I've had a lot of jobs in my life. Unfortunately, I've bounced around, never really finding something long-term, or something I'd call a career. I did, however, have a very long stay at this one warehouse position. I was for more than a few years, which outdid anything I've had before and since. This place was enormous, and there were hundreds of people employed there. Most were your typical warehouse lot: guys, older people, lower class types, etc. However, it did have a handful of sexy women that worked there. I found myself checking them out, thinking about them, even fantasizing about them. It's hard not to do when the dress code pretty much allows them to wear whatever they want except for skirts and spaghetti string tops. I know, that eliminates a lot of sexy clothing from this place, but it allowed for pretty much anything else: very short-cut shorts, tight jeans, low-cut shirts, and even yoga pants.
This one woman in particular, let's call her...Zoe, was one amazing masterpiece of womanhood. She had the gorgeous face, sexy blue eyes, long blonde hair, a beautiful rack, great curves all the way down, and an ass that you just want to have on your face every night. As luck would have it, I ended up having to work alongside her quite frequently. The days always seemed to go great when I had her to talk to and look at while I worked. If she only knew the things I fantasized about. I had whole scenarios in my head where we'd find a corner of the building and make out, or duck into a closet and she'd suck my hard, throbbing cock until I came down her throat. I especially liked the fantasies of getting her anywhere private, peeling off her skin-tight pants and fucking her from behind.
God, nothing beat the image of my cock drilling her sopping-wet, tight, shaved pussy from behind, as I smack her perfect ass until it's red, and pull her gorgeous blond hair while she yelps in ecstasy. I'd often fantasized about blowing my load all over her back, or cover her perky tits with my seed. The thoughts of filling up her pussy or asshole with cum were especially nice. What I wouldn't do to be able to grab her tight little ass and fuck her right there in the stock racks...
It was during one of these daydreams that I must've forgotten that she was working near me, because the next thing I know, she's looking at me and I realize I'm pretty much salivating over her round ass in her tight pants. Shit...I've been caught. I decided to act casual about it and just shrug it off as being tired and needing a break or more sleep. She doesn't really buy it, but doesn't say much about catching me. Was that a slight smile I caught at the end too? I'm just imagining things and being hopeful.
As the weeks passed, we worked on and off together, and I failed to notice how flirtatious she was getting with me until someone pointed it out to me. Apparently, I'm quite oblivious to the whole getting hit on thing. Once I'm made aware, however, I can't stop noticing it myself. She has been working much close to me than usual, asking for help with this, or tips with that. There are more smiles and laughs with our basic conversations. I was enjoying the attention she was giving, and simultaneously not believing my luck. This girl was way out of my league, and I'll be the first to admit it. But I'm not just going to say no to the opportunity to be flirty with a beautiful woman.
I decided to start getting a bit bolder and more time passed, and flirted a bit back. I found excuses to touch her, making sure it seemed completely platonic and not sexual, but the feeling I felt inside when I even brushed against her made my dick twitch. I eventually grew brave enough to verbalize how I felt about her beauty, but I made it sound as much like a friendly compliment as I could, which she took with a smile. I was liking the progress I was making. It was slow, but it was definitely steady.
Some time later, I'd say probably a month or so after getting caught thinking about her sitting on my face, we ended up on a discussion topic about alternate universes and alternate versions of ourselves. We laughed and joked about the possibilities. I must not have been thinking straight, because the next thing I know, I'm blabbing away about an alternate universe where her and I are lovers and I'm fulfilling her every fantasy. I notice after a few minutes of my mindless yammering that she's no longer participating in the conversation. I stopped talking. Damn... I crossed a line. There goes all of this progress. Surprisingly, she didn't complain or have anything negative to say about the alternate us scenario. Instead, she just smiled and laughed, telling me that doesn't have to be an entirely different universe.
Naturally, I am oblivious to what she's hinting at here. So we just both laugh, and finish out the day as usual. It's not until I get home that I realize what exactly that comment entailed. Pissed off at myself, I spend that night thinking about what that could mean. Of course, I got myself all worked up and had to bust a nut thinking about how sexy she must look riding on top of me, bouncing on my rock solid dick, her tits bouncing in my face as she forces me balls deep inside of her with every bounce. Before I know it, the thought of blowing my load inside of her while I have her tits in my hands and mouth has caused me to blow my load for real, and it's one for the record books. I fell into a deep, satisfied sleep that night.
The next day, I decided I'm taking a step and seeing how she reacts to it; I'm gonna ask for her number. The only problem is, we weren't working near each other that day. I worked for hours, completely distracted by the thought of wanting to ask for her number. I have no idea how much work I've done or if it's even enough to make the day's productivity numbers. It was at lunch that I finally got to see her. We sat together at the end of a table, no one else near us within earshot. So I did it. I asked for her number, deciding I wanted to take the shot. She says yes! Minutes later, I'm shooting her a text so she has mine. Nothing crazy, just a "Hello, This is Marcus. This is my number!" She laughs when she reads it. I get back a "Hey, This is Zoe : )" from her.
I'm so excited that I barely pay attention for the remainder of the day as well. I'm clocking out when I hear my phone go off. It's her. Asking where I am. I tell her I'm clocking out, heading to the parking lot in a minute. She sends back an "Okay. Watcha doing after work?" text. So I let her know I have no plans, just chilling around the place. I had to turn the phone screen off, power it back on, and double check that it was the right number when I read "Can I join you?" pop up on my screen. My heart is racing, I'm at one of those moments where I have completely forgotten how to form sentences to a woman. I manage to finally text back, "Well Yeah! Of course!"
She's already in her car and waiting when I get out to the lot and to my car. She follows me all the way home, which isn't far away, actually. After I park, she takes the spot next to mine. I watch her get out of the car, like a gorgeous model stepping out of a vehicle on a game show. I can't fucking believe this absolute goddess is about to enter my home with me. I drop my keys as I go for the lock, of course. My brain has lost all function thanks to testosterone and the blood that's already finding its way down into my dick. I do my best to just laugh it off and get it unlocked. As we're walking in, I attempt my best shot at some casual small talk.
