It was a Saturday morning and I was at work. I just stood there thinking about what happened the previous day.
I cheated on my wife of twenty years with a girl I don't even know, not even her name. And I did it at work, in the men's room.
"I fucked the cleaning girl," I said under my breath.
I said it again to myself, "I really fucked the cleaning girl."
I thought, "Damn! Where did that come from?" And the bad thing, or good thing, whichever it may be, is that I am still horny as hell this morning.
I haven't seen the cleaning girl today. She must be off since there are not many people working on Saturday. Just thinking of her makes my dick stir in my pants. Damn that was hot.
I had been day dreaming all morning about the past days events when my thoughts were interupted suddenly by Chris' voice.
"Damn, these new saftey shoes suck," Chris said with an aggravated voice. "We need to say something about them."
It took me a minute to snap out of my daze, but I finally responded.
"Why don't you tell Jen," I said. "Here she comes now."
"Why is she here on Saturday?" Chris asked.
"I don't know. She must be behind on paperwork, or something," I replied.
Jen was in charge of safety at the plant. She was walking our way and moving briskly. Chris turned around like he was going to say something to her, but then just watched as she walked on by.
"Could that skirt get any shorter?" Chris asked, as Jen walked by.
I just laughed and kept working, acting like I didn't notice the short skirt the petite Saftey Manager had on as she walked by.
We both looked as she made her way around the corner of the assembly line. She was really looking good today. Her ass was really making that short skirt look good. It wasn't a tight skirt, but it really made her ass look good as she walked.
"I mean, damn," Chris continued, "How are we supposed to work safely with a distraction like that walking around?"
I just laughed again and went about my work.
My name is Joe, and Chris and I have spent the last six months working together at an auto assembly plant. Chris spends a lot of time looking at the ladies that work in the office. I check them out, too, but I never say anything.
There are a lot of damn fine women in the office, and occasionally they will make their way out into the plant. When they do, all the men go crazy, and try to get a good look as they walk by.
I am no different. I love to check out a nice piece of ass, and I would love to see what Jen is hiding under that skirt. She is fine as hell.
Jen is a petite woman, slim, with a very nice ass. She is about 5' 4" tall, 35 years old, and from what I can tell, has very nice banana shaped tits. Her skin was milky white, and she wore glasses. She had that librarian look, but very sexy.
This particular day she was wearing a white blouse, short khaki skirt, and heels. She always dressed very nice, but today her skirt was shorter than usual.
Jen and my wife are very good friends, both dealing with safety in their work. My wife's business supplies parts for our plant, so she and Jen talk and email daily, and have lunch together from time to time. She is always very friendly to me in passing, but that's about it, we rarely talk.
Since it was Saturday, I thought it would be a good time to say something about the safety shoes. Chris was right, they did suck, so on my way to lunch I planned to drop by her office and talk to her about them. And since I was horny as hell, I thought it would be a good opportunity to check out that short skirt she had on, and those damn sexy legs.
The morning went by pretty quick and lunchtime rolled around. I washed my hands and made my way up front to the office area of the plant. To get to the lunchroom I had to walk right by Jen's office, so it would be on the way.
Chris and the other guys left a few minutes before I did and were already in the lunchroom. It wouldn't take but a few minutes to tell Jen about the shoes, then I would still have plenty of time to eat.
Her office has a glass wall and door in the front so you can see in. It sits behind a waiting area and there are two more cubicles in there. She shares the area with two other women who are off today. As I walked into the waiting area, I could see she was on the phone with someone. I made my way through the door and she looked up and motioned me to wait at one of the cubicles in the waiting area. I went back out and sat down at one of the desks and waited. I could still see her, but couldn't hear what she was saying. From the desk I couldn't see out into the hallway that lead to the lunchroom, due to the cubicle wall, but I could hear some of the guys as they walked by on their way to the lunchroom.
After a few minutes, she hung up the phone and got up from her chair. As she walked around her desk she stopped and fumbled through a few papers that were laying on her desk. Her back was to me and I couldn't help admiring her nice legs as they came out of that short skirt. Then she walked out into the waiting area and came over to the cubicle where I was sitting.
"Hi Joe," she said with a big smile. "I was just talking to your wife on the phone. We are meeting for lunch today."
"Oh, do you need to leave now?" I asked.
"No. We are meeting in thirty minutes," she said. "What can I help you with?"
"It's these new saftey shoes we have to wear. They are not holding up very well, " I said as I lifted my leg up so she could see the bottom of the shoe.
"Let me see," she said, kneeling down to one knee to get a better look.
She reached out and took my foot in her hands and pulled it closer to get a better look. She went ahead and knelt down on the other knee with her legs together to get her balance.
The sight of her on her knees in front of me made my dick start to stir around, and I could see right down the front of her blouse. She was wearing a white bra and showing a lot of cleavage. My dick started to come alive in my pants.
"Yeah, this doesn't look good at all," she said in a disapointing voice.
I was thinking just the opposite from my vantage point. Her tits were looking very good, maybe 34b's, and as she moved her head around looking at the shoes, her tits were bouncing and jiggling under her blouse.
"Take it off," she said. "I want to get a better look at it."
I was thinking the same thing about her blouse. "Take it off," I thought to myself. "I want a better look at those tits."
Then I snapped back to reality and thought, "Damn. I am not wearing any socks...of all days."
She started to untie the laces of the shoe. I just sat there with my eyes still glued right down her blouse. She took the shoe off my foot and then looked up at me. I tried to look away, but she caught me staring at her tits. She didn't say anything, she just looked at me for a few seconds, then started laughing.
She ask, "Did you forget your socks this morning?"
I just laughed and said, "I guess I did. I didn't know I would be taking my shoes off here in the office."
"Let's take off the other shoe, too," she said as she started to untie the laces. "I want to look at it, too."
She started pulling at the other shoe and her tits were bouncing around again. I couldn't help but look at them, and she kept looking up at me. She knew I was looking, but she didn't say anything.
She started to get playful and started to tickle my left foot.
She looked up and said jokingly, "I'm telling your wife that you are not wearing socks today."
"I am sure she will want to know how you know that," I replied with a chuckle.
