The Accountant

It is a common misconception that accountancy is boring. I have been an accountant for many years and have really enjoyed the work. I am not suggesting the following episode is typical of the profession, but it certainly made my job very interesting!

I work at a medium-sized provincial business, with clients ranging from individuals to mid-sized corporates. We take on trainees each year, youngsters who are training to get their qualifications, and they work with us for a year to get practical experience while learning the theory at college.

The year in question we had five new trainees, three boys and two girls, all around twenty years old. They were allocated to department heads on a fairly random basis, unless an individual had expressed a particular interest in a certain side of the business. I was in charge of audits and was allocated a young man called Gerry who seemed quite sensible. The trainees all came to us from different colleges but tended to hang out together as a group, which is understandable. Gerry didn't seem to fit in with the group, who would go drinking after work, as he was a quieter, more studious type, although I think he did drink. He was quite a fit chap, in reasonable shape, and I gathered later on that he did a lot of cycling which is probably what kept him looking good.

I began to notice that when I walked through the open area to get to my office he would watch me, which quite amused me to begin with, getting the attention of a young man about half my age. In my mid-forties, after a divorce many years ago, I thought I was in reasonable shape, and while I was not a fitness fanatic, I did get down the gym from time to time, and I tried to eat sensibly. Five foot six in my stocking feet, longish brunette (currently) hair, I had kept my figure to a 38-26-36 and tried to keep my weight below seventy kilos.

After a while, the watching started to become slightly annoying rather than amusing, and I would make a point of avoiding him or giving his desk a wide berth which wasn't easy as it was not far from my office door, behind my secretary. There was little I could do about it, but he would not be with us for ever, so I tried to put up with it, ignoring it as much as I could.

As the departmental manager much of my time was taken up with staff coming in with issues, problems and questions which we would discuss. Once Gerry got to grips with the work, he would get help from others around him but would also come to me if necessary. As he was a trainee, I would spend a bit more time discussing around the issue to broaden his knowledge and understanding.

I did notice, that while he was deferential, he would sometimes stand just that little bit closer to me while I was seated at my desk than was, perhaps, normal. No so much that it was obviously wrong, just slightly uncomfortable. I did notice however he used an aftershave that smelled quite expensive.

I don't know why, but I started to keep an eye on him to see how he interacted with the other members of staff, male and female. I noticed that as he walked through the open office he looked very relaxed, sauntering about with his hand in his pocket, but then I began to wonder if he was playing with his genitals as he moved around. No-one seemed to pay undue attention to him, and it was difficult to be sure, but I certainly got the impression that his hand moved as he walked which was only noticeable if you watched carefully.

I didn't know what it was with this lad as he was quite bright, but perhaps he just lacked social skills. It wasn't as though it was all the time, just often enough to make it noticeable, and I didn't know if it was just me, or if he was the same with other people.

I was quite well informed about rumours and general feelings in the office by my secretary, and according to her there was no particular problem with Gerry. It was thought that he had the hots for one of the women, but nobody knew who that might be.

One day I happened to stop by his desk about some minor matter, and while leaning over the work that was on his desk I realised he was looking down the front of my blouse at my cleavage. Rather annoyingly, I have very sensitive and reactive nipples, and at the slightest reason, or sometimes for no reason at all, my areolas harden to a pronounced bulge, and my nipples stand out like organ stops, so I have to wear pads inside my bra to hide them, and I could feel them hardening then as looked at my boobs.

I didn't want to make a fuss, so didn't overreact, but again the boy's action was annoying. I could make a comment in his periodic review, but I didn't want to because he was quite bright and it might spoil a potentially promising future if I did, so I just put up with it, and made a mental note not to give him opportunities of ogling my body in future.

One Friday evening, after work, I made one of my periodic visits to the gym. The company had corporate membership of a health club which was in the same building, and staff had use of the pool, gym, spa and other facilities, including a bar. That evening I did some weights and then spent some time on a rowing machine, trying to burn some calories as well as toning up muscles.

After an hour of fairly hard exercise, I had had enough and headed off to the pool to relax. As I walked down the corridor I saw Gerry coming out of the room with the Peleton bikes, dressed in a cycling shirt and Lycra shorts. As he said Hello, I couldn't help but notice the long lump from his groin down is thigh, clearly outlined under the tight Lycra shorts. I had to drag my eyes away from it, hoping he hadn't noticed me staring for that moment. He really should wear some kind of support, though I don't know what cyclists do. Annoyingly my nipples reacted instantly, and as it is impractical to wear pads under my sports bra, they were very evident, so I kept the conversation very brief so I could move on, and remove my errant nipples from his view.

The image of that lump stuck in my brain and I couldn't get it out of my head. That night, as I lay in my bed, the thought of it awakened feelings that were normally dormant those days, and I looked in my bedside table for my toy. It had been some years since I had had a man, and the toy was a poor substitute, but my friend in keeping the worst of the frustrations at bay.

I went down to the gym perhaps slightly more often after that, but didn't see him there again.

I had a client visit coming up that was some distance away which would mean staying over for a couple of nights. We would be a small team of three, as I would be looking at the bigger picture of structure and processes, and I was going to take Gerry to do the number crunching with the help of another junior clerk.

I don't know why, but I always shave myself before going away anywhere, either holidays or work. This is nothing to do with expecting an encounter, just an old habit from the days of my youth, in case I got lucky. Usually do it myself, but this time I treated myself and booked a session at the salon, as the girls there are good. I do find having them touching me 'down there' does rather turn me on, and I could sense myself opening up and possibly leaking a bit, but they never comment.

That evening at home the arousal had gone, but there was still a lingering sense of desire, not helped by the recurring vision of Gerry in his Lycra shorts, so, lying in bed, running my hand over my lovely smooth pussy, I went all the way.

I would have to stop the thinking about Gerry's manhood, impressive though it looked. He was an employee, albeit temporary, and junior, and about half my age, so strictly off limits.

We all headed off by train for the client visit which went quite well, and after two days of graft we were pretty much done, leaving the last day for the final wrap-up meeting and the journey home. That evening after dinner, with only the preparation for the meeting the next day to complete, I went back to my room and showered. I rang down and ordered a 'nightcap' from room service and got my papers out.

Shortly after, there was a knock at my door and I went to open it to get my drink, but to my surprise, instead of room service it was Gerry. He was still in his suit, minus jacket and tie, and clutching a sheaf of papers.

'Hello Pam, sorry to disturb you, but I have been finishing the report and I have one or two questions. Would you have a few minutes to go over them?'

I was very conscious that I was only wearing the hotel towelling gown and had nothing on underneath, and as I do not use any night clothes the only option I had was to put my work suit back on, which seemed a bit over the top, so I took a risk for what I assumed would only be a few minutes, and pulled the belt tight. Unfortunately, my nipples had other ideas and I could feel them hardening, and just hoped the towelling gown would conceal them.

We sat down at a table and started to go through his papers, and hadn't got far when there was another knock at the door. This time it was my nightcap, with some savoury nibbles, and I didn't think it fair to drink on my own so I asked Gerry if he wanted something.

'I'll have a beer if that if alright.' So I apologised to the waiter who then went off to get the other drink. A short while later we were interrupted again, this time the waiter had Gerry's beer. I do not know what the waiter thought, seeing me in the bathrobe with a young man, but at least we were at the table which was strewn with papers. In any case, I am sure hotel staff have probably seen just about everything.

We worked away for some time and it was clear it wasn't going to be just a few minutes, so after a while I rang down for more drinks which were brought up. As I have said, Gerry was quite bright and had some interesting and valid points which we worked through. By the time we were finished it was quite late, and he apologised for spoiling the evening as he packed up the work.

As he left I was about to close the door behind him when he suddenly turned and stepped back into the room. 'This may cost me my job, but...' and with that he kissed me full on the lips.

I was astounded, stunned, and just stood there while he kissed me. Whether he took my lack of response as acceptance I didn't know, but then I felt his hand cupping my breast. I felt a sudden flush as the heat of my desire spread over me, all through my body. I could have stopped him, I should have stopped him, but I didn't. He broke off the kiss and looked at me.

With my foot I pushed the door closed and heard the lock click.

That single action sealed the immediate future,

'I've wanted you from the first moment I saw you. You turn me on, your figure, the way you move, is all so seductive.' He stepped back and slowly untied the bathrobe so that it fell open. I did nothing to stop him.

He led me over to the bed, and as we stood there he lifted the robe off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor, leaving me totally naked to his gaze.

I sat down on the bed and looked up at him as he slowly shed his clothes. As he pushed his trousers and pants down his cock sprang out. He was already sporting a full erection, his stiff dick standing up almost vertically, throbbing slightly. I stared at the mighty embodiment of manhood, almost at eye level, the purple glans almost uncovered as his foreskin was pulled back by his erection, the skin of his pointy helmet taut and shiny, the shaft long and thick, with engorged veins running along it, and around the base was a dense mat of dark, curly hair. At the base of that big cock was a large, tight, round, wrinkly scrotum with two large testicles clearly outlined inside.

Gently he pushed me back until I was lying down, feeling very vulnerable in my exposed nakedness, and yet at the same time excited by the sudden and unexpected erotic situation.

He removed the rest of his clothes and got down on the bed on top of me, and I could feel his hard penis sliding against my thigh as me moved up my body, ready to penetrate me.

'Wait a moment, slow down' I whispered hoarsely, 'what's the hurry?'

He looked down at me, ''I'm sorry, I just didn't want you to change your mind.'

'I'm not going to.'

He bent forward and kissed me again, his strong, young, masculine body pressing down on me, my nipples were fit to explode as his open mouth met mine as I responded eagerly.

He moved down my body, sucking hard on my breasts, drawing my sensitive nipples into his mouth and I squealed with the intense pleasure of it. He moved on down, kissing my body all the way, tasting me with his tongue. Further and further down he went, and knowing where he was going so excited me, I could feel myself opening up.

As his head slipped between my thighs, instinctively I spread my legs wide, and from the feel of his tongue I knew my sex was wide open. The softness of his tongue slid along my open crack, up and down, grazing my clitoris, and delving into my vagina. I was in heaven, but I wanted more, I wanted to be up close and very personal with his erection.

Reluctantly I pulled his head away from my pussy and I could see his face was wet, as I had probably been juicing copiously. I pushed him on his back and he lay there, his hard cock standing proud of his belly, still throbbing. I knelt beside him and stared at the thing that I wanted inside me, but first I wanted to closely inspect the thing that I had dreamed about since seeing it outlined in his shorts.

I put my hand out and held it, my hand went all round, but it was certainly fat, and I could feel how hard it was, and yet the skin moved easily along the shaft. I moved my hand downward, drawing the skin back and his foreskin slipped off the shiny helmet, revealing the full beauty of his cock-head, and even as I stared at it a small bead of clear juice appeared out of the eye.

I put my head down and touched the fluid with my tongue, licking it off his cock-head and it was slimy and slightly salty, and delicious. I closed my mouth over his helmet and slid down on the meaty pole, and was rewarded by him gasping at the pleasure of it. While I moved my hand up and down I worked on his hard cock with my mouth, lashing the head with my tongue, and was rewarded with further oozing of his pre-cum, which I sucked off and swallowed greedily.

While I sucked his cock his hand had roamed over my body and fingers slid down my bum crack, tickling my anus but then sliding into my wet hole. As I blew him his fingers entered and waggled in my pussy and I knew the time had come. I had to have him.

I rolled off him and lay on my back. He looked down at my body, looking hard at its nakedness, my breasts surmounted by my hard and protruding nipples, and then at my shaven pussy, now spread wide open, my inner flaps exposed and wet with my secretions. Again he got on top of me, his hard cock trailing across my belly before sliding down between my legs.

I was panting in expectation, desire, need, as I felt his hardness slide along my open crack and rest against my vagina. Slowly he pushed it in, and my cunt opened up, spreading around that slippery cock-head as he pushed the walls of my cunt apart, easing his length into me bit by bit, stretching me wide, filling me, and still more entered me, pushing the walls of my cunt aside as he penetrated deeper and deeper. I thought he would split me as I couldn't take any more, and then I felt his coarse pubic hair rubbing against my clit.

I lay back, my mouth wide open, my legs spread apart, my cunt filled by what seemed like a massive pole that took my breath away.

And then he started to move inside me. I could feel the rim of his helmet sliding out past the screaming nerves in my cunt, sucking the juices out of me. I was wet, very wet, which eased the movement of his big dick as slid out, and then he pushed it back in again. I slowly became accustomed to his size, and the intense feelings as he filled me repeatedly as I lay there, too breathless to participate.

It was fantastic, his hard cock moving in me, filling me each time he thrust into me. He started groaning as he fucked, and then with a loud grunt his cock started pulsing and I realised he was cumming. I was so disappointed as I had been looking to a good fucking and a lovely orgasm to finish, but I was nowhere near my climax. He collapsed on top of me, spent, his erection still buried deep in my cunt.

We lay together for a while and I realised his erection had not softened, and his cock was still hard in my cunt, and he began to move again, his copious emissions together with my generous flow of juice making my cunt slippery as he moved in and out. What a boy, the stamina of youth, with hardly a pause after his cum he was shafting me again.

I rolled us over so I was on top, riding him cowgirl, sitting on his hard member, riding him under my control, feeling his stiffness reaching so deep in my cunt, and a soft squelching as his semen oozed out of me.

He reached up for my boobs and began to pinch and pull on my enlarged tits, driving me wild as I rode him. It was years since I had been fucked, and I was unused to being so filled by a real cock, and soon my orgasm began to build. I put a hand between my legs, feeling his slimy, hard cock sliding in and out of my cunt as I rubbed my fingers over my clit. I rode him harder, pounding down on his balls, and he continued to mistreat my tits and everything started to come together.

I so wanted to cum, to have an orgasm on a real cock and the first little shocks rippled through my clit. Harder I pounded him, harder I rubbed my cli and he tried to hang onto my tits as I bounced up and down and suddenly a bolt of lightning shot through my cunt and my belly exploded in a powerful orgasm. I stopped bouncing and sat and shook on his cock as an intense orgasm racked my innards and I had to put my hands on his to stop him abusing my tits as it went on and on, but eventually it was over.

As my orgasm slowed, I realised he was still moving in my cunt. He had a faraway look in his eyes and then I felt his cock spasm and jerk in my cunt and I knew he was flooding me with the second load that evening.

When he had finished I lifted myself off his meaty pole slowly and his cock slipped out of me, followed by a flood of his semen. I collapsed down beside him and we lay together, recovering, and I must have drifted off to sleep almost immediately in my post-coital bliss.

I woke, and there was no light in the room, nor through the curtains, so I knew it was still night-time. Something had woken me and my sleepy mind wasn't functioning well. I reached round behind me and found myself holding Gerry's cock, big and erect and hard. My god, he was insatiable, having cum twice already and here he was ready to go again.

Half asleep and without any energy I just pushed his dick downward. It slid down my bum crack and settled against my bum-hole. That was a delicious feeling, but there was no way I was going to let him enter me there and ruin my arse with his big cock, so I reached back and moved the stiff meat down. It settled between my legs, pushing against my pussy as he slid the big head along my crack and I drew my knees up giving him easier access. My cunt was still sloppy from the earlier fuck, my wetness and much of his two loads of spunk still inside me.

His cock-head entered me and slid easily in my sloppy cunt as he eased the full length slowly up me. Oof, I gasped again at being penetrated by the beast as it plumbed the depths of my cunt. He started moving again, slowly at first, easing his cock in and out, and then his actions grew more positive as his belly slapped against my bum.

He reached around me and started playing with my boobs, already hard and proud, and the initial discomfort turned to pleasure, but I knew they would be sore in the morning. Harder he pounded me, fortunately well lubricated by his earlier emissions, banging his hard cock deep in my cunt, and the fatness of it and the depth to which he penetrated me was bringing another orgasm on.