I hated my job. Hated everything about it. Except one thing...Brent. He wasn't my boss, but he was higher ranking than I was. We worked together sometimes, but not often enough. He had a great sense of humor and a great smile, and I sometimes found myself getting lost in fantasy while staring at his blue eyes. We flirted a lot, but I never really knew if it was just playful banter or if he was really interested. In the #metoo era men are much more careful about their flirting, especially in the workplace. In this case it was terribly disappointing. Brent was the main reason I was leaving. Being around him was difficult at times. I wished there could be more, but I knew as long as I worked there, there never would be and the only chance for anything would be if I left. He was too much of a rule-follower to break the "no dating" rule. Although what I was interested in with Brent didn't count as dating, but a wicked fucking. I worried I was just imagining the chemistry between us. He was incredibly hot and could get any girl he wanted, while I was very average.
At 4:30 on my last day he came into my office. The air seemed to thicken. I felt my pulse rise and the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.
"I'm still sad that you're leaving me." He said with that crooked little smile. "You know I'm going to miss our chats. You're the coolest chick I've ever met."
I groaned internally. Coolest chick? People say that about their sisters.
"Well, you know we can still hang out even if I don't work here." I purred suggestively, hoping he'd get the hint.
"Oh, yea, of course! We can get lunch sometime or coffee." This was not going according to plan at all. Either he doesn't pick up on my clues or he just really doesn't like me.
"How about a drink tonight after work?" I suggested, praying that he'd say yes.
"That's a great idea!" He said enthusiastically. "We can celebrate you finally getting the hell out of here. I'll send out an e-mail to see who else wants to go!" He stood up to leave the room. Panic flared up inside me. The last thing I wanted was to go out to get drinks with everyone here. I just wanted Brent, alone.
"Brent, wait!" I jumped up from my chair and went around the desk and shut the door. "Look, I was kind of hoping you and I could go alone. You're the only person here I like anyway." I put my hand on his arm and squeezed gently. He couldn't possibly miss that cue.
"Sounds perfect." He grinned. "I'll go clock out and meet you in the parking lot."
I gathered my things and freshened up in the bathroom. I unbuttoned one more button from my shirt. My large breasts making the fabric on the shirt stretch. I'd caught Brent staring at them more than once. Not that it's unusual. When you have Double D's naturally, men stare. I took my panty hose off and at the last second took the panties off too. With any luck within a few hours I wouldn't be needing them anyway, may as well make it easier for him to slide in there. I dabbed a little perfume on and ran a brush through my hair. I wondered as the brush slid through my hair what his hands would feel like grasping my hair as he pounds me from behind. I wondered if he would spank me, call me his bad girl. I was getting horny just thinking about it. I imagined him bending me over the counter while he fucked me from behind staring at me in the mirror. I slid my hand up my skirt and touched my wet pussy. I groaned. If I didn't get fucked by Brent tonight I was going to be in a bad way. I had just began rubbing my clit when I heard a knock on the door. "Hey Josie, are you coming or what?" It was Brent! I laughed at his word choice. I was so caught up in my Brent fantasy that I nearly forgot I was meeting real Brent in the parking lot.
I opened the door and smiled at him. "I'm just finishing up." I opened the door wide and pulled him in. "Come in while I finish."
He hesitated inside the ladies room. "I...uh...really shouldn't be in here." He stammered.
"Relax!" I laughed. "The work day is over and everyone's gone but us anyway and no one is coming in here. Not yet anyway." I said the last part quietly, hoping he wouldn't hear it, but also hoping he would.
I leaned suggestively over the counter while applying some makeup. I hadn't planned on putting any on, but it seemed like a good way to show off my ass to Brent. I watched him in the mirror as his eyes drifted down. I could tell he liked what he saw. His gaze drifted back up and met mine in the mirror. There was a fire in his eyes I hadn't seen before.
I walked over to where he leaned against the wall. "Do you like what you see, Brent?" He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer.
"Are you flirting with me Josie?" His thumb moved in circles underneath my shirt.
