No matter who it is, everyone has that one person at work that is just knock out gorgeous. I'm no different and at my place of work... her name is Courtenay. She's twenty-nine years old with a body that wasn't too slender but not too big either... she was just right. With her short red hair and soft, pouty lips... Courtenay was a sight to behold. She was the kind of woman that I had no doubt many men would fuck without hesitation. I would sit at my cubicle for hours, watching her work at her own desk. As I watched her, I wondered what it would be like to wave my hand through her short hair, how that hair would smell as I kissed the back of her neck or what noises she would make when I entered her from behind. Such fantasies are normal, healthy in fact according to some professionals I've read. Even though I have a steady girlfriend who is nothing short of amazing, I couldn't help but feel aroused whenever I was around Courtenay. I also accepted the fact that it's human nature to be attracted to the opposite sex and got back to work when the moment is over.
I don't think you can blame me for being attracted to Courtenay, because not only is she a fine looking woman, but also she had personality to boot. Whenever we talked, it was easy to see that we have so much in common and have plenty to talk about. That's another fantasy many men don't talk about, the ability to be able to talk about cool stuff after sex. If men could find a woman who talked about movies or even check out sports center after making love instead of talking about love and commitment, I guarantee she'd be getting a ring big enough to skate on in less than a year. Men actually fall head over heels for the tomboy because they can hang around her like they do one of the guys and Courtenay was that kind of tomboy. She was pretty yet tough and willing to speak her mind when she had to. I found out that her tough tomboy attitude came from being raised with three brothers and no sisters, so she had no choice but to play around with the boys when growing up. It never took away from her feminine side, as she still took the time to make herself look stunning each day when she came into work. While her office attire was nice to look at, I am sure myself along with many other men looked forward to casual Fridays, when she would wear a tight pair of blue jeans that nicely showed off her cute, tight ass.
There were two reasons why Courtenay and I were never meant to be. First was my girlfriend and the other being that she had a man of her own. Everyone has these kinds of people in their lives; a member of the opposite sex they can't have but fantasize about all the time. Yet when fantasy strays into the realm of reality, it can sometimes be enough to blow your mind. My fantasy made such a bold move when I least expected it. Usually I only saw Courtenay at the office, and was a tad surprised when I got a chance to see her in a completely different environment than I was used to. This encounter occurred downtown in one of the most popular dance clubs in the city. I stood outside that club for close to an hour, freezing my ass off with a few of my friends while waiting to get inside. Usually I never have to wait outside, but with the girlfriend out of town to visit her sister for her birthday, I had promised this close friend of mine that we would wait outside to make sure we made it into has favourite place. So there I was on a cold Saturday night, waiting to get inside when I heard a familiar voice call from above.
And there she was. Waving from one of the windows and smiling at me like a princess would when look down at the little peons below. I smiled and returned the wave before resuming my conversation with my own friends. We finally made it into the club about a half hour later, shed off our winter coats and joined the huge crowd inside eagerly hoping that their body heat would thaw us out from our long wait outside. Once inside I was met halfway to the bar by Courtenay, who was a stunning sight for sore eyes. She was wearing a tight shirt with very little back to it, and a tight pair of black jeans with some boots that gave her an extra inch or two of height. I took a look around the room and casually asked where her boyfriend was. I had assumed he was probably at the bar fetching her a drink but she gave a cute grin and said that they were no longer an item, and that she kicked him to the curb for being a complete douche bag. She then took the time to ask me where my girlfriend was. I couldn't resist: I told her that my girlfriend had left town and we had broken up as well. Courtenay replied by giving me a cute smile and I took it as a sign and asked if I could buy her a drink, which she happily accepted.