I work in commercial accounts at a major insurer. Stephanie's a statistician. She's got blonde hair, which I'm not particular about, but it comes halfway down her back, a real turn-on for me. Her tits are only a B cup, but they're very shapely. We first hit it off at the company picnic, and she had a boyfriend, Steve. We wanted to make out, and we didn't word to get back to Steve, so we found a secluded spot. All we did that day was grope each other a little, but when my grip on her butt was its hardest, she had to have been able to feel my dick. It turns out that needing to keep it from Steve was a blessing in disguise, because I checked our internal corporate website that Monday. As I'd feared, co-workers aren't allowed to date.
Thank God for texting and IM's. Stephanie sent me a cell phone picture that night where her T-shirt was ripped just enough at the collar for me to see part of a tattoo on her boob. (Later she explained that the tattoo was temporary, and she'd only done it for the picture.) I responded with a picture of myself wearing cut-offs tight enough that she could see my erection. We caught glimpses of each other a couple times that week but didn't have an opportunity to say anything. Thursday she e-mailed me a picture where she'd combined my picture with another one of her so it looked like she was standing behind me and stroking me. My photo skills aren't the greatest, but I took the head from that pic and the camera shot from before and made it look like I was holding her boobs up. She answered, "I bet those shorts are REALLY uncomfortable now, huh, Nick?"
I wasn't feeling bold enough to take an explicit picture of myself yet, but I found an image online of boxer shorts in tent condition and sent it to her, adding, "This answer your question?"
Monday night Stephanie upped the ante. I was online when I got an IM from her. For her avatar she was using a picture of a woman's crotch in a lace panty with her hand over it. "Nice pic," I told her. "Is it U?"
"I'm not that good a photog," she replied. "I was shopping online and I saw that picture in an ad. Thought it'd be the perfect reply to the one you sent." There was a pause before her next message. "So, what are you up 2?"
"Paying bills," I said. "U?"
"Steve was here. I told him I was going to the gym tomorrow for an hour with Lisa, a friend in Accounting." I should explain that our company has an exercise room on site. "Anyway, Lisa just canceled."
Not thinking, I just typed, "k"
"So, you up for a workout?"
That got my attention. "Sure!" I typed.
"Great," she said. "I'll be on one of the stationary bikes."
Crap. That wasn't a double-entendre. "I haven't used the gym before," I told her. "Do they have a locker room?"
"Lockers, but no dressing room. You can change in a regular bathroom and leave your clothes in a locker. Wear loose clothes."
I still had my hopes up that this could lead to something down the line, so I showed up anyway. There were three bikes, and Stephanie was on the one in the middle. She was looking away from me when I came in, so I got to look at her firm butt while she pedaled. I went on the one to her right and said, "Hey," as casually as I could manage.
"Hey, Nick, glad you made it," Stephanie said. As I got on the bike, she looked at my short and added, "And you dressed right, too." Once I was seated comfortably, she said, "Okay, let's ride!" I hadn't gotten any meaningful exercise in a while, so I'd forgotten how you sometimes get endorphins. For the next fifteen minutes, I just concentrated on pedaling, and then she said, "We're almost at the top of the mountain."
We both slowed our pedaling. Brought back to earth, I looked over at her. She must have been in good condition, because her breathing was only elevated a little, just enough for me to enjoy the sight of her chest going in and out. A couple minutes later I said, "Look, there's the finish line!" I stopped pedaling just before she did. She brushed her leg against mine while she dismounted. From the way her shorts gathered, I thought she'd gone commando.
"Why do you think I asked you to stop by?" Stephanie asked.
I didn't want to admit the truth. I thought for a moment and lied, "I dunno. I thought maybe you didn't want to walk to your car alone at night."
"Oh, good!" (Damn, I stayed for this? I thought.) "I mean, you're wrong, but you got so into the workout, I was afraid that's all you came for."
Still slightly oxygen-deprived, I asked, "What do you mean?"
Stephanie pointed to the lockers. "I'm on the far left. Follow me." I did, and she pulled me into the corner between the lockers and the wall. She put her hands on my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. "No one's ever here this time of night," she told me. "Kiss me." We opened our mouths at the same time. We went back and forth, each trying to suck the other's tongue in. Stephanie let go of my neck and put her hand on my butt. I ground my hard cock into her crotch. "Oh, God," she said. I moved my hands to the hem of her shorts. I thought I felt bare skin, but we heard someone using their ID badge to open the door. We quickly separated. I went to my locker, and we both left. I had an uncomfortable ride home, and then I jacked off, wondering whether I really would have felt what I thought if we hadn't been interrupted.
The next night I got an e-mail from Stephanie dated that morning. It said, "Thanks for the ride." Below that was a picture of a damp thong and the sentence, "Oh, and this picture really is me." That was the whole message. I continued the one-upmanship. I masturbated and sent her a pic of the light blue boxers I had on. She could see the shape of my cock but not the cock itself.
We flirted online a few times over the next week. Once I even passed her in the hall, and since I was sure no one could see, I ran my tongue around my lips. That night she IM'd me, "R U good at it?"
"At what?"
"When u licked ur lips today."
"I've never had an unsatisfied customer," I answered.
"I'll be at the gym tomorrow HINT HINT," she said.
I typed back, ":) What a coincidence, so will I."
Stephanie was in a T-shirt and white shorts, lying on the weight bench. As I came around to face her, she did a leg lift that game me a generous view. "I guess I'm not gonna get your panties wet this time," I observed with a devilish smile on my face.
"Nope," she answered, returning the smile. "Let's use the treadmills."
"Let me put my stuff away first," I said.
I took a locker near the one she'd used last time. The two treadmills were parallel. I stood still for a couple seconds, letting the machine move me back so Stephanie was in front of me and I could look at her tight ass. She must have known what I was up to, because when I moved back up, she did what I'd done. She went further, though, reaching across to pull the waistband of my jogging shorts down a little. All it exposed was a little bit of my hip, but knowing what she was trying to do gave me a slight erection. After we'd been on for 20 minutes, Stephanie shut hers off and said, "Meet me by the lockers." We met at the same spot as before. Instead of my neck, she put her hands on my lower back. I ran my hands up and down her thighs. While she sucked my tongue into her mouth, my dick got hard, and she ground her hips into mine.
I got my right hand inside her shorts. Stephanie reached between us and forced my cock down. I was in loose jogging pants, so she couldn't touch it directly, but now it was between her legs. We started kissing again, and I dry-humped her even harder. I got my index finger between her legs, but I couldn't bend it upward to find her pussy. "Oh, fuck!" I moaned, and I started coming.
We heard the beep of an ID badge, and Stephanie said, "Not tonight." She sent me an e-mail that night, with the subject line, "Looking for this?" It was a picture of her pussy, with cum dripping out of it. "You got me so excited that when Steve came over, I told him I'd had a hard day at work, and I wanted him to fuck me silly. Believe it or not, the picture was his idea." Of course, I masturbated and sent her a cum shot.
The implication of what she'd said didn't register until the next night. I opened an IM window. Stephanie was online, so I pinged her. "You mean he was gone when you sent it?"
"In more ways than one," she said. I briefly imagined paramedics carrying a guy out on a stretcher, the sheet pulled over his face. Apparently Stephanie was too much woman for him. "He just got promoted, and he's moving to Atlanta."
"I'm sorry to hear that," I lied.
"S ok," she answered. "We hadn't made any long-term plans."
I felt bad, but I went ahead. "So, tell me about last night." She basically repeated what she'd said before, but she added details about where they did it, the angles and the pleasure spots that he hit. "Damn," I said. "Wish I had a webcam. I'd show you how turned on I am." It was only after he came inside her that he told her he was moving. I didn't ask, but I had a feeling she felt hurt and she'd told him to leave.
Stephanie changed the subject. "Oh, my roommate thinks you've got a nice cock :)"