For Fucks Sake

Then the familiar roar filled my office. Neil moved around, almost with a limp from how out of shape he was. The worst is, he wasn't that fat. He certainly was large, with a huge beer-belly, but not morbidly obese or anything. He just had a shitty way of walking, creating this weird limp. I hated myself for thinking down on someone, but for fuck sake that FUCKING VACUUM SHIT FUCKING SHIT!

Anyway, I locked my phone quickly and put it away, trying to focus on my lunch instead. Cass had made me some nice turkey avocado sandwiches, a recipe she had from her mother.

Then I heard this muffled voice from somewhere. I started to turn my head confused to see where it came from, only to see Neil behind me a couple of feet trying to talk to me. I couldn't hear shit.

"What?" I screamed. Neil turned and kicked the vacuum cleaner off.

"Yo, Isaac. Wanna tell me the time? I got this fucking rash, so I can't wear my watch anymore," Neil said, pointing at a rash on his wrist.

A bit baffled, I unlocked my phone without thinking. And there she was. Cassandra in a lewd pose and glimpses of her orange thong. Fuck! I turned my head and saw Neil wide-eyed staring at the picture. I quickly swiped it away, but clumsily so that I rolled to the next one where she posed with only part of her ass showing.

"Fuck, sorry about that," I said, realising I was basically showing off Cassandra to this random janitor. I finally clicked away from the photo.

"Heh, won't hear me complain. That's a nice piece of ass!"

"Hey, that's my fiancée, dude."

"Hey, meant nothing by it. You're a lucky guy, is all. It's a compliment," Neil said, holding his hands up defensively, laughing it off.

"I guess. Yeah, thanks," I muttered.

"So the clock?"

I showed him the time. Neil shrugged and wrapped it all up, heading out again. Leaving me there in my own perverted thoughts. I couldn't believe I was such a dumbass that I managed to show off my future wife like that. Even by accident. Then even swiped for another picture! I could barely imagine how it looked to Neil... I even started to wonder what Neil thought of the pictures. I knew he thought Cass was attractive, but now he had seen her in a very sexy, provocative way. Neil no doubt would stroke it later to the thought of that picture! Fuck, wait what am I thinking?

I did have that folder with a bunch of p**n that features such a theme, but all that was fantasy. I was playing with fire now, dangerously playing with a dangerous fantasy. The risks involved... I shook my head and refocused on my sandwich, trying to shove those thoughts away.

Later that day, I was walking to my car. I looked over at Neil. Usually either me or him were the last ones to leave the building. Being in management meant lots of overtime. Neil just had long hours I guess.

Neil stood smoking some cigarillo brand, coughing with each puff. I tried to guess how old he was. In his 40s perhaps? He had a pretty rough look, but I knew he was younger than he looked. He just never gave a fuck about taking care of himself. I found myself looking over at his large, stout frame, his belly protruding in front of him, his blonde hair hanging flat on his large head, and a three-day beard stubble across his chin.

I involuntarily started to imagine things. Things involving Cass and Neil. Neil staring at Cass. Neil staring at a bent-over Cass. Moving up to her. Slide his hands across her khaki-clad, juicy ass. Slipping his fingers just inside her waistband and dragging-

My train of thoughts was interrupted by Neil having a giant coughing fit as he took a long final hit from his smoke.

"You okay over there?" I said, not wanting to seem like I had been staring.

"Y- yeah! Thanks, I just AAAAAARGH HOYAH!" Neil let out one final roaring cough, spitting out phlegm. "Never start smoking, kid."

"Heh, I guess, thanks for the advice," I muttered in slight disgust, heading over to the Camry where Cass sat waiting for me.

What a contrast. Neil's death-defying cough, then Cassandra's life-inspiring beaming smile as I came over to her.

"How was the lab?" I asked as I got into the passenger seat.

"Good. Haven't you checked your phone yet?" Cass teased, somewhat impatient, starting to drive us home.

"Yeah no, I had an incident- Oh shit!" I gasped as I unlocked and checked the two latest pictures from Cass.

Cass was in a bathroom, for privacy I'd imagine, facing her reflection in a mirror. She was wearing her lab coat, her khakis, and a simple green buttoned-up blouse. "Boring late night at the Uni!"

I swiped to the next photo. Now the phone propped up on the sink, with Cassandra turned with her back to the camera, looking over her shoulder her eyes meeting the camera with a sexy stare, her lab coat hiked up so that I could see the tight khakis rolled down to her knees, with the bottom of both her dark, goosebumped cheeks on display. If I didn't know any better, she didn't wear any underwear, as it was hidden under the coat. Looking closer, I could actually see the faint hint of red thong behind through the fabric!

She even captioned it "Up for grabs!"

Before, it would've been hot. Now, it was insanely hot. That Cass stated that her ass was up for grabs! I knew she meant that she wanted me to grab her ass, but the sudden events under lunch today gave the caption extra weight.

"You like it then?" Cass asked, smiling at my obvious study of the photo.

"Fuuuck yeah! Best one yet, I think!"

"What incident by the way? Did something happen?" Cass asked.

"Erh. More of an accident, really. I was looking at your photos from the fishing trip."

"Yeah? Revisiting old memories?" Cass asked, feigning an old lady's voice.

"Fond old memories, yes. Oh yeah. Anyway, so Neil came into the office with that loud-as-shit vacuum cleaner, so I locked my phone. Neil then later asks me for the time, because he has this rash on-"

"I don't care about his rash, Isaac!" Cass complained, wanting to know where this was going.

"Completely without thinking, I opened my phone to check the time, completely forgetting about the photo being right there. So boom there it was," I finished and braced for impact.

Cass had gone silent now. Part of her was furious that her photo was shown. Another part of her knew that it was one of my kinks, though we hadn't really brought it up. And another part of her... actually liked the thought of some unattractive fat bastards catching a glimpse. It was like the whole taboo thing. Her body was reserved for me, yet here this awkward older guy had seen her.

I could see the conflict plainly written across Cass' face as she contemplated how she really felt about it. She wanted to scream at him, but she also wanted to be more open to new things. Perhaps this was a test? She shoved all those emotions away, wanting to embrace her future husband's weird mind.

"Well... he's a fan after all. That explains some of your reaction to the 'Up for grabs' caption I did then. What photo was it?" Cass asked, trying to remain calm.

"Erh, it was two actually. The first one was the one where you showed parts of your thong and ass on the boat. Then I panicked when trying to click away and I swiped to the picture just before..." I explained as we rolled up the driveway.

"My my, you are one clumsy guy," Cass said, trying to laugh it off. I smiled.

"I'll go get dinner, you just relax," I said as we went inside, trying to be on my best behavior.

"Listen, Isaac. You're good. It's all good. Just be more careful, okay?"

I quickly nodded, gave her a quick peck, and got started on said dinner.

*

As the week progressed, so did our teasing game. Tuesday morning, when I woke up I came into the bathroom to find a naked Cass getting out of the shower. Glistening from head to do, dripping from her dark locks.