She was someone I had seen at work, a receptionist at the office where I work and anytime I saw her, she never failed to give me a smile.
Finally, one morning when I found myself in front of her desk, I offered, "You look nice today." And she did, a thigh length black skirt, tall spiked black leather ( or some semblance thereof) boots, and a tight fitting almost fuzzy pink sweater that barely contained her nicely formed tits.
Her smile broadened and she replied, "Thank you." as she tucked her blonde hair behind her right ear. She looked at me with her blue eyes and added "You really think so?"
Caught off guard, for I was sure she was use to hearing such compliments, the words that came out of my mouth next, showed my surprise. "Well, yeah! You ALWAYS look great!, In fact I've always wanted to ask you to play hooky from work with me."
"Seriously?" she said
"Well, yeah, I was thinking we could ditch work, grab a bottle of wine or two, and make a road trip." I said.
This statement seemed to make her a little uncomfortable, she began to blush a little, and bit her lower lip. "Let me think about that." she said, her posture visibly stiffened and she turned away.
"Talk about taking one in the gut." I thought. I swiveled around on my left foot and returned to my office. Of course I had work to do, but I couldn't stop thinking about how good she looked. Needless to say, I didn't get much work done that morning.
About time for lunch, I decided it was time to actually do some work. So I opted to get a something quick and bring it back to my desk. Heading out of my office I made it to the elevator, punched the button and waited.
Within a moment or two, I felt the presence of someone, and sure enough it was her. "Hi" I said, and she replied back "Hi.", just as the elevator arrived, so we stepped on, and punched our buttons, and it began to move.
She turned to me, reached up with her left hand touched me on the arm and asked in a low sultry voice, "Seriously?".
Taken completely by surprise, but keeping my cool, I slipped my arm around her waist, leaned in to her hear, my lips barely brushing against her ear and whispered "Yes, I'm very serious." She seemed to melt and tense up all at the same time, a little in my arm, and she let out a soft warm "mmmm hmmm".
When we parted, her eyes were half closed, like she was still savoring the moment. I know that touching her had an effect on me as well, as I was beginning to pitch a tent. Damn I hate slacks for that very reason, but this time it seemed to please her.
"I'll call you and we can work it out." I said.
"Okay"
(to be continued)
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4 comments:
ZOMG, travel report!!
Travel Report is my FAVORITE SHOW EVER.
Pass the popcorn, people :)
HEY! No fair stopping now!! LOL. Seriously, great intro, I'm very interested in reading the rest.
As a sidenote barely related to the story, it intrigues me how guys are often embarassed about their hard-ons showing. Personally, I love it when I can see a guy's interest in me visibly growing under his pants :). Even if it's a guy I don't really have an interest in, unless he is just downright gross, I will tend to feel at least a small physical reaction in myself. And if it is a guy I am into, it's like my hormones go into overload. And seriously, if I had a cock, I'd probably be wearing whatever displayed my organ most effectively all the time (if I knew what I know as a female) - guess it's the equivalent of guys and tits. Although I am kind of fascinated with those too. LOL.
punched the button Ouch! Please be more gentle with the *Buttons* please :)
She seemed to melt and tense up all at the same time
You can feel that? I often wonder if you guys can sense our physical reaction to you. Our impact upon you is more obvious ie; the tent pitching. I agree Liona, I love that knowing I've lit a fire somewhere.
A question, how long did you know her before this day?
Helen, I aim to please, maybe after the "show" you can give it a thumbs up or thumbs down. Maybe I will do one of those poll thingies.
Lionia, your point about hard-ons is interesting. Maybe it is the way we are raised or maybe, we like to keep things in check, or a least feel like we are in control to some degree. Of course if we knew more women felt that we would walk around with hard-ons, but that would get old fast me things.
Button, Sorry! how about "caressed the button."
I, and I say I instead of we (guys) because I have not compared notes with other guys, but I can even taste when kissing some women when they are turned on. It would be interesting to hear from other guys on this subject, or women :-)
And in answer to your question, I had known her about nine months.
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