Jolene wasn't the knock-out type that she had been 20 years before, but she still had that mature, MILF beauty about her. A pleasant face, blonde hair, although I had wondered if it was all natural, and she carried some weight in all the right places. Not that Jolene was fat or anything like that, she just carried it well. She had that look that the boys today would not appreciate, but the older men, like myself, found extremely attractive.
Jolene was tall, around 5'9" and probably had a 38D chest, with a slimmer waist, but hips to match her breasts. I'd had a thing for her for a long time. More than a thing really. I would fuck her if I had the chance. Even though we were coworkers, I would catch myself stealing a glance or looking at her from across the room for a little longer than I should. She had this playful and flirtatious way about her.
She had been the secretary at the school I worked at for a number of years. Whenever I would solve an IT problem for her she would always say thank you, but recently, she started calling me her friend. Now we weren't what I would call "friends". We knew a lot about each other from working together for so long, but we never went out socially or anything like that.
One day, during a day with no students, she wore a tank top with a skirt that was just a little shorter than she would normally wear. Not that she never wore mini skirts or anything like that. The skirts she wore would be modest and fall just below the knees, and she almost never wore anything that would expose her shoulders, but today was different. I would stare at her from across the room. She looked up and caught me staring. Before I could turn away, she would give me a quick smile and a slight wave. I had to leave to find something else to do before I went too far.
One weekend, I had to come in to pull some network cable to install a new security camera. The work wasn't hard, but it sucked being there on the weekend. While up on the ladder, I heard a noise from down the hall. I thought that I was the only one in the building, so I went to investigate. I found Jolene in the office. She was dressed in a tank top and sports bra with a pair of athletic shorts and her hair pulled back and clipped behind her head. Definitely not the way I was used to seeing her dressed. I could not believe how sexy she looked. I stood there for a moment before she noticed me.
"Hello my friend. What are you doing here on a weekend?"
"I have to pull some cable for a new security camera."
"I hope I'm not bothering you", she said, "I just have a ton of work to get done and I thought I would come in after my workout. I didn't think anyone would be here."
"You won't bother me", I said. "There shouldn't be any service disruption for you."
"Great," she said. "Don't work too hard."
I smiled at her and turned to go back to what I was doing. As I walked out the door, I turned to sneak one last peek at her. Damn, I thought, she sure is sexy.
I continued with my task, but I couldn't get her out of my mind. I started making little mistakes. Nothing major, just the minor things that I wouldn't do if I was thinking straight.
As I was nearing the end of my task, I checked my watch and saw that I had about an hour before the game I wanted to watch started. I moved my ladder just a bit too far to safely reach the end of the cable. I went up to the very top rung of the ladder, the one the warning labels tell you not to stand on, and reached for the end. It was still just out of reach, so I leaned out a bit. Dammit, I still can't reach it. So I leaned out just a bit more. Almost there, I thought, just another two inches. I leaned just a bit more and then I grabbed the cable. Just as I grabbed the cable, I moved too far out from the ladder. The next thing I knew, I had the sensation that I was falling. "Oh shit", I thought as I fell 10 feet to the floor. I knocked over the ladder, pulled the cable down from the suspended ceiling, breaking several ceiling tiles and part of the ceiling grid.
As I lay there, I started to do a self-check. I'm not unconscious, I don't think anything's broken and I didn't hit my head. My leg does hurt, and before I could sit up, Jolene was in the doorway of the room.
"Oh my goodness!!", she exclaimed. "What happened?"
"I was dumb and didn't move the ladder when I should have," I said. "I reached too far, lost my balance, and fell. I think I'm OK. More embarrassed than anything."
"Let me look you over" she says, "just to make sure".
As she helps me sit up, she notices that my shorts were ripped and have blood on them.
"My goodness, look at your leg." I look down and cut it on something during the fall. It was more than a scratch, but not a serious cut.
"Let's get you across the hall to the nurse's office, and get you cleaned up" Jolene says. Helping me stand up, she puts my right arm around her shoulder and her left arm around my waist. I would have enjoyed her hand on my waist if my leg hadn't hurt so much.
As we make our way across the nurse's office, she helps me sit down on a cot, one of those that the kids will lay down on when they don't feel well. I straighten my legs out so that she can access the wound. "That doesn't look too bad," she said, "I don't think you'll need stitches". "I'm going to have to cut some of the fabric of your shorts away so that I can clean that cut. Don't worry, I used to be a nurse in another lifetime." After she cuts my shorts, we find out she'll need to cut away part of my boxers as well. "Go ahead," I said, "their blood stained anyway."
As she leaned in, her scent filled my nose. She has a wild, dirty scent from her recent workout. Not her normal perfume, but something more primal. I take a deep breath to get more of it. Jolene stops what she's doing and asks, "Are you OK?" "Yeah" I said. As her hands work to clean up the cut on my thigh, I can feel my cock begin to stir. Now I'm not incredibly well endowed like you see in porn films, but I do OK for myself.
As she wipes my thigh with an alcohol swab, I take a sharp breath in. Not only did the alcohol swab sting, but I got another nose-full of her scent. I must have let out a slight moan, because she looked up at me and asked if I was OK again. "Yes, it just stung a little." She kept working on my leg, cleaning up the blood and getting ready to put on the steri strips. The more she rubbed my thigh, sometimes a bit higher than others, the more my cock stirred and grew. There's no way she hasn't noticed, but she hasn't given any indication.