Confectionery, Cunt & Cava
I’m fast approaching the end of my third week in my new department and despite sitting opposite my mortal enemy and a couple of juveniles. It does seem to working out alright. But I have to admit I am missing the conversations I had with my colleagues Busty and Horny.
They now have a new brunette working with them. She seems nice enough but I don’t think she will have the naughty spark they had with me. The new girl seems a little too prim and proper to indulge in anything too smutty.
I haven’t found an appropriate name for her yet. I’m working on it. 🙂
This afternoon I got a little fed up with the constant barrage of work and decided to sneak away from my desk to give myself some space to chill out. I escaped to go and chat with Busty and Horny for a while and catch up on stuff.
They asked how things were going and I told them all about my cock up with the doctors. Just to quickly recap, they prescribed me the wrong pill. It came time to open my new pack on Sunday evening and I discovered their mistake but it was too late to do anything about it.
As a result I now have to use condoms for a week 🙁 I also had to take the morning after pill and do a pregnancy test in a couple of weeks. Yes, thanks a lot doctors!
I explained that the minty condoms we had in were a little bit like roller blinds. You roll them down Alex’s cock and then they roll back half way and you have to start over again. I’m wondering if he needs the next size up. 😉 They giggled as I mimed rolling the condom down and then quickly having to jump on his cock before it rolls back.
Horny then added that she had tried After Eight Mints. For those who don’t know, they are wafer thin mint creams coated in dark chocolate. Very fashionable to had out with the coffee in the 70’s. I didn’t get chance to ask her what she got up to but made a comment that they would make you sticky.
Then she added “And don’t pour alcohol over your pussy”. At that point the boss walked in to the office so we all shut up. I need to catch up with these stories and find out exactly what she got up to. 😉
I can only imagine that someone was attempting to drink wine from her pussy and I’m not sure what she did with the mints. I’m intrigued.
We’re all intrigued! After-eights seem a bit flimsy to go where Marianne Faithful’s Mars-bar went.
Alfie, I need to get to the bottom of the mints thing too, as you say the Mars bar is more substantial.