Whoever said the expression "All work, and no play," obviously had never worked with me.
I'm a flirt, no, make that a shameless flirt. If I know someone likes a certain perfume, I wear it. If I know a certain person likes hair worn a certain way, I'll wear it that way when they're working. If there's a way to put a provocative spin on something being said, I will.
There's a guy I've had my eye on for a while now. He's a lab tech in a small hospital and I'm one of the nursing supervisors. We give each other the naughty little smiles. We make sly, sexual comments to each other whenever possible. This has gone on long enough. It's time to see if he's serious or all talk. I decide to make my move on night when we're working.
I headed down to the lab to see what was going on while I was making my rounds. He was quite engrossed with running QC on the machines when I came in. I kind of snuck up behind him, leaned in playfully and said, "hey stranger."
He looked up, surprised at first, and smiled that sexy smile of his. "You know, you shouldn't sneak up on people like that. It's not nice."
"Well, I never claimed to be nice," I said. I then hopped up onto the counter to sit while he worked.
We talked about the usual things, coworkers, work, and a recent party we had both been to. Then I noticed his gaze was wandering from my face to my chest while he was talking. I was a little surprised, but pleased, thinking maybe this was finally going to go somewhere.
Almost out of the blue, he leans in close and says, "what if I touched your tits right now?"
I couldn't tell if he was serious or just playing like he usually does. Approaching his question as if it were a dare, I answered, "You can do whatever you like. It's not like you meant it anyway." I could feel myself getting wet as we spoke.
He stared at me contemplating what to do next, and almost without warning, he reached up with both hands and grabbed my boobs. "Nice tits," he said.
I didn't know what to say, and it was all I could do to not make a sound when he rubbed my nipples through my scrubs. And then he stopped. He sat back and looked at me, quite proud of himself, giving me a cocky smile.
"What," I said, as he continued to stare.
"Oh nothing," he said. "Just wondering if you were going to quit being a chicken shit and make a move of your own," he said.
Not being one who likes to be out done, or out dared, I felt I had to do something. I reached over and grabbed his cock with my right hand and began rubbing its length through his scrubs. I was trying to hide my total amazement as his cock hardened and I could appreciate its full length. He was HUGE. He continued looking at me stroking his cock.
