Just trying out my first fictional story. Any things that happened or having a similar encounter is purely coincidental. I'll have no relation to any consequences if anything happens or if suddenly an invisible hand touches your neck from behind.
Do I did well, please let me know. Similarly if it sucks let me know I'll discontinue it immediately.
It was another overtime at work. Fuck. It has been a long two weeks of continuous overtime and weekend burns. If this keeps up I'll going to have a major burnout. I'm so looking forward to the weekend (cross fingers) with no call back for work. Seriously I need a break. Why am I always the only one who stays back where everyone disappears when the clock strikes 6:30pm. It's so unfair. Perhaps its just my stupid philosophy of needing to finish everything fast or is it the perfectionist side that's stopping me from going home on time?
I'm working in an old yet established firm doing accounts, set in a really old factory space near Genting area. Surrounding me are all similar factories. But there was always this area on my opposite building with the lights on almost every late night. A yellowish light amidst a translucent curtain against a tinted glass, same level as me. I could see what's opposite sometimes though its almost opaque. Its weird that the only light you see is only the small room. Everytime I can see a female silhouette moving around.
I know that company. I had some friends there as the industry is small. It was quite a small setup of 6 people. We do go out for lunch or teabreak.
Thinking it was nothing much I went back to my work until I saw the silhouette undressing. Though its only a silhouette, it was seductive.
Thinking with the other brain, I've thought. Yes, maybe I should get myself a good binoculars to peep. At the very thought of it made me hard. Perhaps working late is not considered bad after all.
Now I had an aim for the weekend already. Binoculars shopping time. Hur hur, I giggled to myself as I went back to work and left an hour later.
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Days with Jean.
Sequel to What are words. The story of Jean.
http://sbfjust.rocks/showthread.php?t=313013
What are words.
Love hurts. Sacrifices only for the sake of love.
http://sbfjust.rocks/showthread.php?t=310476
The Floral Top.
An unexpected sexual awakening.
http://sbfjust.rocks/showthr...11#post7560011
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