**My very first erotic story, hope you all enjoy!**
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"Time for your evaluation!" Still lost in thought from my various morning tasks, I had barely noticed my co-worker's approach. These peer evaluations had been going on for several days, each one had been as tedious as the last. But the company was certain it was going to make a difference, and who I was I to argue? My opinion on the evaluation project improved greatly as I saw who my next evaluator was. Kelly, an athletic blonde that worked a couple cubicles down, walked gracefully up beside me. "Nah, that's ok, I'll stand." She murmured, as I slid my chair over to make room for her chair in the narrow cubicle. Her eyes were locked on the evaluation clipboard.
"Alrighty." I gave my usual replay. As she drew near I couldn't help but let my eyes wander over her body. She wore nylons today. God I loved nylons. I had seen her plenty of times around the office, even had had the courage to strike up a conversation from time to time. But usually I would just sneak looks when she walked past or turned around, my cock instantly hard at the sight of her nylons stretching up to her perfect ass. But she was easily the hottest woman at work, shoulder length blonde hair, 5'11", athletic but slim, with incredible legs, she was the wet dream of every guy who saw her. And I knew I had no chance. Didn't stop me from looking though.
As my eyes followed the contours of her legs, I heard her clear her throat. I tore my eyes from the lovely sight, only to see she had caught me looking. I instantly turned red. I began to stumble an apology, but she cut me off.
"See something you like?" She smiled and laughed, her light tone easing my tension (although not my red face).
I returned the smile, my face burning. "Sorry, I... um, you look very nice today." It was the only thing I could think of to say that could excuse my staring.
She nodded. "Mmhmm." She replied, still smiling, and for a moment she gave me a look I couldn't identify. It was almost... Appraising. But it was gone before I even could fully say it was there.
She looked down at her perfect legs, stretching them out before her in a way that seemed almost childlike, but at the same time made my heart miss a beat.
"It's not really fair I guess." She said, still examining her incredible legs. "If I really didn't want stares I guess I should start wearing pants. But what fun would that be?" She giggled, from our few conversations she had struck me as a pretty serious person, and this was the first time I'd heard her make any sound that wasn't just a casual laugh.
She looked back up at me, and bit her lip a little."You know what? Maybe I will sit down." She turned and grabbed a chair from a nearby bay, rolling it over so it was to my right and just a little behind me so she didn't get in my way as I worked. She sat down, and after she had found a comfortable position in the large office chair, slowly crossed her nyloned legs, swinging one casually over the other. Her skirt rode up a little as she crossed those oh so gorgeous legs, and I could just make out the garter belt that held them up. I imagined running my hand up that beautiful thigh, and suddenly my cock was pushing against the inside of my jeans so hard I thought I might hurt myself.
For the next few minutes it took all the concentration in the world to focus on my work. Part of the evaluation was to pretend the other person wasn't there, and to just go about ones usual business, something that was a little difficult when a gorgeous woman is right beside you watching your every move.
The sex bomb next to me observed casually, from time to time making a quick note on the evaluation form. After awhile she began running her fingertips lightly over the side of her thigh, her eyes still locked on the clipboard.
Unable to suppress the urge to sneak a look any longer, I gave a sideways glance. The one hand kept at it, the fingers lightly running over the smooth nylon of her stocking. The other held her pen to her lips, where she was lightly chewing on the end.
Was she just sitting casually? Or was she teasing me? The thought of this blonde bombshell teasing me on purpose was stoking my fire even more.
I swallowed, and was about to force some small talk when she dropped her pen. "Dammit." She muttered, then bent to pick it up, giving me a perfect view down the top of her blouse. She leaned over her still crossed legs, giving me a perfect view of all I had been lusting after in secret all these months.
This time I just couldn't help it, I stared openly at the impressive cleavage pressing into her leg, and I felt my mouth go dry. In my mind's eye I was tearing her blouse open on the spot.
Still leaning over, her eyes came up to meet mine. There was an aura of wicked fun in them, and now there was no question as to whether or not she was teasing me. The question that filled my mind now was whether or not she would stop at teasing.
"Got it." She breathed, her voice a husky whisper. She leaned back, and instantly returned the pen to her mouth, nibbling it lightly, all the while her eyes still locked on mine.
Unable to break her gaze, I started as a little beep sounded from my desk, indicating it was time for lunch.
"Well, guess we should pick this up again in an hour." Kelly's voice had returned to its usual serious tone as she rose, and she pulled her skirt down as she moved to return her chair.
