Laura Beth. Almost sounds like a name from the television show The Walton's. Besides having been named with some humor as I assume her parents must have had, she could make my heart start beating into my throat and yet have me feeling like I had no heart beat at the same time. Laura always stood in a way while listening to me talk that would stick in my mind whenever I tried to fall asleep. She would have one hip higher than the other. With the light material pants she wore I could easily define what type of underwear she chose for the day. Some days the sure lines of the bikini were present. As other days I couldn't make out any line as I assumed that entailed a thong! Leaning towards me with her upper half of her body I would get a glance of cleavage here and there. Her wonderful 34 B's. Perky as she usually had a shirt that had some kind of low cut. She'd smile, as she acted like she enjoyed our personal little chats. From time to time I often wondered her standing this way if she was toying with me to see my reaction to her perfect depth that shaped the space in-between her breasts and the sudden heightened definition of her hips and buns. Thin, blond with blue eyes. Her chin was well defined. Her shoulders giving off just the right defines between them and her chest. Her arms being petite.
There she stood in front of me asking some questions. Like she knew I was standing there in the starting stage of my boxers becoming tighter. She often seemed to take a glance that was nowhere near my face. Was she looking to see where I was standing? Maybe I forgot to zip up after the last bathroom trip. There she took another look. After that look I knew what she was thinking. Or at least what she was looking at. I knew she had caught onto me knowing what she was glancing at as she blushed just the slightest. But didn't leave. Instead we began chatting about how men and women react to each other. "WHAT" I thought to myself. "Is this really happening?" While looking around the work place, I began thinking we should really be talking about this were it could lead to more if it need be!
"Maybe we should continue this chat over lunch. Does that sound good?" I asked.
"I think you have the right questions for the right answers there Mr.!" she replied with a smile I will never forget. As if she was saying with that smile "finally, he has asked me!"
There we are. Sitting at a table outside the restaurant just couple blocks down from the office. We begin our conversation were we had left off. "For women I think it's obvious she is attracted to someone. Maybe not to guys who think everything's translated in words! I think for women it's the little signs. What's your take on it?" Laura asks as I see her nipping through her shirt. Must be colder than what I think it is I think to myself.
"Well I am a guy! Most guys think, I would say, she might say something. Maybe start hanging around a certain someone. Maybe even strike up a conversation to see his response. Maybe start looking at that person and taking in his looks. Maybe even in a little more way!" I say and not believing I am even having this conversation outside of the realm of sleep.
She gives me that smile again as I can see full definition of her perfect erected nipples. Can I hold myself in without the whole block noticing this hard on was the thought going through my head?
With a few silent moments between us, I couldn't take it anymore. "Laura, how long have we known each other now?"
"It's been two years and four months!" she replies.
"Ok, I would have said two and a half years. Guess I don't have it counted as accurate as some people!" I say.
She now is sitting there with her legs crossed and hands tangled together on her knees bending forward showing me even more lines of cleavage.
"How come we have never really took this... Well, this obvious attraction further than what we have?" I ask.
"Well, I guess some people don't pick up on the clues as fast as others!" She replies while giving me that smile and little twinkle in her eyes.
"I picked up on it. I just thought you had better interests I guess!" Stupid, stupid, stupid was my thoughts after this statement.
"What are you doing tonight? Have any plans? Let's get a movie and watch it at your place. My place will have the roommates around." She states.
"Sounds like a plan! You want to pick up the movie and I'll make sure to have some type of dinner ready for us?" I ask.