Flashback – The Shittest Day Ever

Recently I came across a USB in my desk drawer that had a whole bunch of things on it I had written. Some of it had been published on Erotic Adventures and some possibly on Literotica. I am slowly working my way through it, dusting off some of the stories and publishing them here.


Thursday was the shittest day. Emma couldn’t remember the last time she had such a shit day. It was the end of the financial year so all of the finance team were already stressed. Then, the server crashed. Reporting and finalising of  accounts ground to a halt. The air in the office was thick with stress. All of Emma’s team congregated in the lunch room trying to keep out of the way of the Financial Controller who was pacing around in between terse phone calls to the IT department.

Finally at around three pm everything was up and running. Everything had to be closed out before anyone was allowed to go home. It didn’t matter that it was Friday. It definitely didn’t matter that Emma’s best friend had organised drinks, followed by dinner to celebrate their birthday. No one was going home until everything was finalised.

Emma worked frantically. She desperately wanted to finish so she could go and join her friends. But there was still hours of data to work through. Around four the texts started coming,

Are you coming out, it is going to be a great night!

You should get down here we are going to have a blinder!

And so on. Eventually Emma turned her phone off. Not being able to go join the drunken party was just making her day worse. Sometime around six pm she the numbers on the screen were blurring together. Emma had mostly finished her part of the rollover but there were a few more little things to check authorise. The frustration of missing her friend’s birthday and trying to rush a day’s work into a few hours was overwhelming. Numbers on the screen in front of her blurred. She decided to get a few moments of fresh air before running her final check.

Quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone from their stressed, hurried work she took herself quietly out of the office and up the fire escape stairs. A few moments of outside air on the rooftop balcony was all she was seeking.  Her hands were shaking as she gripped the railing around the rooftop balcony. For a few blissful moments she stood looking at the street below and the lights of the cars hurrying past on their way home. She sucked deep breaths into her body, forcibly blocking out the thoughts of work. It worked a little, the stress started to drain out of her body.

Behind her a door opened shattering her moment of sanity. Footsteps crunched on the concrete behind her. Emma’s knuckles whitened as she gripped the railing and continued to breathe deeply desperately hanging on to the calm that she had found inside herself. She resisted the temptation to turn and see who it was until they were standing beside her. Only when she sensed a body beside her did she turn her head slightly. A sense of relief twisted through her as she recognised Tim, one of the sales managers. He wasn’t part of her team and was excused from her hellish day. His day had probably been all sunshine and lunches with clients. Emma felt a stab of jealousy before she reminded herself that he was also still at work at 6pm. Maybe he wasn’t part of her hell, but he was likely part of his own.

Maybe it was the insanity of the situation, maybe it was the stress she thought she had banished, but as she looked at his tall lean body a burning desire to be bent over the railing and have the life fucked out of her took over.

“I heard you guys are having a shit day,” he commented quietly as he leaned against the balcony railing.

“Yep it is a ripper,” she replied. They stood for a moment watching the traffic. A million things raced through Emma’s head but she couldn’t bring herself to say any of them. Emma knew she should already be back at her desk but she dallied for a moment longer. Tim didn’t say any more to her, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.  Disappointed Emma squared her shoulders, bracing herself before she went back into the onslaught.  “I better get back,” she muttered from the corner of her mouth. She decided not to flirt. Being rejected would just make this day even more shit and she had more than enough of that.

As she took her first steps the heel of her shoe caught in a crack in the concrete and she found herself lying on the ground looking up at a startled Tim.

“Are you OK?” he asked as he bent over her.

It was all too much, Emma burst into tears. As she lay on the concrete howling it seemed like the day couldn’t possibly get any worse. Of all the people to fall over in front of and to top it off she felt her ankle swelling already.  Tim hovered around looking nervous and uncertain. His flapping irritated Emma enough to make her pull herself together.

“Are you OK?” he asked again. A deep furrow formed in the middle of his forehead.

Emma took a deep breath, “I think I will be OK. My ankle hurts like hell though.”

Tim reached down and carefully felt her ankle. “Yep that isn’t going to tickle tomorrow. You should get some ice on it straight away.” Thoughts of the reports waiting to be checked crowded into her mind.

“Can you stand?” Tim was entirely focused on her ankle.

Emma stood up carefully but almost collapsed as her ankle gave way again. Tim caught her as she stumbled. His tall lean body seemed to fit around her perfectly. Was it stress induced delirium or did he hold her just a little bit too tight?

“I guess not,” she smiled wryly at him.

Tim half carried her to the first aid room where he helped her onto the bed and then fussed around looking for bandages and ice packs. Emma forgot about her throbbing ankle as he bent in front her looking for bandages in the cupboard. The fabric of his trousers stretched tightly over his ass. Emma’s palms twitched with a desire to reach out and cup that perfect roundness. She wondered what it would be like to grip his naked ass as he thrust himself into her. He stood up with a bandage in his hand. As he turned around in the tiny space he fell against her. Maybe she moved her foot just a little.

“I am so sorry,” he looked a little awkward and made to move away. Emma moved her good leg around his calf and pressed her hand against his crotch.

“I am not sorry,” she looked into his eyes.

“Ummmmm what if someone walks in here?” Tim allowed himself to study Emma’s cleavage which had suddenly appeared between some opened buttons. Under Emma’s hand she felt his cock begin to harden. A small flash of triumph began to brighten the horizon of this shit, shit day. Just to make sure he knew what she wanted Emma gripped his ass firmly pushing him against her.

Suddenly his mouth was on hers. His hands were inside her blouse and she had opened his pants. Her hand wrapped around his hard cock. Tim’s eyes widened in surprise for a brief moment before they filled with a look of unbridled lust.

Emma looked up with a devilish twinkle in her eyes that showed no signs of her earlier tears. “I do believe there is a lock on the door.”

Perhaps Thursday would turn out to be not so shit after all.