Frank looked up from the spreadsheet he was working on just in time to watch Lisa walk into work. Lisa was average height and slender. Her hips were just curvy enough, and her breasts filled out the package, pushing against the fabric of her shirt. Her long, wavy hair was dark brown and framed an immaculate face. She wore make up only to accentuate what God gave her. She wore a tight fitting white silk blouse and a modestly cut black skirt. She wore a pink lace bra. Frank knew this because the blouse was sheer, and peeks of the bra were apparent in Lisa's cleavage.
She was dressed perfectly for Frank to put into action his plans of seduction.
Frank was no slouch either. At 6'3" and 210, he turned enough heads. Past girlfriends had crooned how they loved his pillow-like stomach -- not rock hard, but not too soft. What charmed most of them were the dimples that came out when he smiled, a boyish smile full of seductive charm.
"Hi Lisa!" Frank could barely hide his excitement. He knew that if he didn't act on his desires today, he probably never would. For all his looks, Frank was shy. He was awkward with women. Most of his dates, and all of his girlfriends came from aggressive women who asked him out. But not today. Today, Frank vowed he would take the first step with Lisa.
He watched Lisa walk to her cubicle, diagonal from his. Frank had a perfect view of Lisa's cube from his. He rustled some paper on his desk, straightening them, as he watched Lisa get settled in. As she bent over her computer to turn it on, the fabric of her skirt pulled tight on her ass. She sat down in her chair facing Frank, her legs carelessly apart. Frank got a quick glimpse of pink that he was sure matched the bra. Lisa quickly crossed her legs and slid them underneath her desk.
Frank could feel his pants tightening as he grew with excitement. Frank could never tell if Lisa did these things on purpose. Lisa seemed oblivious to how she affected the men (and some women) of the office. To be sure, she sometimes seemed very naΓ―ve and talked frequently about her cats, which she counted as her kids. In her, Frank saw something of his own shyness, his own social awkwardness.
Today, however, he was going to do something about it...right after the morning staff meeting.
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Everyone filed out of the conference room. Frank, close to the door, held it open for everyone as they walked past. He was waiting for Lisa. He watched her approach, marveling at her breasts. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't think of them as tits, like he did on the women in the magazines he jerked off to. Tits seemed too low class for Lisa.
Lisa seemed to glide as she walked, so her breasts didn't bounce much. Though they were large, Frank got the impression Lisa's breasts were firm, tightly packed in Lisa's bra. He'd find out soon enough.
Lisa smiled at Frank as she went through the door. Though there was plenty of room between him and the edge of the door, Lisa turned sideways. She scooted past Frank, brushing her ass against the front of his pants. His dick (Frank had no problem talking about his anatomy crudely) pulsed with excitement. That had to be on purpose he thought to himself.
Frank, attention diverted, let go of the door, letting it swing shut on a co-worker behind him. He followed Lisa back to their cubes, all the while watching her hips sway. He could never decide which part of Lisa he liked more.
For the next hour, Frank tried to get up the courage to enact his plan. He'd steal glances at Lisa, who was busily working. Frank would think of all the things he wanted to do to Lisa, starting with kissing her breasts and ending with burying his rock-hard penis deep into her pussy. The thought of it kept him hard the entire time.
Frank closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He pushed back his chair, stood up and turned to Lisa... who was getting up, her purse slung over her shoulder.
"Are you off to lunch to?" Lisa asked, innocently, though Frank thought he saw her eyes stray to the obvious bulge in his slacks.
Frank quickly sat down, covering himself. He felt himself blush and could only imagine the fiery red of his cheeks. "N-n-noo," he stammered. "Just stretching."
Lisa smiled. "Okay. See you in a few."