To set the scene, it was in the early 00s. I had been working at a bank for about fifteen years, gradually working my way up over that time to a managerial position.
I had been doing the job for about twelve months when I was asked to train a new member of the team due to start next week. I was a bit put out. "Great, that will put me back," I thought, having to spend time with someone else. I hoped they don't expect that much from me while I was training. To be honest, the boss was good about it and quickly eased my fears. That said, it was going to be hard as I had not been doing the role that long.
The morning came when I was due to meet the new person. All I knew was her name. For the sake of this, I will call her Jane.
Jane turned up early that day and introduced herself outside whilst all the checks were going on before going in the bank. I was blown away by her straight away.
Jane was about 5'6 with red hair, gorgeous figure with huge breasts. Even with her jacket on, it was clear they were a good DD or bigger.
After the usual pleasantries, we knuckled down to work. We sat together on a single work station looking at the same screen. We hit it off straight away. Jane had a great sense of humour, very flirty but with a great deal of professionalism.
To be honest, it was a pleasure to train her. Jane was very keen to learn and was picking this up very easily. I was actually getting some work done.
I cannot deny I did fancy her a lot. However, I was married, so was Jane, with two children too. I never even imagined that Jane actually liked me.
Then one day, the banter we shared started to get a bit raunchy. It appeared that whilst Jane had married at an early age, her life before that was far from pure. "I used to invite men back all the time," Jane said.
"Oh, so have you had many partners?" I asked. I am not sure where that came from but sort of regretted it as soon as I said it.
"If you mean partners, do you mean have I fucked many men?" Was Jane's answer.
By this, my pecker had picked up and was trying to find room in my suit trousers. "Er yes," I said, not knowing what else I could say.
"Well, I did prefer to suck their cocks, but I suppose I must have fucked most of them first!"
Of course, my mind was working overtime at this point. "What did fucking them first mean specifically?" I asked casually.
"Well, I just love it when they cum in my mouth, so I let them fuck me first!" Jane replied even more casually than I had asked.
Now I was not sure where this conversation was going and I seemed to be on a roll so thought what the hell? "So how many do you think?" I asked, sort of expecting an exact answer.
"Well over 100!" Jane replied as if it was as normal as breathing.
Luckily, there was no one around to hear all of this; probably for the best as my cock was hurting it was so hard. It was so obvious.
Jane saw this. "You OK?" she said in a rather seductive way.
I adjusted myself in full of her. "Yes," I sniggered just like a school boy.
Even at this point, I still thought this was all banter. I was extremely turned on but thought Jane could just be a teaser.
The back office was empty, we had not seen a soul for a while as the rest of the branch staff were out serving customers.
I thought I would keep the conversation going. "So you like the taste then?"
"Yes," Jane replied, "and I always swallow!"
I nearly exploded there and then! This was something that I had never experienced, a girl swallowing my load. I adjusted myself again. It was not working, it was too tight down there.
Being the normal naive self, I apologised and put my hand down my trousers to make a proper adjustment. My precum was oozing out all over my boxer shorts.
After taking my hand out, Jane moved her hand over to my hard cock. I shivered with excitement but was still surprised that this gorgeous red head was actually feeling me up.
"On my god," she exclaimed. "You are very hard."
" I may have to go to the toilet in a minute," I replied. All thoughts of my wife had completely gone at this stage.
"Wait, before you, I want to taste you"
Now we were in a back office of a bank. Normally, there would be anything up to ten people coming in and out of the room. Admittedly, we had not seen anyone for some time, but that could change at any moment. So what made me do what I did next is still beyond me.