~I'm a long time reader and first time writer. For my first submission I thought I'd try something simple and vanilla. Constructive criticism is invited.~
I'm a guy, and well like all guys I get what are most commonly referred to as, "unintentional erections". Now every guy reading this knows exactly what I'm talking about; when that gorgeous co-worker slides past you in a tight space, and her skirt clad ass slides right past your crotch, and you immediately have to find a place to sit down and calm down. It's not our fault, it just happens, and usually it goes without consequence.
That is until she notices
It was roughly 1 o' clock aka lunch hour and the whole floor was empty. I worked as what I liked to call a "sales monkey". Basically, I spent all day in a cubicle calling random people that were unfortunate enough to have put their email into the wrong survey on their way to a "free" movie, or forgot to uncheck that last box when installing that new taskbar. It was dull monotonous work for most of my co workers but I'd been blessed with a mellifluous voice that as my ex said "would be better served as a phone sex operator", so I made enough sales to keep myself in relative comfort.
My fellow sales monkeys preferred to go across the street to fast food places for lunch, but I liked to use the spare alone time to relax and think. I was so used to having the place to myself that you can imagine my surprise when I heard typing from the other row.
Feeling like Neo, I climbed up on my desk and crouched there so I was only visible from the eyes up. I almost lost my precarious perch when I saw it was none other than the office dream Serah at her desk.
Serah was every one in the office's secret crush. Her slightly wavy blonde locks framed a slim model face, highlighted by piercing blue eyes. She was of middling height, and with full 36C cup breasts, and and ass to match; I could already feel the unintentional erection stirring, and that was before she sighed, looked around; and unbuttoned enough of her shirt that I could see the lacy white bra underneath.
I was entranced. Captivated as I lost myself in those few inches of glorious cleavage. So lost was I in my reverie that I almost didn't notice her head turn; straight towards me.
"Shit." I mumbled beneath my breath, and as her gorgeous cerulean eyes widened in recognition I unceremoniously dropped to the floor and returned to my seat hoping against hope that I would be lucky enough that somehow she would assume she was imagining things and return to her work.
I never was very lucky.
I heard her three inch designer heels muffled by the carpet as she made her way to my cubicle. She moved maddeningly slowly down the row, taking her time, and I tried to no avail to will my now obviously hard cock to calm down.
"Hey Mike, I didn't know you were still here." She said with a smile, peering over the top of my cubicle.
"Yeah," I said trying my best to sound casual "just getting some last minute paper work filed." I steeled myself and looked her in the face intending to meet those bright blue eyes, but to my surprise she wasn't looking at me but instead, slightly downward. I froze like a deer in headlights when the realization hit me. She was staring dead at my crotch.
I tried to play it off, by quickly sliding my rolling chair under the desk to hide my straining arousal, but in my haste the wheel of the chair caught on the phone cord, and I tumbled out and onto the floor. I landed, if somewhat ungracefullly, on my hands and feet in an awkward leap-frog like position as she rushed in to help.
"Oh my gosh are you okay?" Serah said in a concerned tone as I got myself up.
"I'm fine." I responded, hugely embarrassed at my own clumsiness, "Nothing hurt but my pride."I laughed good naturedly and rubbed the back of my head hoping to turn the awkward moment into a jovial one but the gorgeous blonde from the next row had other ideas.
