I cannot say for sure what I thought the first time I saw Janet. She started work at the office, and cut her way into the place at the young age of 22. She had a big smile, blonde hair, wonderful skin, and a very nice figure (during the next 4 years, she always had a flat stomach, except when she was pregnant). It was instantly apparent that she had the largest breasts of any other woman at the office. And you know women; some were instantly a bit jealous. All you had to do, however, was to speak with her and you realized just how smart she was, as well as pretty. Great eyes that always looked at you when she spoke, and smiled at my goofy ass jokes. Then if I was to talk to her alone, which I did, I realized just how much sexuality she exuded. She seemed to be very aware of the effect that she could have on men, and used it to her advantage.
She turned every head in the office, including mine. I, however, was dating and about to be engaged. She was dating some guy in Canada, or somesuch. She told me about him, but within months she had broken it off with him. Her eye turned rapidly toward one of our barrel chested co-workers. I found out through talking to her that she preferred larger guys, the "offensive lineman" type. Somewhere along the line, against my advice, they had some sort of an encounter, and things went south fast. They did not speak for some time.
Somewhere through the years, she and I became friends. She dated several different guys, and was engaged to one, who, we all heard eventually, had a 9+ inch shaft. I know one guy at the office, Donald, who liked her, but was intimidated by the fact that he did not believe he could measure up to her current boyfriend. That guy got left, because 1) he was a loser, and 2) he apparently couldn't do much with what he had. She would often come into my room and rub my shoulders, and talk to me, and just be nice. Invariably, she would rub my shoulders, and run her gorgeous (38D or DD) tits over the back of my neck and head, just because she could. Sometimes we went to lunch together. She was a VERY sexual person. We talked about sex sometimes, and what we did and did not like. She claimed to be VERY good at giving oral sex.
We established through the years that we each found the other the most attractive member of the opposite sex at the office. The topic of sex came up on occasion between us, but that's as far as it went. She never failed to make me smile, or try to cheer me up. I was one of the first ones, if not the first, that she told when she got pregnant by Chris, her longtime boyfriend (possibly her longest relationship to date). This ended her short lived softball career, which, as it turns out, participated in just because I asked her to play. I often daydreamed about her, but never really said much to her about it. Once or twice she confessed to a few dreams about me, and I did the same.
Then one day, it all changed. She came to my office to tell me something.
"Carter," she smiled, "I am moving. To Michigan. With Chris and Andy" (her less than a year old son). "It's for a better job, at the national level"
I know my face fell when she told me. I liked having her around. I knew that she had looked for work, to provide for her son. I didn't think she'd really do it though.
"Janet, I'm sorry to see you go, and I am really going to miss you" What else could I say.
The weeks passed, and we made arrangements to spend some time together, just her and me. One day, we went to lunch. Sex eventually came up. We even got around to the topic of hot tubs.
"I don't like them," she said. "Too much water, too many things in the way." By this time we had gotten back to work, and I leaned over and whispered "You're doing it wrong. They work best for you to sit on the edge of them. and for me to kneel down, between your legs." A fire lit in her eyes right away.
I earlier had admitted that I had not received oral sex in 4 years, due to my wife's TMJ. She admitted that Chris did not give oral sex, due to a sore jaw from "highschool football"
We walked away, not knowing what we had started. She came to me 2 days later.
"We cannot talk about that anymore. I'm trying to have sex with Chris, and all I can think of is you and a hottub"
I thought "Oh yes.. WOW."
We talked a bit more, and I said, "want to have lunch today?" She agreed.
On the way back to lunch, the topic turned to sex in a hurry. I had only ever had sex with my wife, and Janet's sexuality had finally worked its way into my thick brain to the point where I saw her as a possible playmate. Or at least someone to talk to about sex more. Besides, she was leaving in two weeks. Now or never, right?
We were talking about sex, and about a mutually disliked co-worker. She said "I always wanted to have sex on Taren's work area."