I used to feel cheated

Whenever I watched the telly, and there was some drama about single Mums. Not only did they manage to attract good looking men so easily that they’d usually have to beat them off with a stick, but the blokes they ended up shagging weren't put off by their kids (and the kids never interrupted their noisy lovemaking sessions) and after a slightly awkward afternoon at the park, they’d all be one big, happy family (unless it was one of those murder stories, in which case, all of the above, but ending in bloodshed).

In RL however, us single Mum's are provided, free of charge and gratis, with a large tattoo on the forehead which says "Single mum: Keep away" and a large bell attached to an unattractive hat which tolls loudly as we lumber down the high street, to warn the men of the parish to keep away.

I've had washing machine repairmen, window cleaners, gas meter-readers, catalogue deliverymen all come to the house and behave impeccably; true gentlemen. None of my childrens' teachers fancy me and none of their friends' dads are available or, it would seem, interested in a little bit on the side.

So, where to meet men? Well, at work of course. The one place where I am more "K" than someone's mum. The one place where I can display a modicum of control, professionalism and competence, in my own right. The main problem being that I have the misfortune to work in HR for a London borough. I know that people hate HR, and they're not alone, I do too.

It's a thankless job, but someone has to mess up the interviews, get payroll details mixed up and produce handbooks with updated policies on the need to be 'age blind' when recruiting for new posts - as well as race, gender, disability, sexuality, religion, and weight blind.

And do the training.

His name is Jason and I fell for him before I even saw him - honest! I spoke to him on the phone a few times when I was setting up some problem solving training. He had a soft northern accent, which is fairly rare around here, and which I couldn't quite place until he said "book" and it came out as "boook" - Stoke-on-Trent. He also had a smile in his voice which I found infectious. He worked in the planning area of the council but was a specialist in problem solving and was coming to us on a six month secondment, to roll out the techniques he'd learnt to various areas of the organisation. I was his main point of contact.

There is one good thing about working in HR: you have contacts. As carefully as a hunter, I stalked my prey - never getting too close, never getting up-wind, always playing it cool. Well, that was the plan, in reality, I rang Katie, a woman I knew in planning, and invited her for coffee. No need to say more - she knew there was a reason as we weren't good buddies or anything, just long acquaintances. As we sat down in the canteen later that day I could see she was dying to know why I'd contacted her. I tried a little small-talk but she told me to stop messing about and cut to the chase.

"So, this guy Jason," I said, "I'm going to have to be working with him quite a bit for the next six months, and, I, just wondered, what he was like." From her face, I could tell she could read my mind as clearly as black pen on a flip-chart.

"Well, he's very good looking!" she started, grinning like a fool and checking my reaction, "and he's single".

The next day it was raining but I got up as soon as the alarm went off and made sure the kids got up early too. I dressed carefully and put on my best undies - not because I thought anyone would see them, but just because they made me feel more sexy. I always dress smart for work - unless it's dress down day - but I tried the 'soft and gentle but smart' approach that day - a knee-length summer skirt, white with a motif of large black stylised leaves and a soft, yellow cardigan and flat black shoes. I was running ten minutes early by the time I saw the kids off to the bus stop which meant I got to my desk relaxed and calm. The meeting was 9.30 and I thought that I was pretty well prepared.

I wasn't, not for what followed that morning.

As I said, I dressed smart - that was the dress code. Suits and ties were not obligatory for men, just smart casual, but many of the older men did wear suits every day. Jason though wore cargo trousers and a rumpled, casual striped shirt, open over a surfer-type t-shirt and red tennis shoes. He had a necklace of small beads, his hair was gelled and looked sun-bleached and he had a couple of days' stubble on his face. He was getting on for 6' tall and he had a lovely smile. He must have been in his mid to late 30s. As he walked through the door and scanned the office, everyone stopped what they were doing and gawped. It wasn't so much that he was a very good looking man, but more the contrast to the few men that usually came through that door.

"Hi, I'm looking for K," he said [loooking] "I'm Jason."

I sort of put my hand up and waved, as my mouth seemed not to work in its fallen-open state. I cleared my throat "Jason, hi, I'm K". I stood up and as he neared my desk, I leaned over to shake his hand, making sure I leant over a little further than necessary. Hey, if you've got them, flaunt them, and I've got them - three times a breast-feeder notwithstanding.

"Look," he said, "I specialise in getting people to think outside the box and come up with innovative solutions. What do you say we go to Costa Coffee for our meeting?"

"That sounds like a very fine idea to me," I said plucking my jacket off the coat stand before turning back to my desk and bending down to pick up my bag from the floor. "If anyone needs me, I've got my mobile," I told the others. Jason was already holding the door open for me.

We found a free table with a couple of low comfy chairs around it and put down our coffees. I was feeling light-headed as I discreetly(ish) crossed my legs opposite him. We both sat back and looked frankly at each other and laughed.

"Shall I say it?" he said, "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"I've been waiting for this moment since I first spoke to you on the phone," I replied. “and I’m not convinced that I’m not still fast asleep in bed and dreaming.”

He nodded, "I could tell you were a wonderful person from your voice, but I had no idea you'd be such a beautiful woman too. So, what was it you wanted to get out of this meeting?”

“Well, the original idea was just to touch base and lay down some ground rules for the way we’d operate over the next few months, but now I’ve seen you I guess what I want to get out of this meeting is dinner…unless you’ve got a better idea?”

So, that was my chat-up line.

Four days later, with the kids spending the weekend at their Dad’s, I invited him for a late Friday night meal at my place. We both played it steady at first; he opened the wine, I finished the cooking. He chose some music, I told him to make himself comfortable and pour two glasses. I fell into his arms and then we were kissing like there was no tomorrow. We only broke away when I smelt scorching food coming from the kitchen.

I turned off the cooker and went back in to find Jason, who was half lying on the sofa, sipping his wine. “Dinner will be a bit delayed,” I informed him, “but I think I’ll be able to keep you entertained in the meantime.” I undid the buttons on my blouse and dropped it to the floor behind me. Then in a fair imitation of Pretty Woman, I knelt in front of him, undid his trousers, eased them down, along with his pants and then took him gently in my mouth. He reached down to cup my boobs, which were nestling in their soft bra, either side of his cock as my mouth slid up and down its length. As I felt the pressure mounting, I slowed down, and started using just my tongue, slowly left and right, ratcheting up the pressure until he blew.

By this time, my nipples were hard and as sensitive as a fat girl on the first day in a new school. Being at least five years older than Jason gave me a confidence I didn’t know I had. I stood up, and pulled Jason’s hands so that he was standing too.

“Would you undo my bra for me?” I whispered in his ear, turning towards the sofa. He did, and as the clasps came undone, I leaned forward, spread my legs and eased my skirt up to show him that I was wearing stockings. Then I moved round so that I could lean over the arm of the sofa and I felt him pulling my pants down. He knelt down and started lapping at me as I spread my legs further, raising a knee up onto the arm of the sofa. He knew what he was doing and it had been so long since I’d had anyone do that I was coming in what seemed like seconds, he kept on going as orgasm numbers two and three followed soon after, then he stood up and I could feel him gently easing his length into me with his hands holding onto my hips. I pushed back onto him and he started really moving. By the end we were both grunting and panting and shouting and as he came I gripped him with my internal muscles, not wanting him to ever stop.

We didn’t get up the next day (apart from a prolonged session in the shower) until late in the afternoon, when I got some food together to keep our strength up. Later, we went out for a walk and had a cheap pizza and Chianti from my favourite local Italian before heading back for ‘dessert’.

That was a month ago and we’re still at the amazed stage. He’s not met the kids yet - to be honest, I don’t want anything to spoil things yet. I know they have to change, will change, but I’m not ready for that yet, and Jason agrees. I’ve told the kids that I’ve met someone and that they’ll meet him soon, but meanwhile, I’m quite enjoying working for the first time in years.
(K.W.A. Knickers With Attitude, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 16:31, 10 replies)

If this isn't frankenspencer having us on...
YOU GO, GIRL!
(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 16:39, closed)

Woo click
For the midweek porn!
( TGB checking Off Topic is still shit at, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 16:39, closed)

Hmmm
Semi-tastic.
( gareth_alien will be human again at, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 16:46, closed)

True
did not expect the pornage at the end.

very nice story, im a bloke, single, and would love a similar (female based though) story to be mine.

**Clickety clickety**
(Dan dan dan They tik urh jerbs!!!, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 16:47, closed)

It's been a crap day...
...but that was a great shot of happiness and optimism. Cheers.
(annexed, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 16:50, closed)

Oh. Dear. God.
I have the raging horn now. Phew!

Apart from that, good on you!
( El Lazarus is calm now, Ish,, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 19:09, closed)

Good for you
Sounds like you've had that aspect of your life on hold for a bit. I'm glad to hear you're enjoying yourself!
(Lurkaloid awarded wanking black belt on, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 20:40, closed)

*is speechless*
and jealous.
( girlinthehole, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 21:22, closed)

i popped a semi at my desk reading that
until that is i got to 'as sensitive as a fat girl on the first day in a new school"

filthy milf

:D
( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Wed 3 Sep 2008, 8:23, closed)

Doesn't sound very Frankspencer to me
but certainly worth some heavy clickage.
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Wed 3 Sep 2008, 12:02, closed)