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Subject: {ASSM} Perky in Pink (MF, FF, bd, exhib)
Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2003 01:10:04 -0400
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"Perky in Pink" by Elena
thefabulouselena@yahoo.co.uk

The following story is rude.  It involves sex, bondage, exhibitionism,
erotic embarrassment and lots of descriptions of people's naughty bits.  Do
not read it if you're not supposed to.

The author gives permission for this story to be distributed in any way
whatsoever on the conditions that the text is not changed, and the contact
e-mail address thefabulouselena@yahoo.co.uk is included.

####################

It was a beautiful sunny morning.  Not many people were about in the city
centre this early, and those that she did pass in the street were charging
purposefully ahead, going to work in their sharp suits or their overalls.
Ceri looked down at her fingertips.  The bright pink polish was sparkling in
the morning sun.  The toes were painted a slightly darker pink, and only
three were poking out from the front of each leather mule.

Looking cute today, she thought.  She did look cute; pink looked great with
her red hair and fair skin.  Chris had told her that she looked fantastic
when she kissed him goodbye at the station, but then he had an extra reason
to be pleased with the way she looked today.

She turned the corner at a brisk pace and saw the front entrance to her
office building.

Here we go.  Yes, she thought, I'm a little bit nervous.  Why should I be
nervous?  Head up woman, you're gorgeous and confident, and also the only
systems administrator they've got who isn't off with the flu or on holiday
in Tenerife, and it's too late to go home and change now...

Ceri always kept her word.

*****

"You're a naughty girl, Cer!"

"Whatever do you mean?" Ceri replied in a mock-serious voice.  "I am most
certainly not a naughty girl.  I am a naughty, naughty woman!"  She was
fairly tipsy and very horny.  "A naughty wet, juicy woman!"

Chris giggled with her, as Ceri lowered herself fully onto his cock.  He
thrust slightly up to meet her, but she drew back up.  "Now now, no
wriggling," she commanded in the same tone.  "You know you're not going
anywhere unless I let you."

Chris certainly was not going anywhere; he was cuffed at wrists and ankles
with broad leather restraints, and chained to the stylish yet
oh-so-practical steel bedstead.  Ceri squatted above him on her haunches,
her feet either side of his hips and her hands on her knees for balance.

"I know what you want love, but you're only getting it when I say so.  Now
what do you say?"

"Sorry."  He didn't look sorry, not with that big stupid grin on his face.

"Good boy."  Ceri began to move, bouncing up and down slightly on her heels,
sliding the wet walls of her pussy up and down his shaft.  She could tell by
the look on his face that it was a great effort for him not to bounce up and
down too.

"Now Cer," he grunted, "I'm not a naughty boy, I'm a naughty ooh..."  Her
motion was obviously overcoming his power of speech.  "Naughty man.  Yeah."

"Yes you are.  Are ya going to come for me baby?"  She squeezed him for
emphasis with her most intimate of muscles.

"Uh yeah.  I think so..."

"Go on baby..."

*****

It must have been the wine.  Rioja, she recalled.  Red wine always did get
her into trouble.

"You'd do anything, wouldn't you Cer?"

"What do you mean, anything?"

"I mean I've never met a woman like you.  All the things we've done... you
know."  Ceri was sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, nude save for
the T-shirt she'd slipped on for a bit of warmth and trying to see if there
was enough left in the second bottle to pour another full glass.

"I like it."  Ceri looked thoughtful for a moment, that look of comic
seriousness that can only be managed by the drunk.  "I just do what feels
natural, you know."

Chris, as ever, had bundled himself up into his cotton dressing gown.  After
all these months he was still a bit shy about wandering about the flat
naked, even when it was just the two of them.
"Hey."  He reached out to stroke her bottom.  "Would you..."  He paused for
a moment to think of something that she might not do.  Take it up the
arse... no, done that.  She's done that quite a lot, he thought to himself,
and very nice it was too.  Inspiration struck.  "Would you go out without
any underwear on?"

"I already did, you prat.  Last Sunday."  Oh yes, last Sunday, walking down
the aisles of the B&Q superstore, red jersey tennis dress and no bra or
knickers, reaching up and saying "So should we buy the two and a half litre
pot, or do you think the one litre will be enough..." whilst Chris watched
the hem of the dress rising and rising.  It never rose quite far enough to
get her thrown out, although it did get her a few appreciative looks from
the shelf-stacker with his trolley of matte emulsion and his orange apron...

"Would you go out without any underwear on..." Chris paused and smirked, "to
work!"

"Why, do you think I haven't got the balls?"

"Oh I know you've got the balls.  Well, not actual balls, that would be
wrong..."

*****

It was a beautiful sunny morning.

As Ceri entered the front door and walked out of the chill morning air, she
unbuttoned her jacket and shouted a cheerful greeting at the security guard.
He waved her on with a smile and she pressed the up button.

I must be looking perky today, she thought.

Finally, the bell rang and the lift doors opened.  As she stepped in, she
realised just how perky.  The mirror on the back wall showed two good
reasons for the guard to smile; her nipples were standing to attention and
making a most pressing impression on the rose-coloured fabric of her top.
Not only that, she could just see two little bumps to either side of each
nipple.

Shit, she thought.  Ordinary old nipples I can cope with, but everyone will
see my barbells.  She went to button up her jacket, then realised that she
had worn her denim.  Denim was against the company dress code.  It was fine
to wear in off the street, but she could hardly sit at her desk in it.  Oh
well, nipples it would have to be, piercings and all.

*****

11:06, and Ceri was ploughing through a pile of files to be archived.  Data
Protection legislation meant that personal details of customers who no
longer had accounts could not be kept on the system forever, and drive space
on the server wasn't unlimited.  That meant that their records had to be
archived onto a backup disc and their files packed into storage boxes.  The
company kept the paper copies and discs for a further year in case of
queries, then both discs and boxes would be sent to be incinerated.  It was
a tedious job, and of the staff in work today it was one only she and her
boss had the access level to perform.  Her boss certainly had no intention
of doing it himself.

Oh heck.  Carl, an obnoxious prick from the Customer Service team was
approaching.  Ceri had not warmed to Carl, and his crude and clammy attempt
at a pass on the last team building day had not helped.

"Hello love," he said as he walked up to her desk.  As usual, his eyes
dropped straight to her chest.  Today however, she had more for him to look
at than usual.

"You're looking perky today, love," he drawled.  "Quite... cheerful."

How a creature with such a low level of social skills was able to function
on Customer Service was beyond her.  Well, she thought, let's give the
bastard a good look, because he certainly isn't ever going to get a feel.

Ceri crossed her arms beneath her breasts, pushing them upwards, and leaned
forward over her desk.  Looking up at him, she cooed, "And what can I do for
you today, Carl?"

"You know what you can do for me," he replied.

"Oh, do I?"  She arched her back slightly and pushed her bum backwards; her
office chair slid a couple of inches back with it.

"You can reset my password, love."  He looked very pleased with himself.
Does this idiot really think he's in with a chance, she wondered.

"Okay, Carl.  You fill in a security form for me.  Oh, and Carl?"

"Yes?"  He leaned over her desk.

"I have admin access to your e-mail account," she said in her most syrupy,
flirtatious voice.  "Do you think I should tell the Resources Manager what
you said about her legs?"

He pulled back and paled slightly, but didn't respond.

"If I remember, you said Ange had thighs like a battery hen, but that you
wouldn't mind opening them and seeing if her gash was as tight as her hold
on the purse strings."

Carl backed off a step further, now looking distinctly sick.

"Forms are over there in the green tray, sugar!" she cooed, and grinned to
herself as she went back to her archiving.

*****

13:30 on the dot, and it was time for Ceri to take her lunch break.  She
logged out, grabbed her jacket from the coat rack and headed back to the
lifts.

Outside it had warmed up considerably, but the wind had got up a little.
Brave as she was Ceri wasn't ready to flash the entire shopping precinct, so
she kept the jacket buttoned up.  As she walked to the bakery and back, she
could feel the rough denim rubbing her erect nipples through her top, and
the light breeze running up her legs.

She bought herself a chicken pasty, a packet of cheese and onion crisps and
a bottle of diet coke, and went back to the office.  She ate them
uninterrupted in the fourth floor kitchen, and read an old copy of "Hello!"
magazine that someone had left in there.

It's amazing, she thought, what crap you'll read if it means not going back
to your desk.

*****

15:16 and Ceri finished loading the storage boxes on the trolley.  She
wheeled it towards the lifts.  The file storage room was on the third floor,
and it was extremely unlikely that anyone else would be down there today.
Probably a good thing too, she thought.  Her pink corduroy skirt was long
enough to be respectable for her ordinary desk job, but not really made for
bending and lifting.

The metal racks in the file storage room stretched from floor to ceiling.
Ceri had fourteen boxes of files to put away, and by the time she was on the
tenth, she had worked up a bit of a sweat.  It was as she was bending down
to put the eleventh on the lowest shelf that she realised someone was
standing behind her.

Whoops.  I hope I wasn't showing too much bum, she thought.

As she stood up and turned around, she saw Angela, Resources Manager, in the
doorway.  Angela was looking at her with a funny expression on her face.
Yes, she looked surprised, but there was something else there too.

Shit, I never would have guessed, Ceri thought.  She fancies me!

"Hi Ange."

"Hi Ceri.  I just came down to take a look at the strip lights.  Jack said
one of the tubes was flickering."

Jack was one of her colleagues on the Systems team, and he'd been off sick
since last Tuesday.  That just shows how quickly things get fixed around
here, she thought.

"It's been okay just now Ange.  They come and go, you know?  It's not as if
anyone's in here often enough for it to be a problem."

"Well, if things are all right now..."  Angela didn't have anything else to
do here, but she wasn't leaving.

Ange doesn't have legs like a battery hen, Ceri thought.  Angela was a bit
fuller-figured, but by no means fat.  She was a tall, curvy woman, and she
looked strong and imposing rather than fat.  She could imagine why that
bastard Carl fantasises about her.  Ceri was starting to fantasise herself.

Time to bite the bullet, woman, she thought.  Do something that could be
written off as innocuous, if she decides not to take the hint.

"Do you mind helping me with these boxes Ange?  I'm getting a bit tired."

"Yeah, no problem Ceri.  Where do you want them."

Ceri pointed to the second shelf from the top.  Angela bent down and took a
box in both hands, but then Ceri came up and brushed gently against her
side.  "No actually, the next shelf down.  Let me help you with this one."
Ceri put her hands on the sides of the box, and helped Angela lower it to
the next shelf down.  Their hands brushed against each other.

Yes, she thought, definitely electricity here.  Lets have a go.

Angela was standing so close, and Ceri could see from the look on her face
that she was a little excited, but a little perturbed.  Ceri leaned slightly
forwards, her eyes only inches from Angela's...

...and Angela put a hand around her back and kissed her.

It was a strange kiss, hesitant at first, but Ceri leant into it, pushing
her body against the taller woman's.  Angela was kissing with her lips, and
Ceri poked the tip of her tongue out to penetrate Angela's mouth.  Angela
responded exuberantly, moving her hand down to Ceri's bottom and rubbing her
firm buttocks through the tiny skirt.  Her fingers crept under the hem, and
rubbed against the top of Ceri's thighs.

When they pulled away, they were both slightly breathless.  Ceri noticed the
slightly wild look of arousal in Angela's eyes.

"I'll get the door."

Ceri walked over to the solid wooden door, closed it and flicked the Yale
lock closed.  Now, no-one would be able to open it without a key, and only
three people in the building that day had a key.  Two were in the room, and
the third wasn't likely to come down here any time today.

"Ange?"

"Yes?"

"Would you like to, you know, do it?"

"Now?"

"Yes now."  Ceri walked back over to her.  Something about today made her
feel powerful and strong.  She felt she could do anything.

"Ange, I hope you mind me saying this, but I do kind of want you."

Angela stepped forward and took Ceri in her arms.  Ceri began fumbling with
the buttons of Angela's white blouse and finally managed to slip her hands
inside.  Angela's dark skin was smooth and soft, her breasts large and
pleasantly squidgy.  In return, Angela snaked her other hand up Ceri's top
and touched her bare breast.

Angela pulled back from their kiss.

"You're pierced!"

"Yeah, you like it?"  Ceri stepped back and pulled her top over her head,
dropping it on the remaining boxes.  "Would you like a taste?"

Angela bent lower, and cupped one of Ceri's breasts in her hand.  She took
the nipple in her mouth, and flicked it with her tongue.  Ceri moaned
quietly, and took Angela's head in her hands, pushing her against her bosom.

"Oh, Ange, that's fucking amazing.  Do that some more!"

Angela's other hand met Ceri's other breast, and began to squeeze and pull
at the free nipple.  The metal bar felt strange to her fingertips, but sexy
and cute.  She began to tug the nipple between the tips of her thumb and
middle finger.

"Ange, let me do you."  Ceri pushed Angela upright, then unbuttoned her
trousers.  She pulled them down until they were at her knees, then pulled
her knickers after them.  Her fingers slipped into Angela's slit, which was
wet and welcoming.  Angela did not trim her pubes as Ceri did, but the
slight bushyness was very appealing.

"Come on."  Angela lay down on the carpet, and Ceri pulled her shoes and
trousers off.  Now her legs were bare.  Ceri kneeled on the carpet in front
of her cunt, and pushed her knees further apart with her hands until she
could get in.  The taste of Angela's juice was so sweet, like herbs and
honey, and her clit was so warm and firm.  Ceri licked it with her tongue,
her hands creeping upwards to stroke Angela's stomach and her beautiful full
breasts, her fingers pausing on the warm, erect nipples that were poking up
inside Angela's bra.

Angela came, and Ceri could feel the muscles of Angela's cunt spasming
against her face.

"Do me!  I'm so fucking hot right now.  Finger me!" Ceri cried, not caring
now.  Angela pulled her down until they were lying on the carpet side by
side.  Ceri raised one leg, and Angela's fingers slipped inside her wet
hole; two, then three, until Ceri was full.  Ceri's hand slipped down to
caress her own clit.  "Fuck me Ange, please fuck me!"

Angela kissed her, and moved her fingers in and out, wiggling her fingertips
inside to reach every sensitive spot.

"Fuck!" called Ceri, as an orgasm rumbled through body.  "Aah!"

*****

16:00 found Ceri in the ladies' toilet.

Bloody hell, she thought, I've got pussy juice all over my skirt.  After
their encounter, Ceri and Angela had lain for a while on the floor, before
embarrassment and the need to get back to their jobs had overcome them.
They had kissed gently, Ceri stroking Angela's face and Angela gently
stroking Ceri's shoulders.  Well, fuck knows what I'm going to say to her
next time I meet her.  I think I might ask if I can come over to her house
one night.

Ceri wiped the inside of her skirt as best she could with toilet paper.

*****

17:25 and the train home was on time for once.

I stink like a badger on heat, she thought, as she sat demurely her seat.
The man opposite was checking her out.  I wonder if it's the smell, she
thought.  I wonder if men can sense it.

Ceri took the bookmark out of her library book and began to read.  She was
really not in the mood for unwanted attention.

*****

"Hi babe!"

As usual, Chris was home first, and he greeted Ceri at the door with a big
kiss.  After she stepped inside and he closed the door behind her, he
slipped his hand up her skirt and squeezed her buttock firmly.

"It made me really hot today, thinking about you with no underwear on," he
said, "and I was so hard.  In fact, I'm hard now."

Ceri stepped back slightly.  "Not in the mood right now love."

Chris looked crestfallen.

Ceri hated to see him looking so disappointed.  "Well, make me a cup of
coffee and we'll see how I feel."  She was sure she could go for it in a
little bit.  Besides, Chris wouldn't be able to stop himself when he found
out what she'd been up to.

####################
Author's note:
Of course it's an appalling breach of office protocol.  No I do not have sex
with colleagues in the file storage room.
That doesn't mean I don't think about it, though...
And by the way, Ceri is a good Welsh name, and can be either male or female.
It rhymes with Ferry.

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