Office Sex Series - Dwight and Angela

Dwight arrived at Angela's house on time. Punctuality was a personal habit that both he and Angela prided themselves on. She answered the door and he smiled widely as he took in her soft pink skirt and tight cream colored sweater. The sweater had tiny kittens embroidered into the hem. Angela had her hair down tonight. She smiled at him approvingly and took the small spray of yellow baby roses he had brought her.

The air in Angela's house smelled of vanilla and was fresh, in spite of the four cats that roamed about freely. She had inherited the small, ranch style house from her Aunt Claudia, who had died a few years back. Aunt Claudia had raised her when Angela's parents had joined a commune in California. They spent the days of their life in peace marches and living free love. The stern Aunt had taken pity on Angela, previously named Angel Wing by her mother, Sunshine, aka Sara Jane. She had adopted Angela as her own child. She had raised Angela with the strict Christian ethics that she herself had lived by.

The living room was casual and littered with lace doilies and pale brocade fabrics. On the walls were various Anne Geddes photographs of babies decorated as roses and lilacs. Dwight closed his eyes for a second and picked up the scent of roast beef, his favorite. He gave her the roses and a small Tupperware container of stewed beets that he had made that morning. She reached up and kisses his cheek demurely.

"Hi Monkey." Dwight said sweetly.

"Hello Possum." Angela answered. She walked towards the kitchen and Dwight followed. She placed the beets in the fridge and found a vase for the flowers. After arranging the flowers she smiled up at Dwight and went to check the roast beef.

"My favorite," Dwight smiled appreciatively, "You always cook the right things."

Angela walked up to him after closing the oven door. She stood on her tip toes and reached up giving him a soft kiss on the lips. Dwight encircled her in his arms and pulled her close.

"What are we having for dessert?" Dwight leered.

"I don't know," She responded, placing her head on his chest and reaching down slowly with her hand. She felt Dwight was a little excited and that excited her as well.

"What would you like?" she asked.

"Well, I bet you still have that chocolate sauce?" He said, hoping the answered would be true. He loved when Angela brought out the chocolate sauce.

"I was kinda hoping we could play that new game." She said and she looked up at him.

Dwight's face fell slightly, but he forced the grin back on his face and answered, "I don't know, that outfit makes me feel a little...unmanly. Are you sure that's what you want to do?"

Angela smiled back up at him and squeezed him through his slacks slightly. Dwight moaned.

"I really enjoyed it." She purred, "Can't we just do it one more time?"

"Ok," Dwight gave in, "But then we get the chocolate sauce."

Angela, having won this round, let Dwight go and led him into the dining room. The table was all set for dinner with her Aunt Claudia's Rose patterned china. Ash, her large grey tomcat sat in the middle of the table and sprawled over the plates. His tail was swishing as he saw them enter the room. Angela tsked disapprovingly and picked him up.

"Now Ash, you know mommy doesn't like when you lay there." She said sternly and placed him gently on the floor. Ash walked passed Dwight and stuck his tail and nose up snootily. Neither of them had a fondness for each other. Both had problems giving up Angela's attention for each other. Angela secretly adored it. She placed the vase of flowers in the center of the table as a centerpiece.

She went back into the living room with Dwight on her heels. She turned to look at him. He smiled down at her.

"Dwight, you go into the living room and I'll finish the meal. You can look at one of my magazine."

"Why don't you let me buy you a television, Angela?" Dwight asked, becoming tired of her Cat Fancy and Reader's Digests magazine.

"You know the outrageous things they're putting in television these days." She answered firmly. "I will not have that violence and smut in my home." Dwight shook his head and went into the living room.

He adjusted his pants as he sat down on the over-stuffed couch. The latex condom on his penis was starting to itch and pull at some pubic hairs. Dwight always wore a condom starting at the beginning of his dates with Angela and didn't take it off until he was back at home. His father had always emphasized the use of condoms to his boy. Women out there would trap you! The Schrutes were very virile and productive men. They had to be more cautious than normal men because they could impregnate a woman very easily. In spite of the fact that Dwight's parents could only have one child, it never dawned on Dwight that maybe this was not true. He put it down to poor genes on his mother's side.

One time an uncle had joked that he could impregnate a woman just by looking at her. 12 year-old Dwight had taken that literally and had avoided eye contact with any female, even his own mother, for almost 6 months before he learned through his cousin Mose that it wasn't true.
Angela called him into the dining room. He saw that she had the food laid out appropriately. The roast beef looked succulent with little pearl onions and thick brown gravy. There was also small dill potatoes and cream corn. His beets were in a little round dish near his plate. The only flaw that Angela had possessed so far was her dislike of beets.

Angela stood in front of the table like Vanna White and waved her hand over the meal. Dwight smiled and stated how beautiful her setting looked. This was a little dining ritual of theirs. Angela liked to pretend she was Martha Stewart, only without that immoral prison records.
Dwight held her chair out and seated her. He then took his chair directly across from her. Dwight started for the fork, but held back after Angela gave him a harsh look. He put his hands in prayer form and bowed his head. Angela proceeded to give Grace.

"Lord, please thank you for this wonderful food and the good company. Thank you for the good health of my cats and especially for enabling Sprinkle to cough out that hideous hairball." She said piously, "And please help the lost souls of those poor errant people that work at Dunder Mifflin who are surely destined for Hell's gates. Amen."

Dwight looked up and reached for his fork. Angela smiled tightly as he heaped food on his plate. It was the meat and potatoes that he wanted the most of. He had told Angela that a real man was a meat and potatoes guy. Since then she had always made sure to make them the core of her meals. They ate in silence for a second. Dwight interrupted his eating to comment.

"I saw Jim and Pam kissing in the hall today. Very unprofessional!" He said. "They seem to think that Dunder Mifflin is their private bedroom."

"That is very unprofessional!" Angela remarked, "I hope you reported it to Michael."

"I reported the transgression! Michael just laughed and called me a Peeping Tom." Dwight pouted, "He said that there should be more kissing in the office and that it would be a better place to work."

Angela looked disapprovingly, "That is so like of Michael. That place would become a regular Sodom and Gomorrah if he had anything to do with it."

"But, he just wants everyone to be happy, Monkey." Dwight answered in defense of Michael.
"Yes, but we must be productive as well," Angela inserted, "We can't have all kinds of tomfoolery happening in the office environment."

"Yes, dear," Dwight agreed.

They ate and conversed about the office employees throughout their meal. Angela complained about Kevin's onion breath that she could smell right over the glass partition that day. She had given him a box of Altoids and he had only taken one, saying they were too medicinal tasting for him. Dwight complained that someone had replaced his computer keyboard with one that had grass growing out of it like a chia pet. He was sure it was Jim and he complained about it vehemently to Toby. Their complaints and grievances filled up their dinner conversation.

When the meal was completed, Angela stood and walked over to Dwight. He sat in the chair and she pressed up against him. Her firm breasts, tightly bound, were near his face. He looked up at her face and she smiled back. She rubbed up against him.

"I'm going to clean up the table now. You go into the bedroom and prepare." She said and she leaned over and kissed him thoroughly. Dwight ran his arms around her and enjoyed the softness she allowed him to feel.

"Okay, Monkey." Dwight said breathlessly as she pulled back.

"And brush your teeth. You have pearl onion residue on them." Angela demanded and she started picking up the dirty plates.

Dwight stood up and walked to Angela's bedroom. It was decorated in more soft pink. No flashy bright pink colors were to be seen. It was all soft rose and blush colors that decorated the chenille bedspread, ruffled pillows and curtains. There was a bookcase with thick volumes of Jane Austen and Barbara Cartland romances. Also littered around the room were many glass and porcelain cat figurines.

Dwight went to her white oak dresser. He reached down and unlocked the combination of the state of the arts lock on the bottom drawer. It was designated the "Special" drawer and had items that many people would never believe that Angela possessed. There was a French maid's costume and others, several pink sex toys and some lubricants. Dwight pulled out a pair of cut-off blue jean shorts and a white tank top.

Dwight took off his clothes and placed his glasses carefully on the top of the dresser. He actually had very good vision, as did all Schrutes, but he liked the glasses because they gave him an air of authority. He checked placement of the latex condom, which was now snug on his penis. Angela rubbing against him had helped that. He pulled on the tight cut-off denim shorts and pulled the Tank top over his head and tucked it in. He then went into the closet and removed a pair of tan work boots that Angela kept there for this occasion. After stepping into the boots, Dwight went to the mirror and combed his hair back away from his face. He drew in his breath and puffed out his chest. He placed a rainbow pendant around his neck.

There was a small tap on the door. Dwight posed near the bed. Angela poked her head in and smiled.

"Hi There." She said flirtingly.

Dwight put his hands on his hips, puckered his lips up and said in a very lispy voice, "And, what are you doing here."

"I was looking for someone, a man, but he isn't here." She came in and he smiled slightly at her change of clothes. She had changed into a yellow baby doll nighty. Her small and firm breasts were accentuated by the cut-outs in the nipple area and Dwight could see her blond pubic hair through a cut-out in the sheer mesh panties. It took a lot of control, but he stayed in character.

"Well, I was looking for a man too, because I'm a flaming homosexual." He said flatly. He tried to swish his hand a bit, but was not very convincing.

"Oh, I don't believe you're a homosexual," she teased and walked towards him, "Maybe you just haven't found the right woman yet. What's your name?"

"Jim." Dwight blurted out.

Angela broke of character for a second, "Dwight, you can't use the name of someone we know."

"But he is the only guy I could see as being a gay," Dwight pleaded, "He is so unmanly, and I can't do Oscar."

"Pick another name." Angela demanded, raising one eyebrow in warning." Dwight surrendered.

"My name is Steve." Dwight lisped and he swished his hand against is chest.

Angela leered and reached down to feel Dwight erection. Though it had been softer during the last interaction, Angela's touch engorged the area. Dwight closed his eyes. Angela let go and walked around inspecting him.

"You know, I bet I could show you what a real man feels like." She purred.

"But, Angela If I wanted to feel what a man felt like that would make me gay wouldn't it?" Dwight again broke out of character. Angela gave him a futile look and reworded her next sentences.

"I bet I could let you feel what it's like to touch a real woman. That would make you not want men anymore." Angela said.

Dwight worked the words over in his head and decided that they would do.

"Oh, and how does a real woman feel?" He answered delicately.

"I think we are soft," she said and she took his hand and placed it on her breast. "We don't get hard, but we do get wet." She moved Dwight's hand to down to her groin and he felt her wetness. Dwight groaned and felt a slight increase in the pressure of the condom.

"Really, and tell me. What do women like in their men?" Dwight asked breathlessly. Angela reached over and pulled his talk top off, running her hands on his stomach and shoulders.

"We like them strong and virile." She answered and she pulled his head up to kiss her. Dwight felt her lips part and was lost. She backed him to the bed. He ran his hands to her breast and undid the lace string. Angela placed a knee between his legs and pressed.

"I bet if you were ever inside a woman, you would never want to be with a man again." She whispered breathlessly as he caressed between her legs and sucked on her nipples.

"But, tell me, how do I get inside of a woman?" Dwight played along, "Do I put my penis here?" He said and placed a finger in her. Angela moaned and pushed against him. Dwight lay back on the bed and Angela unzipped his shorts and pushed them down. Dwight erection stood in all its glory and Angela climbed on top thrusting herself on him and riding him hard. She rocked back and forth and threw her head forward, her silky hair brushing over Dwight's chest.

Dwight, loving this part of the role play grabbed her hips. "Oh, yes, this is nice."

Angela didn't speak but moved up and down on him as she neared climaxed. She arched her head back and closed her eyes. Dwight let the denim shorts fall to his ankles and they slid off onto the pink carpet. He grabbed the rainbow pendant, ripped it off, and threw it across the room, barely missing the orange tabby cat that watched them in fascination. Dwight then reached around and thrust into Angela.

"Tell me I'm the only one you could make love to!" Angela screamed.

"You're the only one!" Dwight answered raggedly, "The only one...Oh Monkey!"

He bucked under her until he joined her in the orgasm. They convulsed together and then Angela fell onto Dwight. She was still partially clothed in her lingerie. Dwight was totally nude.
"Oh, that was good!" Angela gasped.

"Yeah," Dwight said and held onto her warm, white skin. She didn't sweat, which was something Dwight found attractive about her. Angela didn't seem to have a sweat gland on her. He on the other hand was musky with sweat. Angela didn't seem to mind as she lay on him and exhaled.

"Monkey?" Dwight said quietly and he caressed her long blond hair.

"Yes, Possum?" Angela answered.

"Can we use the chocolate sauce next?" He asked, hoping his condom could go another round.