As I walked into the office on Friday morning, Pete was seated at his desk, ticking off files from our list. We work in the civil service and are responsible for filing stuff away. There are three of us in the office; me Sally, I’m thirty two, divorced, no kids; then there’s Pete, forty five, who lost his Wife to cancer about seven or eight years ago; and finally Betty, aged thirty and single. We’d worked together for about three years. Our office is tucked away in the basement, where nobody ever visits, unless they’re really desperate to find a file that they’ve messed up, or something similar! So we just sit here, quietly getting on with our work. Pete is the section leader, but he’s not bossy or anything. In fact, he’s the best boss I’ve ever worked with and Betty agrees with me. We all share the work equally with no favourites and we even take it in turns making the coffee or tea. Betty and I used to try to do the refreshments just between us, but Pete won’t hear of it and refuses to take advantage of us! He’s a lovely bloke and to be honest, both Betty and I have a real crush on him, but we’re all very shy and it never goes anywhere.

This particular day was Pete’s birthday and as per our “tradition”, he’d brought cream cakes and doughnuts in for us all to devour at lunch time. Pete looked up and smiled as I entered and looked as though he was about to say something, but stopped. “Go on,” I said. “What were you about to say?”

“Oh, it was nothing, really, and I was worried I might offend you or something!”

“No, go on. Spit it out. It’s your birthday and I promise not to take offense, no matter what you say!”

“Well, as I looked up and saw what you were wearing, I just thought how nice you looked and the dress really suits you. I know we’re not supposed to comment or compliment the opposite Sex, but I can’t help it — you look gorgeous!”

As it was such a nice morning and Pete’s birthday, I’d put on a dark blue, flowery, summer dress that buttoned down the front and with a fairly high, sweetheart neck-line. They seemed to be quite popular this summer and a lot of women were wearing them. “Oh, don’t be daft,” I responded. “I know you aren’t being offensive and thankyou for noticing. Happy birthday!” And I passed him a card. Betty hadn’t arrived yet. She usually gets here around nine-ish and it was only a quarter to.

“Seeing as it is your birthday, is there anything you’d like?” I said, hoping he’d ask for a birthday kiss, or something. He immediately blushed, wildly, going a bright crimson colour. “What? Go on! What would you like?”

“No. I can’t! It was just a silly thought that flashed through my mind. I’d be in deep trouble if our bosses even suspected I was thinking such things! I’m sorry. It just started as a random thought and sort of exploded in my head and I felt embarrassed just for thinking it. Forget it, please!”

My heart jumped and my pulse increased dramatically, so I kept pushing. “Well, it IS your birthday and I promise that there’s nothing you can say that’ll offend me. And I mean it. NOTHING!”

“Well, I was thinking how lovely you look in that dress. It fits you so well, and……”

“Yeah, go on!”

“I’m sorry, but I just thought how nice it’d be to hold you and put my arms around you, hug you and maybe even run my hands up and down your body, possibly even, you know, feel your…… you know…….breasts. And your bum! It’s been so long, you know, since my Wife died and there’s been no-one. But I shouldn’t even think such thoughts and I could get into a lot of trouble!”

My heart was fluttering! And now I was blushing too! You see, I’m very shy and timid and hadn’t been with a man since my divorce, three years ago, but my heart was racing, so I said, “Go on then. I’m here, waiting and promising not to scream!” And I held out my arms, inviting him into my bosom.

Pete stood, hesitantly, but remained at his desk, so I walked across to him. Taking his hands, I placed them onto the small of my back and then put my arms around him. “What happened to running your hands up and down?” I felt his hands start to slide up and then down, my back a couple of times, but only down to my waste. “And my bum?” Slowly, gently, his hands gradually went to my bottom, tentatively feeling their way, until both his hands were covering my buttocks. I was becoming really turned on and my heart was pounding in my chest. I let out a tiny moan.

“Is it ok if I squeeze your bottom?”

“Oh yes, please.” And I pushed myself into his body, glorying in the contact. My own hands reached down and fondled Pete’s bum, squeezing him and holding him tightly, as I felt his hands do the same to me. I leant back a little, making a gap between our chests. “What about the rest?”

“Eh? What?”

“You said you wanted to do something else, too!”

“Are you sure it’s ok?”

“God, yes! Do it!” And I felt his hands start to move, up my flanks and sides, until they were just under my arms, beside my breasts. “Please. Do it. Hold me there!”

Tentatively again, his hands very softly slipped across to my breasts. I don’t have large breasts, they’re a 36C and still fairly firm, but I do have quite large nipples, which protrude a lot when they have a mind to. And right now, oh, did they have a mind to! As his fingers slipped across my breasts, my nipples just popped up and the touch forced a groan from my throat. And as I was already pushing my body against Pete, I could feel his reaction to the situation — he was becoming erect! But then the scene was shattered, as I opened my eyes, which I hadn’t realised had closed, to see Betty standing in the doorway with a shocked look on her face!

I’d left home early to give me time to get to work with a bit of time to give Pete a card for his birthday. I got him a nice one because I liked him a lot. He’s a lovely bloke, dead gentle and not at all like any of the other men I know. He’s kind and generous and never loses his temper or gets angry. I quite fancy him, actually, but I’m too shy to say anything and I think he’s very shy, too. His Wife died a few years ago and he doesn’t seem to have had any other relationships since! Anyway, when I got to the office, down in the bowels of the building, and walked through the door, I got the shock of my life! Sally and Pete were canoodling and in each other’s arms. And I swear, Pete had both his hands on Sally’s boobs!

I just stood there, astounded! And then Sally opened her eyes and I could tell she was shocked to see me. “Erm, it’s not what it looks like!” she said. “I was just giving him a quick hug for his birthday, nothing else!” Then she pushed herself away from Pete’s arms.

“Oh, morning Sally. I was just getting a birthday hug. Honest!”

I turned round and closed the door. “You should be careful,” I said. “Anyone could have walked up and caught you! Happy birthday Pete. Here’s a card for you.” As I looked at him, I felt myself screwing up the courage to speak. With my heart in my mouth, I continued, “Erm, well. In all the time we’ve worked together, that’s the first time you’ve ever treated us differently!”

“Sorry, Sally. Er, what do you mean?” Pete asked.

“Well. You’ve always been very fair with us, division of labour and all that. And then today, just because it’s your birthday, I walk in to find you canoodling together and I’m wondering where my birthday cuddle is?”

They both started giggling at that and then Pete said, with a very deep blush all over his face, “If that’s all it takes to guarantee your silence, then get over here!”

Blushing profusely, I stepped over to Pete. As I stepped into his arms, I said, “And no cheating! I want EXACTLY the same treatment that Sally got!” and with that, Pete wrapped me in his arms. I’m a little slimmer and smaller than Sally and I pushed myself right into Pete’s body. His arms enfolded me, his hands resting just above my hips. “Come on! The full works. I saw you.” And I took his hands and placed them squarely on my backside. “Now squeeze!”

As his hands gripped my bum, I got butterflies at the pit of my stomach. This was the closest I’d been to intimacy in a long time! I was feeling quite aroused and knew by the hardness pressing into me that Pete was turned on, too. I groaned loudly as he massaged my bottom and then I said, “And the rest. Don’t forget I saw you. Feel up my boobs, as well!” chest-wise, I’m not very big at all; just a normal 34B, with pert little nipples. As he slipped his hands slowly up to my chest, his fingers slid over my nipples and I felt them stiffen, sending a shockwave down to my most private areas. “Oh my. Oh that feels lovely!” I gasped as I gently rubbed myself against his very hard erection.

After a short time of cuddling, Pete said, “I think we’d better get on with some work, ladies, before we get caught, don’t you?”

In unison, we both answered, “OOHHH!”

The rest of the day proceeded normally and we never mentioned anything openly, but Sally and I met up in the kitchen area later. At first, we felt a little shy about things, but then Sally commented, “Your face, when I opened my eyes! I thought your eyes were gonna pop out!”

“Yeah, I was a bit shocked when I saw him massaging your tits, but then I thought, ‘well if she’s getting touched up, I want some as well!’ and that’s why I closed the door. And oh, it was such a turn on. If the key had been in the door, I’d have locked it. I had visions of us both fucking him senseless, on the desks.”

“Oh yes, it’s a lovely thought, but I don’t think I’m brave enough for that!” Sally said, “But just the thought of it gives me butterflies.”

We didn’t really talk about it much, after that, but all day long, Sally and I kept exchanging ‘looks’ and smiling at each other. Then, just before we were about to go home, Pete looked at us both and said, “Look, er, as you know, I live alone and don’t really have anyone, so I wondered if the two of you would like to go for a drink tonight and help me celebrate my birthday? That is, if your boyfriends or significant others, wouldn’t mind?”

Sally responded immediately, saying, “I don’t think either of us is attached right now. I’d be ok with it.”

“And so would I.” I said.

Pete came back with, “I can’t really afford a slap-up meal, but how about a few drinks at the Red Cow and then we’ll get a take-away? We can go to either of your places, or mine. You choose.”

We all agreed to this and said we’d meet up at eight in the Red Cow and then we split up and went home to get ready.

Pete walked home. He only lived a short distance away and was at his front door in fifteen minutes. The house was an extended, three bedroom, semi with a large garden and a couple of outbuildings — two sheds and a large, concrete garage. The extension had been built as a ground floor bedroom for his late Wife, with a large en-suite, Shower room. This had accommodated her for her last three years. This was now Pete’s bedroom and he hardly used the upstairs anymore. Following his Wife‘s death, the mortgage and all debts had been paid off by insurance policies that she had insisted on from their first years together.

After a cup of tea and a few biscuits, he rested a while before heading off to get shaved, showered and changed. He put on a decent, ironed shirt and trousers, along with a decent pair of brogues and left the house for the ten minute walk to the pub. Arriving early, he bought a pint of beer and waited. Betty arrived about five minutes later, followed very shortly by Sally and Pete bought them both a drink; Sally having a large G & T and Betty a large, straight brandy. The three of them rarely struggled to find subjects to discuss and were soon chatting away like long lost friends. The ladies bought a round each and by 9:30 they were all beginning to feel hunger pangs. Agreeing on a Chinese for a take-away, Sally asked, “Ok, where are we going to eat it?”

“Well, I think I live the closest. If I phone the order in now, we should be there by the time it arrives. Are you both ok with that?”

This was all duly agreed, the order phoned in and they set off together back to Pete’s house, arm in arm, the girls either side of Pete.

“Do you want another drink while we wait for the meal?” Pete asked, as he opened the front door.

“What have you got?” they both asked.

“I’ve got wine, brandy, rum and gin. Sorry, I don’t have whiskey. I don’t like the stuff. And I’ve got several types of vodka. I like vodka — my personal preference. Some of them are flavoured. Will you let me recommend some for you?”

Both ladies thought that sounded good, so, leaving them in the lounge he went off to get drinks from the fridge.

“I’ve got you a different one each to try and if you like, you can sample each other’s. For you Sally, there’s a really nice cherry vodka. And Betty, you’ve got raspberry vodka. They’re not dead strong, around 30 — 35%. See what you think! I’m having some damson vodka”

“Oh my god! This is gorgeous!” Betty exclaimed. “I’ve never tasted anything like this before!”

“Wow, same here. This is fantastic!” That was Sally.

Just then the doorbell chimed and Pete got up and answered it. As he brought in the food, the girls were trying each other’s drinks and lauding their approval. “Where do you get these drinks from, they’re flippin’ fantastic?”

“Here, try mine. It’s made with damsons.”

After both taking a sip, of which they thoroughly approved, they started asking about the drinks. Pete replied, “Well, the cherry is Polish and I buy it at a polish shop in town. The raspberry and damson I make myself. I’ve been making them for years and since I’ve been on my own, I needed an interest to keep me busy and stop myself going mad! Anyway, let’s eat or it’ll get cold!”

Pete opened a bottle of white wine for them to drink with their meal and as they ate, explained his process for making the vodka, of which he’d tried nearly a dozen different flavours! They found that eating their meal mitigated their alcohol intake and whereas they’d started to feel a little tipsy before the meal, they all felt rather better afterwards and so were able to sample a few more of Pete’s vodkas, once more getting a little tipsy in the process.

At just before midnight, Sally, feeling brave because of the booze said, with a slight slur to her voice, “So. How come when we were cuddling this morning, we didn’t get a birthday kiss out of you, then? I really wanted to feel your tongue in my mouth!”

“Sally! You’re such a…. I don’t know, but you are! I know. A brazen hussy!” blurted Betty.

“Oh, come on. You know that you wanted to as well!”

“Yes, you’re right, I did….do! So, how about it, Pete? Are you gonna snog us? For your birthday?”

Pete’s face was crimson with embarrassment and he knew that this was the alcohol talking. But, all the same, it was exactly what he wanted, too! “Ok. Just a snog then. Who wants to go first?”

The girls were both sitting on the large settee, whilst Pete was on an armchair. It was Sally that said, “Right, come on over here and sit between us!” Pete got up and went over to sit between them and as he sat, the girls got up in unison and knelt either side of him. “I’ll go first!” Sally stated, leaning over and gently kissing, then licking, his lips. Pete opened his mouth, allowing Sally’s tongue entrance. Their tongues entwined as Sally’s arms gently, but passionately, enfolded his head and neck. Pete’s arm went around Sally’s back, drawing her in closer to himself, the kiss seeming to go on and on.

Meanwhile, Betty looked on, her mouth, watering at the prospect of finally kissing Pete. She placed her hand on Pete’s chest, before slowly sliding it down towards his crotch area, finally feeling his growing erection with her hand and slowly, gently, stroking it, helping it towards hardness.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Sally broke off her kiss and looked across at Betty and what she was doing with her hand.

Wow, what a kiss, I thought. That was so erotic! And then I looked down and saw Betty’s hand, gently stroking Pete’s erection through his trousers and I realised that this night could have a lot more in store for us, if we played our cards right! “Mmmm, I’ve waited so long for that kiss. That was beautiful! Go on then Betty, it’s your turn now and you’re in for a treat! He’s a great kisser!”

I watched as Pete turned to Betty and she brought her face in to kiss him. She went straight in with a passionate full on kiss, delving her tongue deeply into Pete’s mouth, moving her hand away from his groin and up to his face. I took my opportunity and replaced her hand on his penis, feeling its size and hardness, stroking it softly, slowly and gently. I thought; now’s my chance, and I reached for his belt, undoing it before doing the same to his trousers and zipper. I pushed my hand into them, feeling his underpants (briefs) and then also sliding my hand into them and grasping his erection. This was something we’d both, Betty and myself, been dreaming about for such a long time. His pants were wet from the masses of pre-cum that were leaking from his tip and I started a slow stroking action on his generously proportioned manhood.

Suddenly, their kiss came to an end and Pete said, in a slightly panicked voice, “Er, look, it’s been such a long time and I’m on a very short fuse. If you carry on like that, I’m gonna blow. Hard!” He reached down and held my hand, preventing my stroking action.

“What do you suggest then”, I asked. “It’s obvious that we’re both very into you and we both want to take it further! How are we going to play it? Do you want to choose one of us or what?”

“That’s the problem. There’s no way that I could choose one of you over the other! You’re both my dream girls. I can’t choose!”

I looked at Betty and winked at her. “What do you think? Are you up for it? Both of us? I am!”

Betty looked at me, then at Pete and then back at me. “Well Pete. Are you going to show us where the bedroom is so we can ravish you?”

“Are you sure that’s what you both want? I mean, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life, but you both have to want it, too.”

“Lead us to the bedroom!” I said and he pointed at the door at the end of the lounge.

“It’s through there. Come on then!” And he led us through to a surprisingly large, ground floor bedroom, with a massive, super kingsize bed.

“Wow!” Betty said. “This is lovely!” and she turned to him and started kissing him again, pulling him to the bed where she dragged him down onto it, on his back, still kissing him from above. Whilst in this position, it was easy for me to slip his shoes and socks off and then slip his trousers and underwear down. I was amazed to see that his genital area was completely devoid of any hair. Really smooth and it felt wonderful! Whilst I was doing this, Betty was slipping his shirt off and before long he was lying there, buck naked!

I took hold of his erection, slowly bringing it to my mouth and licking all around the crown, softly and slowly. He pulled away from the kiss, looking worried. “Look, I really meant it. I haven’t had any kind of Sex for a really long time and I’m very close to Cumming!”

“Can you manage to cum more than once?” I asked.

“Oh yes, of course! I could probably manage three or four times. But I wanted to avoid any surprises!”

“Then you just lay back and enjoy it. We have all night!” And with that, I put his erection back up to my mouth. My body was shaking with my yearning for his touch and my groin was begging for relief, but for now, I had a decision to make; spit or swallow? I decided, oh what the hell? I’ve wanted this for so long, let’s make it a night to remember! And then I put the head of his penis into my mouth, pulling back the foreskin and sliding the head in and out, licking around the ridge of his glans. I heard him start to moan and groan as he got closer to his climax and glancing up, saw that they’d stopped kissing and Betty was licking his nipple. I let go of him with my hand and moved it down to his beautiful, smooth balls, cupping them and stroking them. He started to twitch in my mouth and his abdomen began to jerk. He made a loud groan, dep in his throat. I held him in my left hand as I stroked his balls with my right and then he suddenly let out a loud grunt and ejaculated a large wad into my mouth. There was far too much for me and as I swallowed the first stream, subsequent blasts shot up, over his chest. I took it back in my mouth for the last few pulses, swallowing this, too. I continued to suck, very gently, until his Orgasm subsided. I glanced up at Betty, who shrugged and bent her head down to his chest, before licking up the drops that I’d missed and also swallowing it.