Meeting new people

I’m going to be meeting many new folks today at eroticon! so I thought I’d share a first meet moment with you on my blog today.

Two guys, a girl and an office sex bet.

Caroline hates working at Forbes and Richardson until she walks in on Matt and Connor kissing passionately against the photocopier. They admit they enjoy being watched and invite her to be the voyeur to their exhibitionism.

Watching leads to participation as the three of them agree on a bet that makes the working day all the more fun and definitely sexier. How brave is Caroline? What risks is she willing to take to get her ultimate prize -a threesome with the two hottest execs in the company.

Reader Advisory:This story contains scenes of bondage and BDSM, and has one scene of dubious consent.

Let’s peep in on the moment Caroline meets Matt and Connor for the first time.

The photocopier lives in a small room at the end of a long and little used corridor. I rarely saw anyone else when I am in there since I seemed to be the copier slave of choice.

So I was surprised when I heard voices as I walked down the corridor. Some women you can hear coming a mile off because of their high heels but not me. I wear sensible shoes with little to no heel. I’d be crippled if I tried to wear tall footwear all day when I am so often on my feet.

So maybe they hadn’t heard me approach, which explains why they hadn’t stopped.

But I should have made my presence known instead of gawking like some inquisitive pup.

Two men, hot young men I might add, guys I had never seen before were eagerly making out just in front of the copier. I could hear it whirring so they must have been passing the time until it finished their copying.

I expected one of them to look up at any moment and rumble me, and my stomach churned. I stood to one side of the doorjamb and so was not immediately obvious to a casual glance, but I was pretty certain that if I could see them they could see me.

I should have walked away or coughed or something but I just watched. I’d never seen two guys kiss before. The one time my mates and I attempted to get into a gay bar we weren’t let in because we looked too straight.

I guess it is very similar to how straight folks kiss. I don’t think there is a gay way to do it. A kiss is a kiss is a kiss. However the angles of two men do make the act look different. You have to make room for two hard-ons in the middle somewhere. That must be challenging.

And stubble. I wondered if there was ever a problem with electric shocks with all that stubble rubbing together. I knew a way to stop that problem: insert me between the one with the chocolate brown spiky hair and the other longer, looser (hair wise I mean) blond. I’d take a bit of stubble burn to feel those two pairs of lips against my skin.

Who hasn’t fantasised about being the hot and pliable filling between two slices of male deliciousness? If I had to pick two men purely on looks then the two who were snogging up a storm before me would have been at the top of my list. My fantastical musings went no further as my inbuilt and unerring clumsiness chose that moment to show itself.

I was so busy dreaming and drooling that I forgot I had the leaning tower of photocopying in my arms. I must have lowered them as I gawked because the next thing I knew, crash, swish, flutter. The pile of papers swirled onto the floor.

“Oh, I am sorry.” Blond disentangled himself from Brunet and walked towards me. “It’s terribly rude of us to be hogging the copier.”

“No, no, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have…I should have…I could have…really, I—”

“Give up now, love, before you do yourself an injury.” Brunet came over and joined his partner on his knees before me. I bit my lip whilst erotically naughty ideas fluttered through my mind but I resisted and knelt to help with the scooping up of my papers.

“So you must be the new temp girl.” Dark-eyed and Gorgeous placed some papers on the pile in my hand.

“What makes you think that?” I snapped.

“Well, we’ve not seen you before and you’ve got enough photocopying here for the whole office. It’s a dead giveaway.”

“Oh, yeah.” I really hadn’t dealt very well with the situation and they had been nothing but polite and helpful.

“Anyway, we should make our introductions and start afresh. I’m Matt and my blond-haired bit of stuff is Connor.”

Connor smiled at me. “He only calls me that because he knows I am vastly more intelligent than he is.”

“And he only says that to make me laugh. He’s sweet like that.”

“You two seem like a really cute couple,” I said before I actually put my brain in gear.

“Why thank you, we agree with you.” Connor laughed. “So, what’s your name and what brings you to this little corner of hell?”

“I’m Caroline and I’m covering a maternity leave. I do believe my official title is ‘Oy you’ though. That’s what they all shout at me anyway.”

“Ah, yes. That sounds very familiar.” Matt nodded. “Newbies don’t seem to have names. No wonder there’s a high employee turnover in this office.”

“How long have you worked here?” I asked, carrying my paperwork over to the copier.

“Oh, forever and a day,” Connor said, sweeping a strand of blond hair off his brow. “Or at least that’s how it seems.”

“And do you like it here?”

“Hmm.” The guys shared sneaky glances.

Matt continued, “I don’t think we get more joy out of this job in comparison to every other office job out there but we enjoy this old building and its many hidden nooks and crannies.”

“Oh,” I blushed and pushed a piece of paper into the machine.

“Oh stop it.” Connor gasped. “You’re embarrassing the poor girl.”

“She didn’t seem embarrassed when she was watching us snog a few minutes ago. I think she was enjoying it.”

“Pardon?” I snapped as I prodded a button on the copier. “What are you accusing me of?”

“Oh, come on sweetheart.” Matt rested a hand on my arm. “You can’t deny it, you got a thrill from watching, didn’t you?”

He was right, I couldn’t deny it. I lowered my gaze from his and shuffled my feet. “Look, I’m very sorry about that, I’ve never seen two guys you know, at it, before. I was fascinated but I shouldn’t have stared.”

“Don’t be silly.” Connor stroked my other arm reassuringly. I felt hot and bothered as the two guys boxed me in. “We know you enjoyed it. We enjoyed it. Why do you think we were kissing so passionately in here of all places? Because we wanted someone to catch us.”

“I don’t think I understand.” I am very clever, I have A’s and commendations all through my qualifications but sometimes I’m just a little slow on the uptake.

“Look, darling. We’re exhibitionists.” Matt sighed. “We get off on being watched or even the sheer possibility we might be watched. You enjoying what you saw so much only adds to our pleasure, you know?”

“So you really don’t mind that I watched?”

“Heavens, no! Who would be? You’re a beautiful young lady, it’s a compliment to be watched by you,” Connor said and Matt nodded.

“Why, thank you.” I blushed and as the damn machine beeped, I turned to take out my papers and add in the next sheet.

“No problem. Anyway, sugar, we need to go and do some actual work. We’ll see you round, okay?” Matt and Connor waved and walked away.

I waggled my fingers in response. “See you.”

I waved, they waved and it was all very polite and terribly British. You wouldn’t have thought I’d just walked in on them making out at all. I tried to get my head around the incident as I fed paper into the machine that I had begun to think of as my master and I really wasn’t quite sure what had happened.

Victoria Blisse

Victoria Blisse is known as the Queen of Smut, Reverend to the kinky and is the Writer in Residence at Cocktails and Fuck Tales. She’s also an angel. Ask anyone. Mancunian Odd Duck, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure. Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

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