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Sara felt sexy.
She looked sexy too and she knew it. She clenched her legs tightly together trying to generate some friction in her increasingly dampening crotch. She grew excited over the prospect of getting a chance to play with her new favorite toy. Sara had just returned to her desk after a meeting with her boss, a meeting that put her on a path that would change her life.
Sara wore tight brown straight legged slacks. They showed off her nicely rounded ass and emphasized her long legs. She had a salmon colored blouse which didn't do much to conceal her perfect, high c-cup breasts. The color of the top worked well with the blonde hair cut in a page boy style framing her big doe like eyes, button nose and pouty full lips.
She was ready, ready for cock.
That was the thought that flashed through her mind, its sharp, harsh consonant sound seemed to fit the way she felt. There wasn't any other way to put it anyway. It had been almost two weeks since she had discovered the treasure which had been hidden in plain view these last eight months. It was hard to believe a nebbish like Eric could be endowed with such a masterful organ but, there was no denying the log-like bulge which had firmly brushed against her beautiful round ass.
Eric was a nondescript 20 something working in accounting in the publishing house where Sara worked. She had spoken to him only a few times over the last several months and their interaction had been anything but memorable. Eric wasn't bad looking mind you, it was just nothing about him stood out (except for that bulge in his pants Sara had felt last week).
Eric wasn't especially tall (about 5' 7"), he had close cropped brown hair, a round clean shaven face with a broad flat nose and a square jaw. Eric's eyes were always hidden behind the heavy frames of the Buddy Holly like eyeglasses he wore. Eric wasn't fat, just slender without any hint on the body beneath the baggy chinos and white dress shirts which appeared to be his work uniform.
As noted, their interactions had been uneventful until two weeks ago:
Sara had found herself in the copier room on the floor at her work. She had been desperately trying to copy and collate the 30 copies of her presentation for the meeting she was holding in the next fifteen minutes. Murphy's Law meant the copier jammed. After Sara cleared the jam, the copier ran out of paper. Each little obstacle raised Sara's anxiety level getting her all the more flustered.
Eric found Sara bent over trying to hurriedly load paper into the empty paper tray. He had come in to make a few copies of receipts for the expense reports he was in the middle of processing. Eric hated his job but, it was mindless and anything but taxing which allowed Eric to partake of his true interests with vigor.
The sight greeting Eric when he entered the copier room that day was riveting to say the least, Sara's gorgeous round ass presented itself invitingly to him. It was obvious Sara was wearing a thong as her tight skirt revealed no panty lines. Eric was lost in thought as Sara abruptly slammed the tray back into place, began to move back from the machine and stumbled as her heel caught on the carpet. Sara fell backwards, bent at the waist, flailing. Eric dropped his receipts as his strong hands instinctively shot out to steady the falling woman by grasping her at the waist. Eric wasn't able to steady Sara before Sara's lovely ass had nestled up against Eric's fat, hard cock.
Sara was startled, in her rush she hadn't heard nebbish Eric walk into the room behind her. Now, here she was with what felt like an formidable specimen of a dick growing larger and throbbing pleasingly against her round firm ass. Sara instinctively wiggled her butt trying to position the behemoth along the crack of her ass. She turned around, red faced surprised to be looking deep into Eric's bespectacled eyes.
"Ohhh, Eric I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there!"
Sara stood up and twisted from Eric's grasp turning to face him in the process.
"Not a problem, you didn't see me," he offered. "You need any help?"
As Eric spoke, Sara couldn't help it as her eyes wandered down Eric's frame curious to visually confirm what she had only felt. Sara reacted to the question slowly, haltingly, as she absorbed this new previously unknown detail about her co-worker.
"Ummm... thank you Eric, no... no, I have to get to my meeting. I think I've fixed the copier but..." The words caught in her throat. "I'm late for my meeting, sorry for bumping into you!"
Eric nonplussed responded simply, "Sure thing. Whatever you need."
Sara finished making her copies, the copier collating and stapling everything making life easier but to say Sara's mind was on her presentation would be far from the truth. The short momentary contact had sent Sara into a flight of fantasy.
Things with Sara's live in boyfriend had fallen into a rut.
Gone was the initial burst of frenzied passion marking the first year or two of their relationship. They had been together for over five years and while it was a comfortable relationship and they got along well, it seemed they had become more roommates than lovers.
Sara was both disappointed and frustrated. Everything about her love life seemed too predictable and boring. Her boyfriend (Paul) wasn't bad looking, In fact Paul might be considered attractive being tall and lean but he just wasn't anything special and while he managed to make her cum when they did have infrequent sex it was almost as if Paul was following a script once they were in bed.
Of late, Sara had been succumbing to a bit of a wandering eye. She hadn't acted on anything. Sara certainly wasn't that kind of girl but Sara did notice herself looking at the men she worked with, the men Sara came across during her daily routine and appraising them, wondering what they would be like between the sheets. All too often Sara would find herself daydreaming about a person when she would have to catch herself and regain her focus.
Now, as she hurried to her meeting, Sara found herself having quite vivid daydreams about the large fleshy mass she had just discovered and she felt herself start to get a bit wet at the thought. Eric was such a geek, he really was beneath her notice but God! If what Sara felt was real, she would have to give him a second look.
Her boyfriend was certainly not under endowed but, Paul wasn't even close to the specimen Eric seemed to be carrying around in his pants.
Sara gave her presentation that day but her thoughts never wandered far from her encounter in the copier room and every time her mind did go there Sara couldn't help herself as her nipples stiffened and her pussy moistened. A new cock, a strange cock, a different cock and lastly a bigger cock, the possibilities were staggering.
Sara wasn't close to any of the other women in the office so it wasn't possible to confirm or even discuss her discovery not that Sara would've wanted to clue in anyone else to the prize she had found.
