The Long Day

The arriving masses that had boarded the carriage were led by an elderly couple, both wielding canes and quiet discomfort. Despite her raging blood, Philippa was reminded of her own grandparents and the good manner her mother passed down. She stood and offered the two relieved pensioners her seat and walked to the very back of the carriage, the last in the train, and glanced out the rear window as the press of strangers tightened behind her threatening to almost squash her. Philippa's hand, taking advantage of the privacy offered by facing the rear wall and window, stole downwards to her pelvis and just pressed up against her covered pussy in an attempt to relieve the frantic desires swirling within her. Big mistake. The hinted promise of relief shot through her body as a shiver that grew and spread, attempting to shake apart her will to stand and her knees almost buckled. Philippa's breathing came in quick rasps of passion and her hand shot up to the rail on the wall to steady herself. The press of bodies held her up and allowed her to slowly regain the strength, despite an angular briefcase digging into her thigh.

'You do know how to put on a show, it's a shame we were interrupted.'

The voice was low but it surprised Philippa and really shocked her a second later when she connected its meaning to the events of only minutes before. She turned to look over her shoulder to see the Silver Fox. He had vacated his seat to allow the other of the elderly couple to also have a seat, and now he was being pressed by the crowd up against her. He was tall and he smelt like a woody cologne that was sex for her nostrils. She realised that the briefcase pressing against her thigh was his, so she shifted her body to release the pressure. This brought her to face slightly away from the rear wall and brought her shoulder hard up against his shoulder, with the rest of his body fitting into the newly freed space by the wall. Their bodies formed a tight 'V' facing the wall with their backs blocking out the mostly forward facing crowd. His still hard cock was pressing against her hip and that sent a thrill into the brewing cauldron of lust, casting a spell over her better judgement.

'I feel somewhat cheated at our ill fortune, you were so...close.' He whispered close to her ear. Philippa unconsciously brought her hand to her chest, brushing it against the curve of her breast. She looked over her shoulder at the forward facing passengers, all oblivious to the tangible tension sparking between the two of them, and then back to his eyes.

'I know you were about to show me...something I would very much like to see. It would appear we have found ourselves in an advantageous position away from prying eyes, if you would care to continue.' His voice was shrouded in a quiet heat that gave Philippa goose bumps down her neck. Her hand was his to control and it slid down her body, gliding over her shirt buttons and continued down to the waistband of her skirt, and ending at the hem of her skirt. She plucked the edge of her skirt and pulled it up level to her navel, exposing her lemon yellow panties with a darker patch that instantly made his cock twitch. The Silver Fox's involuntary movement just drover her on without hesitation, especially considering the way they had blocked out the crowd facing the other way. Her free hand reached down to her panties and pulled down first the left and then the right side of them so they came to rest an inch below her now on display dripping pussy. She would only need to drop her skirt and her private show would have the curtains pulled. She held her gaze to his eyes, fluttered her eyelashes and popped her chest out in a demure act of false innocence.

'Is this what you desired?' she cooed.

'This is what you desired too.' He spoke with no hesitation. He reached down to his own crotch and in one smooth motion undid his zipper and reached into his pants. After a slight jiggle his cock sprung free. It was both very impressive and disappointing. Impressive in its size, it was very long and had a lot of large veins which Philippa knew her pussy liked, it was like reading sexual braille. But disappointing because she immediately knew that because of his height and great length she would never be able to have that cock in her pussy without a great deal of manoeuvring which would draw too much attention.

The cock magnetically drew her hand which had pulled her panties down. She touched his cock in an instant which both froze time and melted her pussy. It was so hot, and it again twitched upward reminding Philippa of its strength and purpose. She pulled her hand along its length toward her and then tightened a fraction then pushed her hand back towards him in a pumping fashion. His cock seemed to grow even further, and after repeating the motion a few more times it was thoroughly throbbing with his lust. The Silver Fox, cursing that he had one hand full with his briefcase, which ironically was aiding their privacy, decided to use his free hand a bit more actively. He leaned in toward the flushed brunette beauty and cupped her breast and brought his fingers together to pinch her nipple. Philippa was hard and wet all over, and with his closer posture she guided his cock to rest against her Mons pubis. The touch of his cock sent a powerful rush to her clitoris which obliterated the outside world. She slid the tip of his long cock down to rub her clitoris, delighting in its hard rubbing aided by her wetness. His penis seemed to know no bounds in its growth as he was obviously enjoying her unbridled sexual appetite. The Silver Fox slipped his hand into her blouse and angled it to rest on her naked flesh, causing her nipples to push visibly through the material. His action had the unfortunate consequence of popping some buttons clean off her shirt, but she was too far gone too even care. Philippa stepped forward a half step and angled his cock down a fraction so that it slid between her legs. The hard veiny length slid across the length of her incredibly wet pussy, and with her hand she bobbed his cock up and down so that it gently slapped against eager slit. She knew she couldn't get it to penetrate her, but she was going to feel it as fully as she could. She slowly rocked her hips backward and forward, coating his cock in her juices and letting her slick lips 'read' his cock. The action was having a pronounced effect on the Silver Fox as he was going red in his face and breathing in short rasping breaths. The ridge of the tip of his cock was rubbing so temptingly close to Philippa's sopping entrance and again she cursed the need for a more advantageous angle. She pumped on his cock to take her frustration out. His hand was working a special kind of magic on her breasts, tweaking her nipples and squeezing her firm charged skin. She could feel her body starting to tense and a shiver rippled over her body sending an itchy tingle to her extremities which then returned a powerful shock straight to her pussy. She bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together as a most powerful orgasm ripped through her body. She slightly collapsed and she released his cock and clutched onto him to avoid falling over. Her body seemed to drop and rest hard on his cock, pushing the length firmly into the length of her pussy. The Silver Fox shuddered as his orgasm started to push through his body. Philippa stepped back a half step and reached to his cock as it slid back along the entire length of her slit. Just as his cock was freed it exploded, squirting his hot cum all over her Mons pubis. The Silver Fox's cock pulsed in her hand with each spurt of sticky white cum that splashed against her. The cum initially coated her exposed pelvis before seeming to melt against her hot flushed skin and sliding down her vaginal crevice then dripping into her panties or sliding down her thighs and resting on the tops of her thigh high stockings. Philippa felt, and loved feeling like, a total slut without abandon. She reached down with her free hand, dropping his still twitching cock, and pulled up her panties. The cum squished against her skin and pussy forcing it up into her pussy or to spill out of her panties to begin a slow dribble down her thigh. She could even feel the copious amounts of spunk against her bottom and anus. Philippa for the first time in her life thought of her pussy as a cunt, a thing of sexual nature to be used. The Silver Fox collected himself without removing his eyes from her now very wet panties as he put his cock away. Philippa now dropped the hem of her skirt, bringing the show to an end. She shifted her feet and could feel the cum that coated her pelvis, pussy and panties, and she smiled at the playboy gentleman.

As they came down from their sexual adventure they checked that they hadn't drawn any unwanted attention. Philippa was relieved to see no one was looking in their direction, yet strangely disappointed because she had awoken this sexual being within her and exhibitionism was its fuel.

She looked the Silver Fox in the eye, 'I love a happy ending, don't you?'

He reached into his inside jacket pocket with a well-practiced flash, and drew out a business card, 'You will call me sometime won't you dear, and we can catch up.' He smiled a tired yet mischievous smile.

She took the card and slipped it into her handbag without looking at it and smiled, 'Maybe.'

Screeching brakes broke through their words as the train came to a stop at the final stop. Philippa suddenly became aware of the world around them and reality came settling gently back into her thoughts. The cum between her legs wouldn't exactly let it fully embrace her, but she now remember she had to get to work. To work. If she could just get her mind out of the gutter. The passengers disembarked and Philippa and the Silver Fox parted ways with a further smile and a wave. She wondered whether she might actually call him or not. If her pussy had a phone he would be on speed dial, she smiled. She quickly moved along the platform towards the street and turned into the women's restroom before exiting.

A flickering fluorescent tube light provided the main light in the wash basin section of the restroom. Philippa was starting to feel the cum spreading around her groin area and was worried that it may soak obtrusively into her skirt. She headed for a toilet booth for privacy and glanced at her reflection in the mirrors as she passed the basins. She felt slutty and dirty, but her outward appearance didn't expose her inner wickedness, and her skirt wasn't showing any signs of wetness...yet. Her blouse was wide open to her fifth button, with the top two undone, and the third and fourth torn off due to the Silver Fox's enthusiasm. Her breasts were covered, but her cleavage was showing off something fierce. She entered the cubicle and straightened out her blouse, she was going to have to be careful today because one wrong move might afford the wrong person a view to remember. The fifth button would have to be protected at all costs, it was just level with her nipples and should that one go she would have the top two halves of her blouse flapping down and really threatening to expose her breasts even when standing. The thought made her quim tingle and brought a naughty smile to her lips. Philippa then lifted her skirt and she looked down at her drenched knickers, almost entirely wet with the Silver Fox's cum. They were saturated and the exposed skin above and below them was still glistening. The skin further down her thigh and near her thigh high stocking had seen the cum streaks slow and start to dry. Only small amounts made it all the way to the tops of her stockings and they showed no sign of any staining, but her panties were pretty much sticky mess that did threaten to spread to her skirt. She whipped them off and used them to dry her exposed skin. There was so much cum, and a lot had worked its way into her. Philippa shuddered and reached down with her other hand and using the tip slipped it inside her pussy and scooped out the cum. It slithered out and dripped onto the floor with an audible 'plop', leaving her once again weak in the knees and her mind awash with rampant thoughts of sex. She dropped her useless panties into the waste bin and used some toilet paper to finish the cleaning up. The walk out of the restroom was liberating and full of and excited anxiety because now she was absent panties out in public and heading to work. Philippa had never done, nor contemplated such a lewd act before, and it was exhilarating and scary, but her mind set today was just pushing her on regardless.

Once outside the station, Philippa hailed a cab to take her to work. She wanted to flash the taxi driver as he drove but he had his rear vision mirror facing the rear window, not in the standard perverted crotch angle like most cabbies had. The cabbie also was very impersonal in the exchange of fares. Philippa pouted at her inability to tease another weak minded plaything as she exited the cab. She walked into her place of work, a huge building consisting of offices and a giant warehouse to facilitate the fourth largest shipping and logistics centre in the country.

Walking into the reception foyer, Philippa felt every bit naked with only four articles of clothing; her shoes, stockings, skirt and blouse. Her self-consciousness seemed to trigger a fresh shiver in her pussy and hardness in her nipples. She felt as if she was blushing as she produced her security swipe card as she strolled through the metal detector under the gaze of the near obese guard. She nearly scurried to the elevators as she was paranoid that the eyes of small groups of company executives and visitors were all over her. Philippa maintained her nerve and waited impassively for the elevator to arrive and whisk her up to the eleventh floor.

The eleventh floor was a hive of activity, with people feverishly working away to organise the logistics of their clients. Success was measured by the status of your clients, efficiency in moving their goods around the country like a cup game with fifty cups, and making sure the clients were happy. Philippa settled into her little cubicle, relieved to take the weight off her shaky knees and finally catch her breath. She felt as if she had been in a constant state of heightened arousal and she was exhausted and it was only 9am. She quickly did a check of her blouse to ensure nothing was amiss aside from a generous showing of cleavage, all ok. Next was the email clearance routine and checking her schedule. No sooner had she started than a shadow was cast over her desk along with a sense of foreboding.

Terry Askew, her boss, stood over her with a face of thunder. He was a short middle aged man with the body of an ex athlete who had let every minute of exercise slip away leaving only a soft chubby body to show for it. He was obviously pissed about it too, because he was always mad and being a prick to everyone who worked under him, and was a colossal douche bag schmoozer to anyone above him. He was widely loathed and ridiculed behind his back, but his temper was legendary and Philippa could see that she was going to get a demonstration. What made it worse is that he was not a private man, and didn't mind berating his employees in public.

'Ah Miss Carter, finally decided to show up.' He chided in mock show of politeness. His vein on his forehead belied his true intent.

'Yes,' she replied, 'I have some finalising to do for the PersiCo account...'

'Finalising?!' he interjected, 'you're about to have your fucking contract made final if you don't sort out the Ketcheson debacle that you've created.' He actually smirked at her look of shock. 'There's 200 items on their manifest that have gone missing and it's due to ship tomorrow. You signed off on it, your fuck up, you fix it today or you're out of here on your sweet fucking ass, get it?'

Philippa's mind worked quickly and almost instantaneously figured out what went wrong. Last month she had put in a requisition to have a large order broken up into smaller parts to ship in containers that weren't full but going to the same place. It was efficient and would have saved her client a few hundred thousand dollars. The problem that she knew had been created was that Terry Askew was meant to sign off on it to make action it, and then to again allow it to ship. She remember that he had signed off the action, but she had been waiting for him to let it ship.

'Sir, I just need you to sign off on the shipping order and it'll be fine.'

'What. The. Fuck. Are you saying that it's my fault? Bring up the shipping manifest.'

Philippa quickly accessed the manifest on her computer, and to her dismay saw that there was no sign of his first sign off. She did see however that there was a date stamp for the last alteration for this morning. The sneaky prick had forgotten or neglected to action the shipping so he deleted any sign of his part in this mess. Now there were 200 shipping items spread out and joined to separate shipping orders for no reason, no wonder they were lost.

The smug look on his face showed his part in his deceit. 'You have today to sort this out.' He walked away, 'I'll print out your termination papers now...someone needs to be efficient here.'

Philippa clenched her teeth and swallowed her pride. She still had a record of all the shipping consignments she had attached the order to, so she just needed to hunt out each part of the larger order and put it all back together before tomorrow. She almost cried.

Philippa spent the next half hour recalling her records and printing out everything she would need. She knew that she couldn't get the work done by emailing the warehouse and asking them to do it, they would just put it into a pile of jobs to do. It would take a week for that to happen. Philippa, now in the zone to accomplish a task, stormed out of her office with her paperwork and made her way to the warehouse to do it herself. She would finish it, even if it took all night. She caught the elevator down to the ground floor and made her way through to the warehouse offices.

The warehouse offices were pretty bare, just a few computers and printers placed between multi tray organisers. There was the warehouse supervisor, Rick, and two other store men, Jack and Mark, who looked up and raised an eyebrow at this out of place beauty. They were typical for that line of work, dusty jeans, flannel shirts, the physiques of people who spent their days lifting heavy things. Jack and Mark were both quite cute looking and Philippa knew they could brush up nicely if they were expecting company such as herself. Rick, the oldest of the three, was also the tallest and the roughest of them. He had a broad chest and a grizzled face with stubble that could grind steel that his large hands had just crushed. They all looked quizzically up at her, the suits never went down there.

'You alright there? Lost?' Asked Rick.

Philippa had no time to beat around the bush and explained what she had to do. The first mention of her boss Terry brought a mutter of 'Fucking wanker' from the three men almost in unison. This was a relief to Philippa and she then shared the whole story. They were aghast at such a thing, and they rightly vowed to make amends. The fluttering eyelashes and cleavage had only a little to do with winning them over, but really, they were just good guys who felt a nice crusade to confound a grade A asshole would provide a nice distraction to their regular day. Rick delegated Jack to continue tackling their usual workload which they admitted they mucked around in accomplishing so that there was lower expectations of what they could usually do in a day. Jack sighed at the task before him, but if he worked his ass off he would be able to pick up the slack. Mark was assigned driving duty and Rick said he would have to supervise her in 'the cage'.