Tom's reputation continued to grow within the company, with surprisingly little jealousy among his coworkers. He wasn't the first guy to fuck his way through the staff, but the difference was that they came to him and none owned him. The other guys -- especially a particular senior person in a position far above his abilities -- played the "Oh yeah baby you're the only one for me" game with each in turn before moving on to their friends, which broke more than a few hearts, caused much discord, and ended some friendships. Tom didn't pretend to any kind of exclusivity. He loved women, all women, and they sensed that difference. Everyone was getting what they wanted out of things.
Except the other guys. They knew of his reputation and groused about it, especially since none of them were any longer getting any, but there wasn't one damn thing they could do about it.
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Janet was Joanna's best friend and worked just around the corner from Tom. Not quite as striking as many, she was nonetheless pretty enough and was more outgoing than her buddy. Her medium brown hair curled around a narrow face and fell to her shoulder blades; dark brows and longish lashes accented sparkling, intelligent brown eyes. Her personality was her most notable asset; when you talked to her, you knew you had her full attention and that she really cared what you had to say. She was smart, witty, and an excellent conversationalist.
She stopped in the door of Tom's cubicle on her way past. "Are you running today?" she asked.
Tom looked up. The office campus included a small lake with a one-mile dirt path around it that he liked to use for exercise. The company thoughtfully provided showers, so he could get in a quick run at lunch and be fresh for the afternoon.
"Yep. You?" he answered.
"You bet. I have to maintain my slim, girlish figure," she said with a laugh, running her hands down her sides as if to mimic a model. "Mind if I join you?"
Tom took in hat "slim, girlish figure" with a new appreciation. Not as athletic as Joanna, Janet had a curvier shape, with nicely sized breasts above a flat stomach that in turn curved into hips wide enough to give her a true woman's body.
"Not at all. Noon-ish?"
"That works. Meet you outside the locker rooms."
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The men's and women's locker rooms were adjacent to each other in the back of the building, just off the warehouse area. She was already waiting when he came out in his running clothes. Instead of the loose shorts favored by some, Janet wore those tight ones like elite runners used in competition. Her top was just as tight, accentuating every detail of her quite excellent figure. He noticed that the fabric even made her nipples a bit more prominent.
Nice,
he thought.
They headed to the running path and chatted lightly as they jogged. Once they were warmed up, they did wind sprints that alternated slow jogging with all-out running and continued doing that for about forty minutes. He liked the way her body moved as she ran, especially the way her ass worked when he was behind her. She was a good runner and usually beat him in the sprints. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, something else he found to be a major turn-on. Functional and oh so attractive.
After their session, they headed back to the building and into their respective locker rooms to shower. He stripped out of his running clothes and got into one of the large shower stalls. He started by letting cooler water run over his head to lower his body temperature, so he didn't hear anything as Janet slipped in behind him. He jumped when she put her arms around him from behind and started soaping him up with the bottle of body wash she held.
"Wha..."
"Thought you might need some help," she said.
