Isabelle
One casual tuesday at work in july. The schoolboard was getting ready to close most of its services over the summer, but the team at the office is stuck here, ensuring customer service, finalizing tasks that have been up on the back burner for a while, tidying up our desks.. Our directors had started their vacation already. In our team of 4, two girls started their shift earlier, so it was only our secretary Isabelle and I that had the same schedule. Honestly, it was always only that one half hour towards the end of the day that we were by ourselves every evening. Me, finishing up tasks that I could finally concentrate on, without the usual volume around me, and Isabelle,sighing and staring at the clock, stuck with me not being too chatty.
But today, though, I had set ourselves up for something fun, oh yes sir, indeed! I asked Isabelle to come help me with updating the chart of my key cabinets in the mechanical room. I was going to be rummaging through all of my spare keys while she checked all that's still there, or crossed off what's missing. It was going to require us being close side by side, while I talk louder and clearer than usual, as my workshop in there is next to the loud HVAC unit that works for the building.
'Yay!' she laughed, trying to make it sound interesting, as I clearly failed to do.
She got all giddy and perked up at the thought of something to do until 4 o'clock. And in the back of my mind, I welcomed the idea as well of having her close to me, without that glass wall that's always between our desks, blocking the view. Isabelle was good company to have, pleasant to talk with and, yeah, very pleasant on the eye. She knew how to bring up the team spirits, and today she sure made my day as she was wearing a cute yellow top with tiny straps with her black capri pants. Outside of her still being very pretty for a woman her age, I knew that underneath her usual conservative clothes was a body with very generous features. And she knew just what to do to plant subtle seeds in your mind and leave you wanting to see more.
Though that yellow top was certainly not taking shortcuts in showing us directly more of those said generous features. Those breasts of hers haunted my dreams more than once. Big, tanned, soft, the cleavage she was showing today was just awesome. I can easily turn off my mind about this and keep on working: I'm not one to try dirty jokes at work. And why did I ask her to come alone with me to do some pretty close contact stuff in the mechanical room, I wasn't sure. But it had to be done, and it was going to be on that day that she decided to wear this top. Oh my god...
So, come 3:30, we went in. Everybody else was gone. She followed me with her note pad and charts that I had printed, holding the pad against her chest. It was sure going to be boring and hard on the mind for the next 30 minutes with the vents just blasting next to us, but I was going to manage a few glances at her cleavage while she takes her notes.
I began with my cabinet keys. I had to go through each tiny key to give out the combination to Isabelle and see if it was still on the chart. One letter, 3 numbers. I yelled out all combinations stamped on the tiny keys to Isabelle. One letter, 3 numbers. Sometimes 4, but whatever... I felt like I was calling out bingo balls.
Every time, I peeked over to her note pad that she scribbled on. As she was standing up, she had to pretty much hold the pad against her tits. I made sure she heard what I said by peeking over, but I was just treating myself to the view of her boobs all squished up, bulging out from under her top. Geez, this is getting fun.
I carried on, shouting out letters and numbers, and Isabelle was being a good and reliable secretary. Next to her, we were now shoulder to shoulder. I looked down at her notes more and more often. She was just that short, low enough for me not to worry about catching me looking. I kept going and no one made any body language that meant that this is uncomfortable, or awkward. We stood side by side and this was going great. She really was into this, motivated , efficient and I kept complimenting her and cheering her on. I was blindly going through my keys and didn't require too much brain effort, so I started concentrating more and more on that cleavage.
Mmmmmmmm... Her fucking note pad was just putting her tits up on display, now. I got all wild and crazy when I found out I was actually growing a boner. This was starting to be a lot for me to handle. I even did a double take when I could now see hints of what must be her white lace bra inside her cleavage. I suddenly wondered what size she was. A round and mature woman such as her must have something like a healthy 40 G or something. Wow, what a view that must be in a bikini, while she works on her tan.
She stood to my right. We found out we were a little uncomfortable since I always had to have my right hand over her note pad. It was just awkward having to bring out my arm and pointing on her sheet from this close. Standing shoulder to shoulder was not doing it, so I eventually turned around to stand sideways to her, while she kept looking forward at my keys. Still as close as before, but now very close in my personal space. I kept going through my keys and without I fully realized, my voice sort of trailed off when I spoke. I know how I can get when my dirty mind activated, and I know it could easily unmask me and my intentions. I can get pretty flagrant.
Still, I could now blatantly look at her smothering that note pad into her breasts, just like 2 big marshmallows. I was picturing my hard cock now, pushing into them the same way that notepad did, just messing around with them, covering them with precum. Indeed, it was getting painful as I began running out of space in my pants. I wasn't wearing the tightest jeans today, so I could easily feel I was starting to poke out at the groin. I didn't even need to check: I knew Isabelle was the reason for this.
Having to remain this close with her to carry on with the task at hand was now becoming risky. What if I accidentally came in contact with her thigh? Her ass? And what if she noticed? I wasn't that kind of guy at the office. More like the conservative type, never really participating in the dirty jokes. Dangerous territory. I knew myself enough to know it can get ugly and a lot of things can easily be heard and judged offensive. I wouldn't want her to see me as this guy from now on... Still, she was so close to me. So close I could smell her sweet shampoo. And we had to finish this, but here I was, horny and drooling over her.
So I kept going. My hand was always on her pad now, and as we went down the chart, it was getting closer and closer to her tits. Any woman would see the obviousness and avoid it, but she made no remark, or didn't trying to move away from it.
I could now see her chest heaving when she breathed. Was she getting worked up about this, too? The whole note pad, along with my hand on it, moved to the rhythm of her breath. Oh dear, let's not get out of hand, here, I thought.
One thing I hate about my workshop is that the switch to the lights is all the way around the corner, out of sight. It happened to me more than once that somebody turns off the lights, thinking that somebody forgot to turn them off previously. So when that happens, it gets pitch black in there. You see nothing. There aren't even any lights on the HVAC units: they look all mechanical, so there's only pipes and metal. And with the motors blasting, you can't even yell out to whoever turned the lights off to let them know you're in there. It does get a little freaky: losing all your senses, you have to blindly make your way through the mechanical room and feel around with your hands, making sure you're not walking into the vents or on anything pointy or sharp.
Yep. It happened to me more than once, and what do you know, it happened again. I guess the custodian was coming in for his evening shift, making his rounds, making sure there's not too many lights on at night. We didn't even hear the door opening, then click!, turns the switch off to engulf Isabelle and I into complete darkness.
It's surprises you. I tell myself to keep calm but Isabelle became alert a little, and agitated, but not too much. I heard a clanging noise against the concrete and the soles of her high heel sandals scraping.
'Woah. Shit my note pad... Um, what's going on?' she says. 'Somebody turned the lights off?'
She never experienced it and could easily think it could be a power outage. I sense her stepping around and tries to grab me to orient herself.
'Yeah, ahah! Don't worry, Isabelle.' I said, trying to reassure her. 'it's just someone that didn't know we were in here. The switch is all the way by the door.'
'Oh. Ahah! Um, all right. Wait, where are you? Ahahaha' she laughed, nervously.
'I don't know, ahah, where are you?' I retorted, starting to feel around. 'Don't move, I'll head for the doors.'
'Well, I'd love to let you through but I need to get out of your way first, and I don't know where you are. Ahaha'
She was growing more and more alarmed.
As I moved blindly, I felt my hand landing on something hot. Very hot. And it was not a machine, or any part of the venting system. It was flesh. My hand was over fabric and skin at the same time. I assumed it was Isabelle's back, where the neckline from her top was at.
'Oh there you are. Ahahah! All right, stand still, I'll walk around you. I wouldn't want to step on your toes or anything.'
'Um, Eric? Can you... Can you move your hand?'
'Wait, ahah! I don't want to hurt you.'
'Can you move your hand, please? You're touching my boobs...'
Shit. I withdrew my hand instantly.
'Oops, damn...' I said.
'It's ok, thanks.' she said, softly, with no trace of anger in her voice. 'No problem.'
'Um, ahah! I guess there's no way that could hurt you, right?' I said, trying to spare ourselves the embarrassment.
'No...'
