Boss Spies on Smoking Katie

Thirty year old Katie from Cardiff was happy working for the council and was good at her job and was pleased when her boss told her she had been selected to help out preparing information for the end of the financial year.

She was going to start the following Monday and work with an accountant in his offices. It was thought that it would take two weeks to get the work completed.

Here is Katie's account of how it went.

The morning of my placement I dressed in my normal smart office clothes, black skirt, white blouse, red lacy undies, stockings and high heels. I put on my make up including the cherry red lipstick I like to wear. I grabbed my cigarettes and lighter and jumped into my black Honda Civic and drove the 3 or 4 miles to the office.

The accountant I was to work with was Roger. I found the office and tapped on the door and walked in. Roger stood up from his desk and came over and we shook hands. We had a couple of minutes of small talk and then I settled down to work. It was fairly straight forward figure work and I soon got into it.

Roger seemed nice, I guess early 50s, a full head of slightly greying hair and medium build.

We both worked away for an hour or so when he suggested a coffee break. I agreed and we drank our coffees and generally chatted.

When we had finished I asked if it was OK to go outside for a cigarette.

He said, 'Oh I didn't realise you smoked, yes, of course, that's fine, go out the back door it leads to the car park.'

I went outside and put one of my cigarettes between my lips, got my pink lighter, lit the cigarette and took a deep inhale and then blew the smoke back out. This first inhale felt so good. I glanced round the car park and noticed a CCTV camera scanning the area. I thought how good the security was.

After a short while as I enjoyed my cigarette I noticed that the camera had stopped moving and was almost pointing directly at me. I thought it odd but then my mind went elsewhere. I strolled up and down in the morning sunshine and when I glanced up at the camera again it was pointing at me. Surely nobody was watching me. I then realised that as this was my first morning here whoever controlled the camera didn't know me and was keeping an eye on me.

I finished my cigarette and went back to the office. Roger asked if I enjoyed my cigarette and then started asking me lots of questions about my smoking habits. It seemed rather unusual as he asked me when I started smoking, what cigarettes I smoked, how many I smoked a day and if my husband liked watching me when I smoked.

This last question I found really strange and then he said, 'I like watching pretty females smoke particularly if they are wearing lipstick. I love seeing the smoke blow out through their lipstick coated lips.'

I was quite shocked when he said this, although I have to admit slightly excited as I know it turns my hubby Peter on watching me smoke.

I happily answered him but didn't tell him I started smoking as a teenager and as a schoolgirl enjoyed putting on a smoking show for a neighbour, amazingly also called Roger.

I carried on with my work but in the back of my mind were all the questions Roger kept asking me. If I was feeling horny, smoking quite often increased those feelings. Soon it was lunchtime and as we had quite a lot of work to do I decided to have a sandwich at my desk. I also realised I wanted another cigarette and before I realised what I was doing I found herself putting more lipstick on.

I asked Roger, 'Is it OK for me to pop out for a cigarette.'

'Of course,' he replied, 'it's a nice day, I'll join you.'

We both walked out into the sunshine.

I took out a cigarette and parted my red lips slightly and placed it between them. As I got my lighter, Roger took it out of my hand and said, 'Here let me.'

He flicked the lighter and held the flame to the tip of the cigarette. I took a really long deep inhale, turned my head slightly and blew out a long plume of white smoke.

I noticed that Roger İstanbul Escort couldn't take his eyes off me as I smoked. Whenever I put the cigarette between my lips he stared at my lips until I had fully exhaled. I noticed that whenever I exhaled Roger took a deep breath and appeared to breath in my exhaled smoke. I thought that the look on his face was almost identical to the one that my husband had whenever he watched me smoking and being chatted up outside a bar or club.

As I finished smoking Roger asked what colour lipstick I wore. When I told him it was cherry red he replied, 'I love the taste of cherries.'

We went back in and worked for the rest of the afternoon. I realised that although I had only known Roger for a few hours I realised that I had enjoyed the mild flirting he had been doing.

It was soon time to go home and I tidied the desk and turned off the computer. I once again put some more lipstick on and said, 'I'm off now, I'll just have a last cigarette before I go home.'

I went outside and lit my cigarette. I saw that the CCTV was pointing at me. I was now certain that it was Roger who was looking at me. I leaned back against the wall and enjoyed my cigarette. Each time I exhaled I stared directly into the camera and blew the long plume of white smoke directly towards the camera.

I jumped into my black Honda Civic and drove home. I was of course totally unaware that back in the office Roger was still at his desk. However he had his trousers and underpants round his ankles while his right hand was clamped tightly round his erect cock as he slowly rubbed himself while he watched me smoking. As he got harder and more excited he couldn't take his eyes of my lovely cherry red lips inhaling and exhaling my cigarette smoke. His orgasm was getting nearer and he sped up his wanking until he shot spurt after spurt of hot spunk out of his hard cock just as I was exhaling yet another plume of white smoke through my sexy cherry red lips.

I spent the evening watching TV with my husband Peter. My mind kept going back to the day at work and especially my smoking. The more I thought about it the wetter I got between her legs. I cuddled up next to Peter and let him know I wanted sex. I also wanted some role play.

When I suggest role play it always means I have something in mind. Tonight I was going to dress as a 13 year old schoolgirl and seduce Peter who pretended to be my neighbour. What Peter didn't know was that I was going to act out something that had actually happened to me when she was a schoolgirl and I smoked sexily in front of my neighbour while he wanked himself off.

Peter was in bed when I walked into the bedroom. I was wearing a very short skirt which showed my suspenders holding up my stockings. My white panties were definitely the sort schoolgirls would wear and they definitely concealed the fact that my pussy was shaved. My white blouse had a few buttons undone and my 34dd tits bulged over the top of my white bra. The red cherry lipstick and blusher transformed me into the very naughty schoolgirl I wanted to be. Finally I put my shoulder length blonde hair into bunches.

I walked in on my high heels smoking my Lambert