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William, Mary and Percy

Four short stories by Adam Mann

© Copyright Adam Mann, 2017

Adam Mann asserts his rights as the author of this story.

This short story was originally published as William, Mary and Percy, the first in the series, under ISBN: 9781370291182

Table of Contents:

Passion in the Office

South Asian Adventure

The Third Stage, Karachi, Pakistan

Border War, Fleeing to Safety.

ISBN for this box set: 9781370225323

Passion in the Office

Mary was a redhead, and a single mother, I learned this from the HR files. I also remembered that she was now twenty five as I had been part of the interviewing panel two years ago. In the office in which we worked she was the Cashier, and a very good one, as being the Accountant in that same office myself I knew I could rely on her to bring me very precise and accurate statements of the rents collected from the various properties that the company owned, and the unpaid rents.

She had cut her hair quite short and dyed it a bit, as was the fashion in those days, I suppose a victim of the times as her red hair was actually auburn and would have been gorgeous with long flowing locks, but never mind.

Earlier in the week the managing director announced that the company had been “taken over” by a bigger property company. We were all naturally concerned about whom we would be working for next week, or indeed if we would be working at all.

We, Mary and I, were asked to produce a financial report on various properties for the new company, so that involved both if us having to put in some extra hours – overtime it’s called – to get the report ready.

On the second evening Mary and I were the last to leave the office, and it was dark outside.

“I’m hungry, can we go and eat?” I pleaded.

“Good idea,” she agreed.

We decided to find some food, not really a date, but just something to eat together. I was keen on the new Italian restaurant, but Mary told me she preferred Indian food, and took me to another restaurant just a few yards along from the new gleaming Italian shop, to a dark window with a door leading into room full of small tables each neatly spread with a white cloth, and polished cutlery.

The proprietor wearing a turban greeted us full of bows and smiles, and we appeared to be the only customers, but they were open all day and had many customers at other times, I learned. The Indian waiters were all dressed in smart white coats buttoned to the chin with gold colour clips.

I do like Indian food especially as I had lived and worked in India, and realized that each region had its own specialties. I have no idea why I had never been to this restaurant before as my office was only a few hundred yards away.

I cannot remember what we ordered but it was very good, and left our mouths tingling, and we each had a beer to go with it.

As we paid the bill and left the restaurant it was close to ten o’clock and Mary asked me;

“It’s dark now, can you walk with me to my flat, please?”

Her flat was about a quarter of a mile away, and was in one of those old tall Victorian buildings that had recently been converted. The planning regulations forbid developers to change the frontage of the building, but they could completely gut and rebuild behind that frontage, with the result that some floors divided some of the ornate stone windows in the old buildings, and so in that way the developer could add one or two extra floors.

“Come and meet my Mum?” Mary invited me, and I followed her into the building. The developers had put in a small lift, and she pressed the button for the fourth floor.

The front door of her flat was close to the lift gate, but I forget the number, and she opened the door calling;

“Mum, come and meet William.”

Mary’s Mum was an older image of Mary, and she said hello and went to get us all tea.

“Take a chair,” said Mary and switched on the television, “the bathroom’s over there,” she added, “if you need it.”

The tea came and was good after the residual taste of the Indian food we had just eaten. We chatted for a bit, mainly about the “Take over” and speculated about our future jobs. Mary’s Mum said goodnight as we finished the last of the tea and went to a room at the back of the flat.

I was a bit puzzled as there was no mention of a child, Mary’s child, but I did not ask. We avoided talking about the takeover, and were both uncertain about how it would affect us.

“Would you like to stay here tonight?” Mary suddenly asked, “As it’s getting rather late for you to go home?”

I’m not sure what I said, so she prompted me by saying; “Let me show you the room.”

She took me the door I could see, probably next to her Mum’s room. There were two beds, one single and one small double.

“You can have that one,” she smiled pointing to the larger of the two beds.

“That’s kind of you, but I didn’t bring any overnight clothes with me,” was my lame excuse, which she ignored.

She went out closing the door, and I began to take off my clothes. I looked at the larger bed which had a duvet under the covering blanket, and began to get undressed. I looked outside and then nipped across to the bathroom. I came back and stripped down to my boxer shorts, and got into the bed.

I had forgotten to turn off the lights but Mary came back into the room wearing just a nightgown, turned off the lights and got into the smaller bed.

We said goodnight, but about half an hour later I felt Mary climbing into the other side of the larger bed with me in it!

She had to touch me as the bed was too small not to, and I noticed the soft fabric of her nightgown as she snuggled up to me, and put her arms around me.

I turned to face her, and she kissed my chin. She smelt very feminine, without using any discernible perfume.

I put my arm on her waist, and then up to her back.

I was a bit startled as the back of her bra felt like canvas webbing through the soft nightie, but she snuggled up me again without saying a word.

I moved my hand to her bottom and found another canvas garment there, which was like a pair of knickers made from thick denim material.

“That’s my chastity belt,” she whispered, “Go to sleep,” she commanded.

“The trouble is that you’ve woken up Percy,” I complained.

“Percy?” she was startled, and I could sense her looking at me in the darkness.

I laughed.

“The one eyed monster,” and she laughed, and reached down between us to feel Percy.

“Here,” she said and took a condom from under the pillow.

I laughed again.

“Take your boxers off,” she commanded, so I did.

“Let me help you,” as she took the condom out of its foil wrapping.

Percy was wide awake by now and ready for action, even wearing a raincoat.

I felt for Mary’s knickers, but in the half light I felt her shaking her head.

She wriggled under me, and made sure that Percy was touching her stomach through the soft fabric of her nightie.

She used her hands to excite Percy, who didn’t want to wait probably because he’s been a bit inactive recently, and then Mary held me tight as she felt him reaching a climax, and I groaned I must admit still holding her tight.

We both went to sleep. I wasn’t really disappointed as I had never dated Mary. She was just another girl in the office. The auburn hair might have helped but she’d cut it off, although I have avoided office romances.

I felt Mary moving in the bedroom about five in the morning. She went to the bathroom, and I noticed that the used condom had been taken off Percy.

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