Do you ever get that feeling when you look at a woman? That hunger that builds from deep inside you. The feeling that when you even think about her skin against yours you instantly get hard and need to release some pent up hunger from deep inside you. This is what I call lust, and it is what the focal point of my most recent encounter is. Desire can bring about many interesting situations. Often we don't act on those impulses, but when we do, it can create a story that makes fantasy come to life.
The background to the situation I found myself in was simple. Ashley, a coworker of mine for about a year one day was showing me pictures of her good friend. She had always mentioned Laura in passing, but I had never seen a picture. Once I did, I realized that it was the same girl I saw at my gym every Saturday morning. Her tight black pants and crop tops that would show off her flat stomach were the things that memories are made of, especially when you are working out and need to focus. Those mornings my workout would suffer because I could never take my eyes off of her. Her eyes were a bright blue with long strawberry blonde hair reaching just past her shoulders, often put into a ponytail when she was at the gym. Ponytails just make women look even more athletic to me, and her graceful neck just added to the effect. She would be running on the treadmill and I could see beads of sweat on her lower back and back of her neck. I often thought about what it would be like to lick those beads off of her lower back as she was bent over in front of me. Her firm, round ass was tightly encased in black workout pants that just made every curve of her body stand out even more. And her breasts would bounce lightly encased in her sports bra. It was one of the sexiest things in the world to see her warm up and then slowly peel off her outer layer to reveal her flat stomach and breasts to finish her run. I never had enough courage to actually speak to her while we were there together.
November rolled around that year and my relationship had gone south. A difference of lifestyles and sex drives caused an unfortunate rift in my relationship and I decided that it was easier to continue on by myself in life. Of course, that didn't mean that I became a complete monk. My job as a salesperson meant that I was constantly out, being social and spending many mornings waking up with a throbbing cock that needed relief after a disappointing encounter the night before. When the company Holiday party rolled around I considered asking one of my female friends to come with me. That got squashed fairly quickly when Ashley told me that her date was Laura and she was newly single, having moved out of her boyfriends' place two weeks before. It was always a bit of a joke that she was my "office girlfriend", with Ashley even going so far as to put a sexy picture of the two of them together up on the border of our two cubicles. Knowing that she would be at the party, dressed in a tight dress and single made me look forward to the night with great anticipation. I went out the week before with one of my friends and bought a new shirt and tie just for the occasion, and made sure Ashley knew that I wanted to sit at whatever table they were going to.
The pre party festivities were a good indication of how the evening was going to proceed, with most of the guys getting well into their drinking and the women all looking incredible. I always have had a thing for women in office outfits like tight business suits and skirts, but then when you see the same women with formal dresses on it gives you a new appreciation for their bodies. You can also spot the ones who are just a little bit promiscuous a mile away because they are showing off whatever they want you to look at. Deep cleavage, tight asses and long stocking clad legs were all over the place, and by the time we left for the actual party I had to calm my cock down because it wanted to go after a couple of my co-workers dates. I knew though that I really wanted to see Laura before I made any sort of choice on how I was going to spend the evening. Getting to the venue we made our way to the two tables we had reserved. Ashley was already there and I was greeted to the sight of Laura when she stood up to wave us over.
My heart skipped a little when I saw her. The dress she was wearing reminded me of those loose summer dresses that I love to see women in. It was red with a nice flowing flower pattern and came down just short enough to show off her toned legs encased in white stockings. Her magnificent breasts were on display though, because the dress crossed over underneath then to create cleavage that went on for days. She was obviously wearing a black bra to match her set of stockings, and I could only visualize the black panties that I know would be underneath her loose dress. Her hair flowed over her shoulders and her eyes sparkled. I sat down across the table from her and had a hard time not staring all the way through dinner. After a few drinks and the usual presentations everyone began to mingle and I saw my opportunity, slipping into the seat beside her when Ashley headed to the bathroom. When I sat down she looked at me and smiled.
"Ashley tells me that you were one of the trainers at my gym. I thought I recognized you."
"That's me. You were part of the regular Saturday morning crowd. It was always hard to concentrate on my clients with you around." I said with a flirtatious note in my voice. I figured if this was the only night I had a chance to make an impression then I was going to make the best of it. The good thing was that she smiled when I said it.
"I'm glad somebody noticed the hard work I was putting into this body. My ex boyfriend never liked the thought of me working out for some reason."
"Then he's an idiot. You should be talking to someone who would appreciate the sweat you put into things. Obviously all of those hard hours paid off." I smiled and made sure to keep looking into her eyes instead of letting my eyes drop to the obvious areas like her long silky legs and deep cleavage. My hands tightened in my lap to keep from reaching out and stroking the smooth fabric of her dress over her shoulders and hips.
