding each other’s satisfied gaze. Eventually Mitch spoke up. “That was…” he started. “And now…” he wondered.
Kimiko looked carefully at her lover. And realised that he needed reassurance. “Mitch, you’ve seen me since I started as a mailgirl. You can see that I am my own person. I get what I want. And this is great. But don’t worry, I’m not going to make any demands of you. That’s just not me.” Mitch nodded.
They lay there for a few more moments. Mitch looked at his watch. “I have to go.”
Kimiko turned to him with a controlling smile. “Not yet,” she announced.
Mitch shook his head solemnly. “No, I really have to go,” he told her.
Kimiko bent over and took his limp cock in her mouth. She sucked him, up and down a few times. He started to rise. Kimiko looked up at him. “And now?” she asked slyly.
Mitch exhaled, gave in to the inevitable. “Well, in a few moments,” he conceded. Not fighting at all against the resumption of their tryst,
*
Lauryn and Jackson sat across from each other toying with their forks at the large pasta dishes in front of them.
“Here we are with clothes on,” Lauryn noted.
Jackson smiled. “I know it’s been great catching up on everything here, just the two of us, away from the office. But you’ve avoided telling me what you wanted to speak about.” They had their connection — Jackson could chide Lauryn like that without causing offence.
Lauryn looked down, as if concentrating only on her food. Knowing that the time had come, she would have to say it. “I’ve quit.”
“Lauryn!” Jackson cried out, with real concern.
They stared, silent for a moment. Finally Lauryn relaxed a little and looked up at her friend. “It’s all good,” she insisted, “I’ve got a similar role — to what I used to do…”
“How? Why?” Jackson exclaimed, although there seemed to be pretty evident answers to both of those questions.
Lauryn gave Jackson a shy smile. “Mitch gave me a good reference signed as Manager of Special Projects. He mentioned my project work on the $4 billion recycling scheme. Which was nice of him, given the history of that.”
“Yes, they ignored the work you did on that when you had your clothes on,” Jackson remembered. “And took it seriously when you were a mailgirl.” Jackson smiled, realising that it was good. “And the new company?” she asked.
“Doesn’t come into it. They don’t have to know everything I have been doing.”
“And they won’t,” Jackson agreed.
“My passion is BA work.” Lauryn smirked at the incongruity of that given her time as a mailgirl.
“Okay,” Jackson replied cautiously.
Lauryn sensed her concern “Come on, your passion is employment regulations.”
Jackson ignored that. “I’ll miss you.”
Lauryn nodded. “Me too.”
Jackson had to smile. “What else will you miss?”
They both smirked. Were they both thinking about the free orgasms in the office?
Lauryn looked straight at Jackson, an odd look on her face. “Will you take me home?” she asked. Jackson stared at her, startled. “For old times’ sake?” Lauryn pleaded.
Jackson smiled, reaching across the table to take her friend’s hand in hers. “Well, in that case…”
*
Finally alone, Mitch drove home from Kimiko’s. He looked over at the empty seat where the mailgirl he had just fucked had sat while he had driven her from the office to their assignation. He felt strange about finally crossing that barrier. Especially given all the demands that the mailgirls had made of him, particularly since he had ceased to run the office. He thought of the times he had wanked Jackson for her pleasure with, he silently noted, no reward for him. Nothing from any of them. Until now.
Mitch thought of Mr Harada’s demands — well, the company owner had virtually demanded that Mitch sleep with the mailgirls. Which was one reason why he had held back. Why should he do a thing that he did not want to do, something of that enormity just to please his boss? And now that he had finally succumbed, what had he done? He knew what he had done. He had fucked the owner’s grand-daughter.
He thought of his wife as he drove back to her. And how he was content, more than content with Jessica. She was all that he wanted. Was. Until Kimiko looked at him in that way when they were suddenly alone. And like that, just one look and all his defences, all the reasons not to, had vanished. So that fucking Kimiko on her bed like that was an absolutely sensible thing to do.