By Fiona69m
Julia seems to keep getting her words muddled.
Julia Fountain worked in insurance. At thirty-six, she was happily married and a mother of three. She had been part of the North Office for the last six years and was an integral part of the team.
Respected across the office, she also held positions in the school parent council, as well as in the neighbourhood community council.
Julia was known as a prim and proper lady who, with the bit between her teeth, was fearless when it came to political correctness, women's rights, or the safety of her kids.
**Disciplinary**
"No way, Jim. Proper action, this time."
Jim had a worn, tired look across his face.
A part of her felt sorry for Jim; he was a good man. Two years past retirement age, though, and just looking for an easy life. She reminded herself that this was one of the reasons why women were mistreated in the work place. People like Jim indirectly allowing it by ignorance.
"Come on, Julia. It was a comment he never thought she would find out about."
Julia straightened in her seat, bringing her height to above her boss's.
She held out her arm with an open hand, her palm facing him. "Let me stop you right there, Jim." She dropped her hand to her lap, a confident smile spreading across her face.
"Those comments have no place in the workplace, regardless of who should hear them!"
"Julia, it's my sister's boy. He is a bit slow, but a nice kid. And he is distraught with worry."
She sneered, "Jim, Human Resources will hear from me if this isn't resolved, and I don't mean by a chat with him."
She got up from her chair, pulled her suit jacket down and straightened her skirt.
"Julia, please. I have little options here," he pleaded.
"I'll compose our email of complaint."
Jim knew the rest of the office would back her complaint. "Julia, how long have we worked together?"
Julia turned to her boss. "Six years, give or take."
"And have I ever once given you a hard time."
She rolled her eyes. "No, Jim. Never." Julia knew he would buckle every time for an easy life.
"Well, please. I'm asking you to give me a break. Not Charles; me. You know after the warning you got him regarding the smoking, and the verbal, regarding the 'fuck, marry avoid' list he wrote."
She loved he was almost begging her for his nephew's job. "I'll speak to the girls and see what punishment should be acceptable, Jim."
"Thank you, Julia."
She elegantly swayed her hips out the office and back across the office floor to her desk.
****
With a phone pressed to his ear, young Charles watched the hips of Julia sway as she walked out the office of his uncle. There was no question she was still a stunning woman, with a tremendous body for a mother of three. He had spent time daydreaming about sex in the workplace, more so with her than any of the other office girls.
He watched on as the pack of hyenas, (his pet name for the women of the office,) surrounded Julia as soon as her plump ass touched the seat. He could hear them asking about what was said, and so forth.
Julia looked over, clearly discussing him.
Charles diverted his gaze and pretended to chat on the line. When he dared look back, the girls were nodding in agreement and returned to their work.
"If only she knew what it's like to work with such teases all day, tempting me!"
He thought his complaint would be unheard, but he was suddenly aware of someone on the other end of the phone.
"Easy. Give me a challenge," a monotone voice answered.
Charles questioned if he had thought it, or spoken. He must have spoken it for the person on the other end to answer.
"I'm sorry, wrong number," he covered.
"Charles," Jim was waving him into the office.
"Pity, I bet she deserves it."
Like usual, Charles's filter failed him. "Yea, little Miss Proper Lips."
"Well, I'm sure it will be different if she sees it from a different point," the same even tone continued.
"Charles." His uncle waved again.
"You said it brother! Wouldn't be so proper if she had temptation in her face all day. She'd be less Miss Proper Lips, and more like little Miss Potty Lips. Sorry, as I said, wrong number." He then began to move the phone away from his ear.
"Oh, it is, for Julia." The last part worried him how they knew her name, he hadn't even dialled anyone.
"Charles!" snapped his uncle.
Charles approached the office.
His uncle still questioning the strange call, he closed the door. "Who was on the phone?"
Charles was now in the present. "I actually don't know."
Jim shook his head. "Charlie, this can't go on. Women in the work place now, they have too many avenues to screw up things."
Charles shrugged. "Uncle Jim, I know you have been married to Auntie Joan for forever. But honestly, look at some of that ass out there! How am I supposed to think about work when they are getting my dick hard every two minutes?"
Jim shook his head before smiling at his favourite nephew. "Look. Keep the head down and I will try to smooth this over, but honestly Charlie, I think it will take a miracle to save you, this time, pal."
**Home**
"Bye, girls," Julia shouted as she left the office.
She crossed the square outside the office building and towards the car park.
"Hello, Miss Fountain."
Julia took a deep breath before responding to the parking attendant. His belly was resting on the shelf of his small sliding window.
"It's Mrs Come on, Chuck! It's not too hard to remember," She tried for the hundredth time.
"Just wishfully thinking you were available Mrs Fountain. Always a pleasure to be of service," he said, as he tapped the shelf and looked her up and down.
Another asshole who thinks it's okay to leer at women, she thought. She waved a dismissive hand as she looked back at his portly frame squeezed through the narrow window of the booth.
****
Julia drove to the school. She parked and went to the gates. As usual, several mothers congregated towards her as the waited for the bell.
"Hello, ladies. Looking good!"
They stopped their conversation to look at the newcomer.
Julia knew it was Steve, Slimy Steve as she had nicknamed him. She felt sorry for his long-suffering wife, who seemed to ignore her flirty husband's wandering eyes, and (if rumour was true) wandering hands. She liked Sue, but in honesty thought she deserved to be treated like that, if she failed to do anything about it.
Julia had been lucky enough to avoid Steve's advances so far, but from the rumour mill, she knew he would try his arm with any of the other mothers, given a chance.
She was grateful that the bell rang, just as Steve had found his way to her side. She hastily collected the kids before going home to start dinner.
****
Julia finished dinner and served it as her husband Daniel came home from work. After a quick kiss from his stunning wife, he sat down with his family like always, and enjoyed the meal.
Julia, now dressed in her gym gear, kissed her husband and children again, and slipped out the house into her car. She drove the short distance to the gym and walked towards the main entrance with her bag over her shoulder.
Two young men had come out the front entrance and gave her the once over. She knew they moved their eyes to her ass as she passed them. She hated this side of working out, more than the physical toll. She found herself pulling at the bag strap, to allow it to spin to her behind. She felt more secure with the bag covering her rear.
Once inside, she signed, she swiped her card and entered her membership number.
"Julia, when are you going to sign up to my one-on-one classes?" Chad, one of the gyms personal trainers asked her. He always pressured her, and in her opinion, was overzealous with remarks and compliments. His large-muscled physic did nothing for her. He seemed too dumb to comprehend that.
"It's still a 'no,' Chad."
"Back off, Chad. Julia is my number one student."
Julia smiled at Analeigh as she shut Chad down.
"Hey girl, you ready to work up a sweat?" She hugged Julia.
"I'm ready."
They left Chad at the desk, as the headed down the corridor past the locker rooms.
"He won't take 'no' for an answer, I see," Analeigh said.
"I don't think the big lump of wood could get that into his steroid head."
"For guys like Chad, they don't get it. They think every woman should worship bulk. He gets all the attention he should need of the silly young girls coming in here. That's why the bosses won't do anything. He brings in girls, and a ton of guys, who want to be just like him."
"Well, those girls can have him!"
They both laughed as they began their session.
**The change**
Julia had showered and gone to bed beside her husband; she had found sleep easily, tired from the day at work and the workout.
"Morning, babe." Her husband woke her gently.
She stretched out, then snuggled into him; she mumbled acknowledgment into his chest.
"What?" her husband asked. His voice rose.
She forced her eyes opened to see he was looking right at her.
"I said, I love you, hun," she repeated what she thought she said.
He laughed. "I thought you said, 'I love your cum.'"
She playfully slapped his arm. "Daniel!"
"Honestly, that's what it sounded like," he said, as he moved to the bottom of the bed to get ready.
Julia rolled over. As the covers fell from her, she realised she was naked.
"Wow, what a sight in the morning, babe!" Daniel complimented.
She always preferred to sleep covered, unsure what one of the kids might appear through the night. She looked over the edge of the bed with the covers loosely pressed against her; on the floor lay the pyjamas she had kicked off at some point during the night.
"I must have been sweating off my tits," she gasped, and moved a hand to her mouth.
"I mean, I must have been sweating out of my wits," she said through a clasped hand at her mouth.
"Really..." he smiled, before turning his back to her and sitting on the bed.
'Maybe she had said cum' suddenly those words had started something inside her; she couldn't remember cussing since child birth.
She watched him move as he pulled on his socks. He looked cute in his white boxers. She decided she would reward him. She let the covers slide down her, as she began to crawl over the bed towards him. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her chest to his back.
"Smooth," he said.
She kissed his ear, then nibbled on it. Her hand slipped down his chest and into his boxers, as she rubbed her breasts on his back. Her hand took a firm grip on his quickly responding member.
"Babe, if I had known you would have been interested, I would have woken you up earlier. I need to go."
She gave a girl pout and a disapproving moan in his ear, but continued to play with his now hard cock.
"Babe," he said, more serious.
"MMM. Just a little bit..." she said as she swung around him. She pulled his boxers down to his socks, then she straddled him on the edge of the bed, her pussy already dripping with anticipation.
"Babe, the doors." He looked over her shoulder.
She grabbed his chin and turned it towards her; she pushed her tongue into his mouth as she lowered herself onto him and inside her.
"I want Cock!"
His eyes opened at his wife's admission.
"I mean, it won't lock. The door, I mean," she stammered. She didn't stop riding him, though. She knew she had said 'cock' and it had excited her further. Her nails dug into his back as she did.
"Oh, my God," she heard him say, as she writhed on his bare cock, covering it in her wetness. "That feels so good!"
"You're an easy lay," she said before correcting herself. "I mean, it's easier if you lay back." She moved her hands from his back and to his chest, before pushing hard and flat on the bed.
She increased her speed and bounced harder, as she rode him to orgasm deep inside her.
After several breath-gasping seconds, they both jumped from the bed, hearing the familiar sound of footsteps coming down the hall.
Their youngest opened the bedroom door as Julia jumped under the covers and Daniel pulled his boxer back on.
"Hey, kiddo," he said.
"I heard noises," the kid said.
"Did you, sweetie? Come on over." Julia hugged her baby and watched her husband move towards the bathroom.
"That was great," he silently mouthed towards her.
Julia, surprised at herself, brushed her daughters hair with her fingers. She still felt unfulfilled.
****
Julia dropped the kids at school. Running late, she bumped into several parents she normally didn't catch.
One was slimy Steve. He had approached her just as she kissed the youngest on her way through the gate.
"Morning, Julia. You're looking great," he said as he leered at her.
She knew she had spent less time getting ready than usual, but still pulled off the look.
"I guess it's me carrying these fun-bags to the schools gate." She swayed her chest out as she said it.
"Err, yes. Pretty impressive," he said, taken aback.
"I meant school bags. Carrying the school bags." She tried to shoot him a disgusted look, but she knew what she had said, and how.
"Naw, the fun-bags are better," he laughed. "If you need help carrying them, I'm available."
She turned and left him laughing. As she did the unfulfilled feeling came back. She ignored it as she headed back to the car and to the office.
To be continued"
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