Something quick and fun with a bit of a twist in the end.
Cubemates
I overheard her talking to her friend about her new boyfriend. "He is disappointing in one aspect, he is too small to really satisfy me." At one time we dated but for purely physical reasons. "I wish he had Ben's equipment, he'd be the perfect man then."
Well, she likes my equipment; I knew I had a bit more equipment than the average but didn't consider myself well endowed. "Ben is eight thick inches of pure orgasm delight," she said. Women are just as bad as men in the kiss and tell area of relationships.
I quietly backed away from their discourse and returned to my work cube. A couple minutes later, her friend, Beth, came to my cube with a work problem she said she needed some feedback on.
Beth made sure she bent in seductive ways giving me ample views of her tight female curves. "Ben," she began, " how about you and I have lunch together someday. We don't get to chat much since we work on different parts of this project."
"Sure, Beth. Let me know what day and time works best for you. Maybe a drink after work over at the Dead Horse."
"Yeah, maybe a little house wine. This afternoon?" Beth smiled broadly as I nodded agreement.
I was sure she had a hidden agenda since I wasn't supposed to have overheard her earlier conversation. I wondered if a little house wine might lead to a little house whine later.
I wrapped up my work for the day and headed for the door. Beth stood there smiling and waiting. "You weren't trying to escape without the drink you offered?"
Beth was standing in a way that the afternoon sun was behind her accentuating her curves and casting an illuminating glow through her skirt. She had beautifully long firm legs from the angle I looked. "Not at all. I saw you head for the door and figured you'd wait here."
I offered my arm and she quickly took it. We headed across the street to the Dead Horse for the promised drink. Beth ordered her wine and I had my customary pint of stout.
At first, conversation revolved around work and our parts in the current project. One and another workmate passed by, waved, and some spoke. Being seen with a female workmate is tantamount to announcing an affair. Beth seldom visited the Dead Horse, and those times she did it was usually with three or four others.
"I guess there will be wagging tomorrow," giggled Beth. She smiled broadly and perhaps there was a hint of tease and lust in her eyes.
What she said, how she said it, and the hints in her eyes did not escape my view. I smiled and nodded, "Isn't it terrible that two work partners can't have a quick drink without rumors. Well, let them rumor away."
Beth laughed in agreement. "Ben, I think I'd like another wine and it looks like you've gone dry, too." Beth signaled for another round.
"Ben, what is about people who work together having a drink together? It's okay for you and another guy or me and another woman. Why can't we as man and woman have a drink without people talking?"
"Seems to be the natural order of things. If we worked for different companies, well, you know, no one would care. Personally, I'm pleased that we work in the same company and division."
Beth kept the conversation going in the same direction. "What do you usually do for dinner, Ben? Do you eat out or cook at home? I enjoy cooking and usually end up making enough for two or three."
I picked up on the question just as I picked up on the tone of voice and hint of tease in her eyes previously. "Beth, I accept your dinner invitation."
Beth gave me her address and instructed me to knock at 7:30 sharp. She quickly left saying, "I have a few things to get ready."
The time was about 6:15 leaving me with time for a shower and change into fresh clothing. I presumed the few things Beth needed to get ready were similar. At the appointed time exactly, I tapped on Beth's door.
