Lester and Abby's relationship is moving forward a notch

Abby was the talk of the ARC. A large bouquet of flowers was on her desk when she arrived for work and all the women were smiling enviously at her.

"You're so lucky!" Jess gushed. "I wish I had a man that loved me enough to send me flowers!"

Abby felt herself blush. Had Connor finally realised he was spending too much time away and this was his way of apologising? She had her doubts; this was not Connor's style. There was a small envelope which she assumed would contain the answer as to who had sent them to her and why, but just as she was about to open it, Connor was at her side.

"Did I forget an anniversary or your birthday or something?" he said, kissing her cheek.

"No, it's OK. I did a favour for an old friend last week – she's just sent me these as a thank you." Abby had to think on her feet; clearly these weren't from Connor then.

"Oh right. I thought I had competition!" he laughed. "I'll come find you later, I'm so close to completing this project for Philip now, it won't be long before I can finally tell you what I'm doing." Abby watched him walk away with a spring in his step and sighed. He used to get enthusiastic like that about her not so long ago.

When the group around her desk finally moved away, she was able to open the envelope. Her hands trembled but she didn't know why. Inside was a folded note and a silver key with a red ribbon looped through it. "Key to my flat; yours to use whenever." The note said. Abby's heart skipped a beat; was this from Lester? She glanced up to the window of his office and saw him stood there, watching her. He nodded and moved away. What did this mean? He was letting her use his flat if she wanted to – was he suggesting she left Connor? That was a huge development, and not one she'd been expecting at all. Could she do that?

"You need to get them in water," Jess said, interrupting Abby's thoughts. "We should put them in one of the sinks in the ladies' or something."

"Mm." Abby nodded, allowing Jess to take the bouquet and whisk it away. The key felt heavy in her hand; not because of its size but because of what it meant. She slid it into her pocket just as the anomaly alarm sounded and she had to push all other thoughts to the back of her head to focus.

##

Lester had waited anxiously for the team to return from the anomaly. He could never relax whilst they were out, fearing that one of them would not return. He'd always had that fear but never let on to any of them how concerned he was. It was their job after all and they wouldn't have it any other way. But now he had even more reason to be concerned. If he lost Abby now, he didn't know how he'd cope.

The sound of Becker's voice made him let out a sigh of relief. There was laughter too; it had been OK. He poked his head around the door of his office and saw Becker with Matt, chatting in the corridor. "Everything OK?" he said.

"Almost routine," Matt said.

"Nothing is routine about what we do!" Lester scowled, then softened. "Have your report filed by the time I go home." Matt nodded and Lester disappeared back into his office. She was safe for another day at least. He picked up his mobile and sent her a text message, "Need to see you, my office asap."

Abby was there within two minutes, smiling. She looked liked she'd been dragged through a hedge backwards but somehow she still looked amazingly beautiful. "I'm here," she purred.

"So I see." Lester looked her up and down, mentally undressing her.

"Thank you for the flowers earlier. I don't think anyone's ever bought me flowers before."

"You're welcome, pretty girls should have beautiful things." He blushed then cleared his throat. "And the other thing? Was that OK?"

"The key? I don't know what to say."

"If you just want to use it as a meeting place for us to have sex in a couple of times a week, that's fine. We can take it from there."

They both gazed longingly at each other; the same thing on their minds. It was just too risky here though. "I need to shower and change," Abby said. "I have a change of clothes in my locker, and I usually just use the showers here..."

"The flat is only a few minutes away."

Abby knew exactly what Lester was suggesting. He said he'd follow behind her after a few minutes, so Abby got her bag from her locker and told Matt she was slipping home for a little while to get properly cleaned up. He had simply nodded and said he'd call her if she was needed.

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The steam rising from the shower cubicle began to fill the room, misting up the mirror. Abby had tossed her dirty, torn clothing to the floor and was searching through the cupboards for some shower gel that didn't smell too manly. She made a mental note to stock up the cupboard with some of her own toiletries if she was going to use this place on a regular basis; people really would suspect something if she started to smell of the same deodorant as Lester.

She eventually found something that was OK and pulled the screen across, stepping into the cubicle. The water was nice and hot, the force of the jet made her skin tingle. This was much better than the shower at the ARC, which was often no more than a trickle if the showers in the men's locker rooms were being used at the same time, which they often were after an anomaly call.

For a moment, she shut off everything and just relaxed, allowing the water to cleanse her body as she slowly smothered it with the shower gel and worked it into a lather. Soon her skin was soapy and slippery and her hands slid over her body easily. She hadn't heard the door of the flat opening, and she certainly hadn't realised that the bathroom door had opened and closed.

He pulled back the screen and Abby practically leapt out of her skin before smiling. "Glad you could join me, James," she purred, admiring his naked body as he stood in the opening of the cubicle.

Without a word, Lester stepped inside and closed the screen. His mouth crushed against Abby's lips in a hungry kiss, pressing her body against the tiled wall and sliding his hands on her soapy body. His caresses were firm and determined, and drove Abby wild. She pulled on his tongue, breathing hard and tangling her arms around his body. His heavy, erect cock was between them, pressing against Abby's stomach and making its presence known – as if Abby needed a reminder!

"I've never done this before," Lester panted, nibbling on Abby's ear as her hand reached down between them to stroke his cock. "Bunking off work in the middle of the afternoon, I mean. I never even did it when I was at school."

"I'm such a bad influence on you, aren't I?" Abby said playfully.

"Yes, you have completely corrupted me!" He whimpered; Abby's fingers were curled around his shaft and moving up and down the length at a steady rhythmic pace. He pushed her against the wall harder and moved his hand between her thighs, softly stroking the fine hair there. She parted her legs for him instinctively and he grunted his appreciation, sliding his finger over her swollen clit and making her breath hitch.

"You love it!" Abby laughed, rolling her hips into his touch, encouraging him to push his finger into her slick pussy.

"I have to admit that I do," he growled back. He clamped his mouth over her nipple, and suckled for a few minutes, then began to kiss a trail down her stomach as he lowered himself to a kneeling position. He forced her thighs wider apart and plunged his tongue into her pussy, making Abby gasp out loud and wriggle in pleasure.

"That's so good!" she panted, grasping a handful of his hair as his tongue lapped her folds. He was skilled with his tongue, and the orgasm he drew out from her was intense. She whimpered and moaned, barely able to stand as he licked and sucked whilst caressing the soft flesh of her hip and arse.

As Abby began to recover, Lester stood up and kissed her, tangling his tongue against hers so that she could taste herself on him. "I want you!" he growled, grabbing her leg forcefully and pulling it up to his hip. His cock pressed against Abby's entrance, teasing her as she rubbed herself against it.

"Fuck me!" she begged.

"You're such a naughty girl, aren't you?" he laughed. "I should make you wait for using language like that!"

"But you won't." Abby gazed up at him through half closed eyes. She adjusted herself so that the tip of his cock was almost inside her.

"You're right." He sighed, sinking himself into her easily. They connected, limbs entwined. Abby felt her body clench around him, readying itself to accept his seed. He stretched her, pushing into her deep and then taking a moment to find the right angle before they began to move together. It was perfect, a union that felt right. They moved in perfect sync; her clit grinding against the base of his cock, and the sound of skin against skin merged with their soft moans and heavy breathing.

"Harder!" Abby demanded, and Lester obliged. He pinned her to the wall as he pounded into her with steady, determined strokes. She gripped onto him tightly, gasping for air as she felt another orgasm building. It took hold, engulfing her entire body and making her whimper. As that subsided, another rolled in. "James, please!" Her body was on fire, quivering and clamping around him.

With a hard thrust, Lester stilled himself inside her and exploded, his semen flooding her womb. Both let out loud moans, and then Lester thrust in again as another jet of cum released. Abby was getting her fill and her body loved it. She could feel her womb accepting it, almost drinking that beautiful sperm. He gave a third and final thrust, releasing yet more into her quivering body and then holding her tightly as he sobbed and shook.

Abby gripped onto him tightly, kissing him tenderly and whispering his name. Both of their heads were spinning, the air filled with the heavy scent of their union.

Finally, Lester withdrew his limp cock. Abby whimpered at the loss, and he kissed her softly. "Why couldn't I have met you 15 years ago?" he said wistfully.

"Because I was only 10, and this would have been illegal." Abby laughed, stroking his hair.

"We're not exactly playing by the rules anyway. I wish it could be different."

Abby felt her heart sink. "Different? We play by the rules? You don't want to continue this?"

"That's not what I'm saying, Abby!" He held her hand tightly. "It's complicated, I'm married, I have children, I'm your boss... I want to be with you all the time, but..."

Abby put her finger on his lips. "Shh. It doesn't matter. We'll be together as much as we can and we'll make the most the time we have. It's not the perfect relationship I want to be having, but these are the cards we've been dealt with and we either accept them and carry on, or end it."

Lester bit down on his bottom lip. He was torn between his commitments and responsibilities, and the young woman he was slowly falling in love with. He watched her slip out of the shower and wrap a towel around herself to get dry. She was amazing and there was a part of him that still couldn't quite believe this was happening. It was getting harder and harder to return to his loveless marriage, and sooner or later he was going to have to make some tough decisions. Abby was being so understanding about the situation for the moment, but for how much longer?