Have you ever wondered what antics you could possibly get up to behind the two-way mirror in the focus group viewing room? The first Crash! Bang! Wallop! story gives you an idea of the possibilities!
When CBW Director John is stuck inside the focus group viewing room for several hours evaluating junior researchers through the two-way mirror, the least he expects is for Studio Manager Zoe to enter and begin a teasing, flirtatious game which can end in only one way.
But will they finish what they started before the group they're watching does? This erotic story contains some serious flirtation, cunnilingus, office sex, mirrors and safe exhibitionism. You’ll always wonder what’s going on behind that mirror next time you take part in a focus group!
Length: 8,700 words (approx.)
John’s hand reached the outline of her red satin push-up bra, which felt wonderfully smooth. Not that she needed a push-up bra, per se. But for added effect, it certainly worked its magic. He cupped it firmly, once more sealing his lips around Zoe’s. His squeezes became firmer as he earnestly sought her nipple through the fabric. A slight whimper from Zoe gave him the necessary direction. But this wasn’t enough.
Scrambling underneath it, his hand wasted no time in attaching itself to her sizeable and well defined breast. Grabbing her orb, his firm touch lightened to those of gentle caresses. He couldn’t wait anymore to feel her nipple without the satin cover.
His first touch sent shivers down Zoe’s spine. Moaning with pleasure, her head moved away from John’s as she delivered kiss after succulent kiss on his neck.
Paul’s voice resonated through the viewing room speakers. It temporarily brought them to their senses, but served a timely reminder that there was limited time to bring this explosive outburst of passion to its rightful conclusion. Whilst other more timid, pensive individuals, may have baulked, there was simply no going back for either of them. Not that any of them possessed such thoughts. There was no way this experience was going to end this second and with clothes still on.
Zoe’s response was instinctive. Without moving her head or changing her focus from John, her right arm reached out, her hand adjusting the speaker volume on the desk console. Paul’s voice was now almost reduced to a whisper: much more conducive to frantic lovemaking.
As John’s hand continued tracing around her nipple and gently squeezing it, this was Zoe’s cue to assist in their combined efforts. The time for teasing had disappeared: this was all-out, all-consuming lust. With a countdown. A slow seductive removal of the bright red shirt was not on the agenda. Buttons were released with breakneck speed: she wanted his hands all over her body and his mouth all over her tits, to be sucked and licked intently. Flinging the shirt over John’s head, landing in a dishevelled heap behind them, John followed suit with her now unclipped bra. He noted the sweet smell of her body spray, and from the corner of his eye, he also caught the label: 34D. Delicious.
John marvelled at the view. “God, your body is divine,” he mouthed, leaning up to kiss her now smudged scarlet lips. He was about to deliver another smouldering kiss on her lips. Zoe wasn’t having any of it. She grabbed his head, stopping him in his tracks, before looking in his eyes intently.
“Tits. Suck. N-o-w.” Her hand forced his head down into her fully exposed cleavage. He marvelled at what he saw and was now savouring with his mouth as well as his hands. They were awe-inspiring.
“What do you feed these things? They’re perfect.”
“Heineken. Now stop talking,” she snapped. “And the more you’re talking, the less that mouth’s working. Suck those tits to within an inch of my life, you dirty fucker!” she cackled.