The new position wasted the three day weekend, well mostly by my
stress
with the new position. Of course, the promotion was welcomed. I loved the new responsibility and thrive when counted upon. All that being said, I decided to go into the office to get a few hours of work done on the Monday holiday. The place was dark and quiet, unusual, but welcome. I fired up my computer in my closet sized office, ready to make changes in the database, which required me to lock it down, another reason why I came in with nobody here.
Much to my chagrin, the database alerted me that Nicole was logged in. I wasn't too surprised because my flaky coworkers often left their PCs running and didn't bother closing stuff down when they went home. I headed to her cubicle and surprise; she sat in her chair, ear buds in place while she typed away. She must have felt the floor vibrations, because she turned my way with her dazzling smile. Let me fill you in—Nicole is hot. She's about 5'10" (I'm 6 foot), sporting double D's easily (I'm guessing- one of my hobbies), has a slim waist, round butt, and a cute face which floods the world with sunshine when she smiles. I noticed she was without makeup, but still a natural beauty.
"Hey," she said, waving. She wore light grey T-shirt and I met her eyes with supreme willpower because that chest was being hugged tight by her shirt, highlighting the girls in an amazing display of round perfection. "I need to finish up my reports."
"Ok, I saw you logged in and was making sure you were here." She winked, which made my penis twitch with excitement.
"I'm the only one here."
I barely registered the remainder of our small talk and then I walked back to my office while she turned back to her computer. I tried to focus but was incredibly distracted. My imagination went into overdrive thinking about the two of us alone in the office. I thought of her on my desk, pants pulled down around her ankles. What would her pubic area look like? Most likely dark hair since she was a light brunette. Shaved? Neatly trimmed? Pink or brown labia? I daydreamed about her nipples and the shape. Were they huge or small? Did they pop out or stay flat? Surely they were pink due to her fair skin, but they could be light brown too. What would she taste like?
This went on the entire time I worked and soon I realized I had an erection. How could I focus on the database with a boner? I weighed my options. Could I go in the bathroom and rub one out? That might help. But taking the time defeated the purpose of going into the office to get stuff done.
I decided fetching files from the file room might help get my mind off her. Strolling the long way through the office to avoid Nicole, I entered the little room and started browsing the F's when I heard Nicole enter behind me.
"Oh hey. I need files too," she said with her perky voice. Her ear buds were still in and I heard music, but couldn't make out what it was, something with a fast beat. The aisle between the file racks was barely big enough for me, a larger guy, so when she tried to sneak by, her butt bumped against my crotch and ignited another hard on. "Sorry," she giggled. She bent over straight legged and searched for a file on the bottom shelf. I had to look. How could I not?
She wore black yoga pants that hugged her like a second skin. I saw every curve of her butt—the round sides sloping down like an upside down heart, her thong outlined in the crack—and I even caught the shape of her vulva, a voluptuous camel toe to be sure. My breath caught and I couldn't look away. She found her files and rose with them in her arms and offered me a smile. Did she realize I was staring? As she left, this time she moved by in the small aisle me face to face. Her thigh bumped my boner and her eyes met mine. She stopped, her eye brow rose, face surprised, and then she quickly turned and left. I wanted to crawl under the shelves and die. Nicole was always pleasant to me, but we never really flirted, much less acknowledged we were the opposite sex.
I slinked out of the file room and back to my office in shame only a junior high boy wearing sweatpants to school could understand. I attempted work but by now my motivation was dissipated. Nightmares of sexual harassment suites filled my imagination. I powered down the computer and rose to leave when Nicole appeared at my door.
"Hi," she said, her ear buds gone. Her eyes flicked down to my crotch and she raised an eyebrow. "You uh, still hard?"
I gulped and realized I was at half-mast. I wasn't sure what to answer however, which proved great because she continued.
"I came here straight from the gym and I get crazy horny after I work out. I shouldn't have come right to work, but now you're here." She stepped inside and closed the door. "This is the one and only time we do this. We tell no one, ever. Understood?"
