Many years ago the company I worked for were taken over by a larger business competitor. It turned out to be quite a stressful time for me. Different premises, further to travel, and finding myself doing a different job. I was now on the factory floor, rather than in the offices, as the company already had someone fulfilling my role. Fortunately, I soon met new work friends and began to settle into my new position.

Claire was the companies wages lady: slim with long black hair, pale skin, and glasses. She always dressed in exactly the same outfit. A black fitted blouse, black skirt, above the knee, with black tights. She had a few pairs with different patterns and styles.

I worked in a corner of the factory, right by a fire door of which I would leave open most the time because it was always warm in the unit. Claire always used this area for her cigarette breaks, to which were quite regular.

As the days, weeks, and months passed, I began to find out more about Claire, it always pleased me that she would laugh and respond well to my subtile innuendo.

Claire was 35, and had a 17 year old son who lived with his girlfriend's parents. She hadn't seen his father in years, he had pushed her down the stairs when drunk. That proved to be the last straw and she had threw him out, he had long since moved away from the area. She lived in a three bedroom house, renting the two smaller bedrooms out various tenants, helping to pay the bills.

It was all about building a trust. We chatted about music and film tastes, to her telling me about items that she was thinking about purchasing. Claire would show me images of clothing, always black or purple, skulls and gothic style ornaments for her bedroom sanctuary, and on one occasion a small vibrator. Apparently it was very quiet, so she was hoping that she could use it without her tenants hearing anything.

The more I found out about her, the more alluring and attractive she became to me.

Some of my co-worker's began to notice me chatting with her and started to tease me saying that she had a reputation. Rumours that she had shagged most of her tenants, but it didn't really bother me, to be honest, I was quite turned on about it. I found myself jealous of them in fact.

I was only 24 at the time and as my confidence grew, (amongst other things) I would ask her about them. One older guy would sit opposite her in the living room most evenings looking over his newspaper at Claire. She would catch him occasionally, but he would quickly look down to whatever he was reading. On another occasion a young chinese lad stayed for a while.

Claire had a old girlfriend from school she always met up with on a Thursday night who would pick her up. Claire would then get a taxi home. One particular night, a little worse for wear, she went upstairs and walked straight into the chinese tenants bedroom completely starkers. I had already found out that she slept in the nude, or occasionally just a long t-shirt if she was staying over at her friends house, as Karen had only a small flat and a couple of young kids. She went on to tell me that he must have seen everything, as she had even switched on the bedroom light, she didn't get any kind of reaction from him. She made her apologies and went back to her own room, nothing was said and he moved out the next month. I remember telling her that he must have been mad.

I would go home most nights after work and do more than think about Claire as you could all imagine. I would ask if her glasses made things appear bigger than they actually were.... every little helps, reminds me, I must pop into Tesco on the way home. That made her giggle, yes I could make her laugh and have good banter with her, sexual or non sexual.

In the meantime, I had been put in charge of goods inwards which included handing the relevant paperwork to Claire allowing me more opportunities to see her, even including going upstairs to her desk.

I was intrigued about her piercings, she had told me how many she had, but she refused to tell me where they all were. I would often draw a picture of a female body outline, and kept giving her a list of numbers where I thought they might be. Obviously ears, nose, and tongue, which of course excited me. I was pretty sure her left nipple was pierced, as you could make out the ring outline of it, especially if she wore one particular tight black blouse. I would ask if her belly was pierced which she said not. That had me even more interested as I tried to make the numbers add up. I knew that she also had a few tattoos which were always hidden, as the bosses in the office didn't find them acceptable.

I would like the reader to be able to get a good insight into Claire, I would like to give you as much information as possible as memories come back to me. It will becoming more apparent in my later writings. I'm sure that many of you will get to like and enjoy her.

As for myself, I'd had a couple of relationships, both no more than year to 18 months. I would get sex occasionally, normally if parents were going out, and we had a place to ourselves, it never happened as often as I would have liked. I had met a new bunch of friends from a local music venue and started hanging out with them more recently, I was never one for dressing up just to get into a club or bar. I preferred simple pubs for conversation, music and a drink, I liked oddities from records, books, art, and clothing. Anything weird, odd, and curious I guess, that's why Claire and I connected.

It was a hot summer Friday and Claire was moving into a smaller office where she could be alone to do the wages, obviously doing the job in an open plan environment wasn't ideal. I was doing a morning shift and was looking forward to finishing up for the weekend at 1.30pm, only to be asked before leaving if I could do a bit of overtime and help Claire move her office furniture, computer, and printer into her new room, so it would be all up and running for Monday morning. I wasn't too happy, as it was Friday and good weather, but the fact that it got me into close quarters with Claire was an opportunity not to be missed. I was happy to let Claire boss me around and tell me what she wanted doing, she could be very professional, especially about her work when needed. Once we had moved everything into her new office, Claire would tell me where she wanted the furniture layed out. I would make point of brushing past her at every opportunity making sure that my cock was rubbing hard against her, she would remark .....

"Oooh, I say Sir,"....

especially if and when she was in a fun mood.

I remember noticing that she seemed much shorter than normal, then she mentioned that her feet were killing her so she had removed her heels. I remarked....

"Well it's a start, I've got you to remove two items of your clothing at last".

Smiling she said.....

"They are going back on in a minute, it's almost 4pm and I need a drink, fancy a quickie with me in the local down the road".

"A quickie you say!!!".

With a smile and a wink towards her!!!

"Yes, I'm gagging for a good.....fucking!!!.... cider".

Came her response, laughing.

Oh, I don't think I mentioned, Claire would swear like a trooper.!!!

I quickly freshened up, fortunately I always kept deodorant and aftershave in my locker. I clocked out and drove down to the pub, Claire was parking up, so I got our drinks as she walked into the lounge area.

ME: "Here you go.... cheers!!!"

Claire mentioned, that she would have got them in, after all, I had been helping her all afternoon.

I said, not to worry, my overtime pay should just about cover the drinks bill.. which she found funny.

My next suprise came when I sat down, I was expecting Claire to sit opposite me, but instead she sat closely by my side, mentioning that she wanted a comfortable seat too, not a bar chair. Initially the chat was about weekend plans, mine being basically, football, music and drinking. (Oh, and most probably another pastime that I thought best not to mention). Claire told me that her weekends were mostly spent doing household chores and shopping, she didn't really go out much, but would drink in the house in the evenings. She went on to say that it had been a good while since she had been in a pub with a guy. Looking around at a few bloke's at the bar and another couple chatting, she followed that comment by saying....

"I hope that people in here didn't think of me being a cradle snatcher".

I answered...

"It's only ten years, that's nothing".

I reassured her that she was much better conversation than girls my age, and the fact of having a style all of her own made her different which was all part her attraction.

Claire sipped at her cider,

"Lewis, can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah go for it".

"Well ..... have you ever jerked yourself off to me?"

My lager almost went everywhere, I think that the fact that my face must have gone to darkest colour of crimson gave the answer to the question away, I did however muster a reply....

"You have come into my mind on several occasions, but not purposely, it's just that you are the only real female contact that I have so it kind of comes naturally". (quite literally).

I was lying of course, I think that I'd gone over too many to mention scenarios involving her.

At that point Claire made her excuses to go to the ladies, I was quite confused, thinking that she may be looking to make a sharp exit.

I was so relieved to see her approach the table a few minutes later smiling. She proceeded to remove her long black cardigan and place it around the bar chair opposite our table, moving the chair slightly as she did so, before again sitting close to me. Crossing her legs towards me allowing her skirt to ride up slightly more than before, I watched as she reached for her cider, her purple fingernails gripping at the glass.

"I noticed your arousal again earlier in my office."

Once more almost spilling my lager, I replied.

"Well it's hard to keep things under control when you are around".

She then whispered....

"Have you ever been jerked off in a public place, Lewis?"

I had to admit that I hadn't, but I was now getting hard thinking about it, and Claire knew it.

She went onto mention that she noticed that I'd got a little excited about the chinese tenant story, vibrator order, piercings, and sleeping naked remarks. I didn't think she'd noticed, but she obviously had. Perhaps Claire had been giving me more attention than I initially thought.

"Soooooo"... said Claire.

"Why don't you get that cock of yours out for me, I know you want to".

ME: "What in here".

Claire replied....

"Yes, why not, that's why I put my cardigan around the chair opposite, so people can't see, although it might be more fun if they could".

Claire was now looking at me with her devilish smile, and giving me a friendly nudge, saying all the right words to turn me on.

I hesitantly lifted my arse to lower my jeans and unbuckled my belt.

CLAIRE: "Oooh yummy, this is going to be fun".

Fortunately, I was tightly tucked underneath the table, so even Claire wasn't able to see anything.

In an instant Claire's right hand had probed under the table and found my cock growing to her touch through my jockey shorts. She ran her hand along its length, through the material before moving upwards to my jockey shorts elastic seam and gently pulling upwards and then down allowing my ever hardening cock to release and spring up to her attention.

Claire began to work her hand up and down my shaft. I felt my foreskin pull back to expose it's head as Claire's hand explored my hardness. I informed her that I couldn't see me lasting too long at this rate. She said she didn't mind.

"It's not as if it's sex, its just a handjob.... it's what you want isn't it"?

Throwing my head back,

"Well of course it is".

Trying not to make any silly noises, i felt a little precum ooze from my cock, and then Claire's figure wipe it away before continuing to stroke me, now with more vigour.

"Oooh, I think that he likes my touch".

She smiled, Claire was expertly controlling my cock. I had never experienced anything like it before, it was almost as if she could make me cum at will. Claire would speed things up until I was almost at the point of no return, only to slow things down again, if she so choose to.

I glanced at the couple sitting opposite. I was pretty convinced that the girl knew what was going on. She looked and smiled a couple of times, and I'm sure that she must have noticed Claire's arm movements from where she sat, probably a good job that the cardigan was placed over the chair I remember thinking. Although at this stage I don't think that i would have cared one bit.

Claire's voice whispered.

"Are you going to cum for me, Lewis?"

Speeding up her hand rhythm.

"I hope you're going to give me a good load".

Soon I felt my pending orgasm work it's way up my shaft from my balls, I think that Claire knew this as she jerked me faster and squeezed my cock a little harder.

"I'm getting close" .... I muttered....

"Where you want me to cum?"

Half expecting Claire to reach out for some tissue's.

CLAIRE: "Just cum, wherever you want, I like my men to cum wherever they like, it excites me".

It was these words that sent me over the edge.

"God, Claire.... I'm going to shoot".

"Go on then, let it go, give me your hot cum".

I felt my first load shot out of me with some force, quickly followed by three more hot ropes of my jizz, I felt more cum running down my cock as Claire was slowly moving her hand up and down, i can only imagine my cock looking like a candle with hot melting wax trickling down it's side, and over Claire's fingers.

"It felt like you enjoy that" Claire remarked.

"Looks like you did too!!!, I wasn't expecting that amount of cum".

She had noticed my cum over her black fishnet tights, I told her that I can be quite profuse when over excited.

CLAIRE:" Oooh good to hear, the more the better, I like that in a guy..... or even out of a guy, in this case". Chuckling to herself.

She began to tuck my shrinking cock back into my jockey shorts, eventually getting tissues from her bag and wiping her hands, and the cum from off her tights.

Claire went on to tell me in time that for her, to feel, watch and taste a guy's exploding cock was a thing of beauty. She loved cum and hadn't realised how much she'd missed it.

I just hoped that I was going to be the lucky guy to fulfill her desires, and mine.