Workmate Trial

She answered. I started: "Hey, it's me, have you got a minute -- I want to run something by you."

"Sure. What's up?" Came her usual bubbly voice in reply.

"I've got an idea I want to try. I'm ringing on this old phone of mine. I thought it was dead but when I switched it on, there was a couple bucks of credit, and I can't recharge it. Some old company that doesn't exist so it's going to bin it when we're done."

"Nice. How old is it? One of those old prepaid things, is it?"

"Yeah. Lucky to be on digital, I think. Feels heavy. Reckon I could hold up a petrol station with it!"

"You're a unique individual my friend. What do you want to run by me?"

"I have a plan for a valentines present for the wife, and I'd like to see if it works. I want to keep it exactly how I planned so I won't tell you the idea and see if you can work it out."

"Ohhhhkayyyyy...sounds interesting."

"Seriously, it's just an idea I've had floating around in my head and I want to see if it works before I try it with her."

"Ok sure. What do I need to know"?

"OK. Thanks. I'm going to hangup the phone. After I do, I'm going to send you three pieces of information over three different online platforms over the next few days. The idea is that if you were to read any one of the pieces of information at a glance, you wouldn't think anything of it nor would anyone think to link them together. Only you will know that they somehow link."

"What the fuck? Sounds fun. What do I do then?"

"I can't tell you. That's the point. Do NOT reply, ring, message or anything else. If it goes to shit then I'll ring you. Don't stress if you don't get it. By the way, please delete all the messages. After I've sent them. I'll be trashing the phone anyway."

"You've got healthy imagination my friend. This sounds fun. I guess I'll talk with you at some later stage in our life at some point."

"That is EXACTLY the spirit! Good talking to you, my friend!"

Click. I ended the call.

She was always up for bit of fun. We had some good times socializing and at work. A couple of conferences which ended up more like holidays meant that we'd gotten to know each other pretty well. My plan was to test my idea for getting my wife to meet me in a set spot at a set time away from the day-to-day hassles. Away from work, stress, kids so we could spend some time together. Luckily, the workmate I had asked to help was pretty sympathetic to my idea. We'd shared heaps of stories over the years around our lives. She'd heard me talking about my marriage and kids. I'd listened as she shared her lows and highs as she went through having her kids, stressing over them as they progressed, her struggles at work and at home. We'd entered fundraisers together, done fun runs, gotten drunk at work functions and so forth.

Over the following 3 days I sent her 3 messages over Instagram messenger, Facebook messenger and a private snap on Snapchat.

The first one: "IP:048.85837"

The second: "SERIAL NO: 330324/30:30"

The third: "File.EXE: 002.29448"

The first and third messages were simply latitude and longitude coordinates hidden very poorly as a computer IP address and as a file designation. The second was a date and time. The 330324 was the 33rd of March 2024. This, I hoped she would realize meant that I wrapped the days into April. The second of April to be exact. The time was 30:30 was the same idea again. April 2 at 30:30 was actually 6:30am the next day -- April 3. A Wednesday. The idea was that if anyone came across one of these then they'd think nothing of it. Only if someone had all three bit's of info could they possibly work out the meaning. Simple, fun and a bit flirty was the plan. The exciting part for me was if she'd work it out. She was definitely clever enough. In fact, she was probably one of the smartest people I knew. Smart, like academic and like intelligent in a social sense. She could talk to anyone with a smile and hold a conversation on just about any topic. Coupled with a disarming manner she could hold a room of unknowns comfortably and stroll out with eyes following her.

I'd asked her in particular to try my idea as she was always up for a bit of a laugh and I'd seen her challenge conventional thinking in the past so this was a nice combination of both. Besides that, it would be cool to catch up in person as we hadn't seen each other since my wife and I moved our family to another town a couple of years earlier.

We'd had the opportunity to explore a new setting which we'd both loved, and our kids had settled well, making fantastic friends and getting involved in school and after school activities. Life was pretty sweet. I loved my wife; we'd been together for a long time and our friendship was as strong as ever. My wife was very attractive. She had a classic body -- something like a 50's sex symbol. The classic body shape of all curves accentuated. Her brown hair was long. It came to mid-way down her back. Her breasts were full and much bigger than an average girl her size and shape. She wore a DD bra, and she knew they drove me crazy. Her body wasn't plump but not lean, but her legs were strong and defined. I always checked her out, especially when she wore a bikini to the pool or wore a figure-hugging outfit to work. Our sex life had been fine, but with the stress of the move and new jobs and schedules we'd struggled to connect and that was reflected in our intimacy. I'd always had a stronger sex drive than her, but that divide was starting to widen. We'd joked about threesomes in the past, but both knew that it would end up in a mess of awkwardness that just wouldn't live up to expectations so didn't seriously entertain the idea other than a bit of teasing.

The one thing I considered late at night was asking if my wife would mind if I saw another woman for purely physical encounters. I didn't want to leave or hurt her and wouldn't cheat on her as such. If she said no, then I would respect it. We'd both had opportunities to cheat in the past but had never come close.

I am, by my own admission not a bad looking guy. Early 40's, blonde hair with a well-built body. I enjoyed being a lean forty something so did cardio five times a week and weights about the same. My six pack had been around when we were younger, disappeared while the kids were young and had come back to me once they were a bit more independent. My secret to looking really lean is to dedicate a weight session specifically to the serratus. With these more defined it gave me a much leaner look that matched guys 20 years younger than me. I was proud of the fact that guys the same age as me looked much older. I believe that staying active keeps you young -- and it made me a better dad.

I worked hard as a young man and got promoted early in my career which afforded us a good lifestyle. We'd holidayed at a range of destinations and had done a fair bit of work on our house which allowed us to sell for a tidy profit when we sold up and moved town.

I had met my work colleague about 8 years ago. Over time she became a friend. Then a good friend, with a similar approach to our work who we could talk with to share ideas and high-quality professional practice. That was until one day, after we had started to work together in the same department, she wore THAT skirt to work. Fuck, that skirt was amazing. Blue pinstripe on a grey background that came to just above her knees. To me it purveyed professionalism while also opening my eyes to her exceedingly hot ass. The way it sat on her was perfect. Each of her ass cheeks filled it perfectly and, although I tried to not look, I couldn't help but notice that there was no bounce as she walked. Pure muscle shaped into the perfect female form. Naturally, as I was left to ponder this, my thoughts turned to think about what it would feel like, taste like, sound like as she was brought to climax. I wouldn't allow myself to ponder further out of pure respect for my marriage. Our friendship from that moment on in my mind was always a little flirty. I swear she knew that I suddenly had my eyes opened to her physical attractiveness. I'd always been a fan of hers emotionally and professionally. Now (due to this skirt as a catalyst) I was suddenly awoken to her physical self. Her hair was always shiny and healthy. I don't know if she straightened it each morning or if it just naturally fell that way. Shoulder length, often worn loose with a long fringe swept to one side. Her glasses brought a sense of academia - thick black frames that perfectly matched her face. Her lips - the most kissable lips I'd seen. Full, naturally pouty covering a set of white, blemish free teeth. The sort of people who have had braces when they were kids have. Her bust was I'd estimate a C cup - definitely not a D. I had since caught myself imagining her sitting in someone's lap, taking her bra off and to have them not sag at all, such was her size. In my mind they'd be big enough to bounce as someone fucked her, or sway as she was taken from behind, yet small enough that her whole breast could fit in a mouth at once, with her hard nipple standing proud in it's light pink sweetness. Due to her recent time off, she'd lost a fair bit of weight between rearing a newborn baby and a renewed love of running and gym. Her waist was proud, and her hips narrow. I imagined that she'd actually have a six pack abs, such was her appearance - not the one you can see all the time, rather the abs you see when someone is stretched out on their back, head leaning backwards over a bed as she takes your cock into her mouth and you lean over her to feel her wetness with your fingers and you wish you were able to lick her pussy right there and then. The abs you run your hands up as you bring her closer to orgasm with your tongue. I'd probably classify her as looking like a professional tennis player or volleyballer such was the level of tone in her ass and legs. She was quite short compared to me. My 6ft1 frame probably stood a good foot taller than hers. In my mind this was never an issue -- especially after I had seen her in 'that' skirt. Besides, a smaller frame was in my mind easier to pick up in the throes of passion or lust. I'd never given any hint of clue about my burgeoning admiration. My mind had played tricks of me when I was trying to concentrate at work -- I'd suddenly imagine a tongue flick over her clit then deep in her pussy as she was pulled harder on to the tongue, then I'd see hands slide up her inner thighs, over her stomach, caress her breasts and gently squeeze her hard nipple before she was given a moist finger for her to taste herself with. Thoughts only.

These were intriguing times for me. One skirt was responsible for all of this. And fuck me if she didn't know it. Both of us refused to acknowledge any type of flirt, sideways look or knowing glance. We were both happily married. She'd walk in to work with her hair still slightly wet, glasses halfway down her nose, oversize coffee keep cup in her and, handbag over the other arm. A button up business shirt always unbuttoned in a sexy but never inappropriate manner and, as a game for myself the hope that 'that' skirt or one similar on her hips. Not once have I mentioned this to any other colleague. My mind is my business.

We kept in touch after I moved town. Nothing out of the ordinary -- a text message here, a phone call there. We'd caught up once in person for a coffee when I had returned to see some other friends. There was nothing untoward. Just friends catching up, but Id always catch her looking at me, our farewell hugs were always tight. She'd always like or comment on shared chats but that was really it.

As a means to cope with the lessening intimacy in my life, I had started thinking about writing short erotic stories. This would be as an outlet and not designed to be shared or published. I had decided to use a couple of encounters my friend and I had shared over our years working together as inspiration for the first couple of stories. I had only written the one at the moment, but the others were there bubbling away in the background. They were based very loosely on real scenarios where I had altered the events into a short story -- adding the erotic nature beyond the friendly encounter it had been. I had always been careful to de-identify her and our locations and so forth, but she would instantly recognize the scenarios if she were to ever come across them.

For reference, my first fictional short story was as follows:

We were on a trip to another city where three of us from the same workplace had gone to a two-day conference. Our other colleague had gotten ill after the first day, so after getting medication and hydration for him, we left to give him some quiet to sleep. I had said I was going for a run, and she was going to the gym. We agreed to catch up later for dinner.

We both didn't realize that I was going for a run on the treadmill in the gym and she was going to the same one. When she entered, I was half way through a 5 mile run. She did her abs routine in front of the treadmill as it was the only spare floor space and used some free weights to break her workout up. I'd admired her ass for a long time before this trip. She'd had a couple of skirts she would wear to work that I had suddenly become aware of. The way it looked in them was astounding. I'd shared a little small talk with some fellow male coworkers about her body but had kept it to a minimum and always stayed professional as much as I could.

I tried my best not to be caught looking but her active wear didn't lie. Her ass was defined, abs tight, and her breasts were pert. She'd look at me through the corner of her eye as she moved around on the floor. When I finished, I sat and stretched while talking to her. She had asked me to help stretch her hamstrings as she had been sore from a big run prior to our trip. I'd obliged by gently stretching each leg, one at a time by leaning on it as it was stretched over her head.

I'd positioned my body, so it was on the outside of each leg and not too far in her personal space. Her eyes kept fixing on mine. I could see her pupils dilating as we continued this, and her skin began to flush ever so gently. We were in a strange hotel, in a strange city with our only other travel mate upstairs asleep, so I thought "fuck it" and swapped so my body was on the inside of her leg, and I lent down and stopped my lips about three inches from hers and held the stretch. When it was time for the other leg, I did the same -- moving to about two inches away. The next time I got so close that her breasts pressed against my chest. I had to lift my head up to stop our lips meeting. I'd noticed her breathing getting shallower and could feel her heart racing as I pressed against her.

Glancing up at the locker room door, I told her "I need a shower" then lent into her ear and whispered, "the door WON'T be locked." I briefly hitched my other arm around her second leg and drew both her legs over her head. When I went to stand up, I braced my hardening cock against her pussy as I brought my feet in to let me stand. I rose and strolled into the locker room, not bothering to hide the half hard cock I had in my pants.

Luckily, it was getting late, and it was mid-week so there weren't any other guests around. I'd picked the furthest shower from the door and wedged it shut using a gym towel on the floor. Being a hotel, there were switches for the lights in the locker room. I'd flicked them off on my way in. The room was now lit only by the dull light coming through the high windows to the gym. In the shower, I'd made the water pretty hot and stood with my hands out against the back wall of the shower, leaning into the stream, letting the water roll off my back. In the dark, I had started stroking my cock thinking about what had just happened. I needn't worry, I thought, as she had seemed as into it as me, so I thought the chances of her being upstairs talking to her husband or our colleague were slim. I continued slowly jerking my cock, with it feeling fully erect I noticed in my peripheral vision what I thought was a ribbon of light at the doorway to the locker room. Either another patron came in or it was her. No light was switched on. My heart skipped a beat as I lend forward to let the water hit me directly on the back. I dunked my head into the shower stream letting the water pull my hair forward as I continued to slowly stroke what was now my fully erect cock. It stood at 7 inches with a healthy girth. It's circumcised head was, as I had been told' a beautiful sight when full engorged. My bell end was a little bit bigger than my shaft and a lighter shade. The veins in my shaft popped when I was this hard. I'd kept my balls smooth for a few years now but kept a trimmed patch above my cock, which tapered halfway up to my naval.

As I stood in the shower with the water running over me, I couldn't hear as the water was running over my ears. I was greeted with the most incredible feeling of softness as two gorgeous breasts pressed against my back. She had come in, shut the shower cubicle door, stripped off and joined me in the shower. I must've been too busy thinking about her naked to notice her joining me...naked.

Without saying anything and without facing her, my right hand shot out from my side and thrust around behind me, almost without any conscious decision from me. I grasped her firm ass and pulled her into me, allowing my hand to grab as much of that ass as I could. It felt like a dream as I dragged my hand across to the other side, where I grasped her left ass and did the same. She responded to his closeness by wrapping both her hands around my waist, pushing my left hand out of the way and starting to stroke my cock for me while her right hand cupped both my balls. The feeling of the water, her body pressed against me, her ass in my hand, her hands around my cock caused my head to tilt backwards. She took this opportunity to stand on her tip toes and whisper into my ear "don't say a fucking word, and don't look at me."

As we stood in the dark shower, this muttering caused my cock to jump. Her body was so firm, yet so soft, her hands felt like velvet as they ran over my veiny cock. I couldn't help but attempt to grasp both her ass cheeks at once as I slid my middle finger down between her ass to come to rest on her pussy. She responded my taking her hand off my balls and running it up and down my chest and abs, pulling me in closer to her. Her tits pressed up against me felt extraordinary. The darkness only brought a sense of ecstasy as using my hands and being denied sight increased the erotic nature exponentially. After a few strokes over her pussy, it was obvious she was wet. I dragged my finger over her wet opening a few more times to get it fully ready before straightening it and driving it into her as deep as I could. Her back arched, pushing against it as a low groan left her mouth. I left my finger deep inside my friend as I used it to slide against the front wall of her pussy and used the palm of my hand to pull her in closer again to me. Feeling her back up against my finger, I brought my other hand around, grabbing her left ass, pulling her in closer to me again. I wanted to feel her push up against my finger deep inside her cunt and I also wanted to feel her lean body and firm tits against me. She continued to stroke my cock and I kept working my finger inside her. The rhythm continued, as her low moans continued. Our breathing got shorter and shorter. Luckily the noise of the shower muffled most of our pleasure to anyone outside in the gym.

With both hands around behind me, holding her wet warm body against me, she took the opportunity to take some control. She wedged one knee between my legs and forced me to spread my legs further -- wider than my shoulders. Feeling her ass clench as she did this made my second subconscious choice so far -- I brought my left hand to between her ass cheeks to join my right. I used the index finger to stroke across her asshole.