One Long Flight (1 of 7)

His name was James, but everyone called him Jim, except for his supervisor Miss Marshal. Her name was Janet Marshal but to maintain professionalism in the work place she insisted everyone call her Miss Marshal. Jim worked in the IT department at a mid-sized company in Cleveland. His job was one of the many tech specialists however, because he’d been there a while, he was assigned the unfortunate job of reviewing the incoming e-mails for appropriateness. The company, like many companies, had an internet and e-mail policy that was “use only for business”. Jim had to review all incoming e-mails and determine if they were safe for work. It was the one part of his job that he disliked but occasionally had its perks, in the form of naughty pictures that spouses, or girlfriends, would try to send to their significant others. All of the rejected e-mails had to be reported to Miss Marshall.

Janet Marshall was 39, a few weeks away from turning 40, and she wasn’t looking forward to it. She had been working at the company for 20 years now and had worked herself up to a supervisor job. She took her job seriously, maybe a little too seriously, but she knew her job was to be a BITCH. Nobody liked having their e-mails and internet censored but, it had to be done to maintain a stable work environment and a virus free server. She knew the company expected the supervisors to maintain a “No Fraternization Policy” with her workers, so she kept everyone at arm’s length, even though it made her seem like she was stuck up.

Jim was working away in his cubicle, reading other people’s e-mails, he personally thought were none of his business, when one with a very racy picture popped up. This was an e-mail to his buddy Mark in accounting from his girlfriend Trisha also in accounting. It was a shot up her skirt, revealing she hadn’t worn panties to work today. She was obviously turned on from it. Her moistened labia were swollen and reddish, as if she had been rubbing down there for some time. Mark quickly clicked to reject that e-mail, however he took a picture of it with his phone first, so Mark would get to see it. Then another e-mail from Trisha, this picture was from the mirror in the ladies room, revealing a large pair of breasts, 38DDs with both nipples erect. She had her phone in one hand, but the other was holding them up to get the full effect of their massiveness. Then another e-mail appeared from Trish, she was bent over with her skirt pulled up showing her firm ass and a dripping wet pussy. Apparently, the photo shoot for Mark was really turning her on. Unfortunately, she wasn’t the only one turned on. Jim called down to Mark’s desk.

“Accounting Mark” he said answering his phone.

“Mark it’s Jim. Trish has been sending you some really racy pics on the company e-mail” Jim told him, trying to say it as quietly as possible yet still be heard. “I’ve got the pics from the e-mails on my phone. I’ll send them to you soon. You should call her when she gets back to her desk and remind her not to use the company e-mail”.

“Thanks Jim. I’ll call her but, I’m fairly certain she sent them to me by company e-mail because she knows you’ll see them. She has been talking about doing this for a while now. She keeps saying she wants you to have the embarrassment of walking around with a stiff dick all day”.

“Well, she has accomplished that. We’ll have to come up with a way to pay her back soon”.

Suddenly “James can you come to my office for a moment” Miss Marshal shouted from her doorway.

“Mark I gotta go, the frigid BITCH is beckoning me again. If there is anybody in this whole company that needs to get fucked it’s her. I’ll send those pics and we can talk later”.

“Later dude” Mark replied as he hung up the phone.

Jim searched his desk for a folder or a book, something he can hold over his raging hard-on. He had used this method of concealing himself all through high school. He thought to himself “I should have a designated folder for this sitting at the ready as often as I get hard at work. Luckily, he found a quarterly report that would work and make it seem like he was busy at his desk. He walked to Miss Marshals office to a round of snickers and a few chuckles, Trisha was gonna get it soon for this.

“James, please take a seat.