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Dave entered the office and sat heavily on his chair, another long day with no end in sight. He didn't mind, in fact he quite enjoyed his job, he just wished that there was something else for him, something to look forward to, some
one
waiting for him.
He logged onto his terminal and started doing some menial tasks he hated. His mind wandered. He was assistant manager, although he was only 19, and he worked with some 18 year old girls who were very nice to look at. Some of them were nice to chat to as well. But he'd made a vow to himself that, no matter how tempting, he would not try it on with any of them, it would be unprofessional.
That was that. Honestly. But it didn't stop his mind wondering. And it didn't stop it being a bit gutting sometimes when he heard all the exciting things they'd got up to the night before and so on, but he'd cope.
There was one girl in particular, Emma, she was just a bit shorter than him at 5'9" with very long blonde hair. She wasn't the most attractive, but there was something about her, the way she carried herself was so intricately sexy, but he had promised himself, and she wouldn't look at him anyway, not in that way.
His imagination got carried away, as it had been prone to do recently when he thought of her. His mental image focussed in on her hair, down her smooth cheek and then over her bosom, he always imagined her in her uniform, although he didn't know why, there was a little gap where he remembered being able to see into her bra once, she was wearing a white one that day. His mental eye zoomed in on that this time and he felt himself growing a little beneath the desk.
He realised what he was doing and smiled wistfully before returning to his computer, shaking his head.
There was a knock at the door to his office. He turned around and was surprised to see Emma standing there, as if his semi-erotic thoughts had summoned her. He laughed at that thought. He checked his watch, she would have just finished her shift, which was obvious when he noticed the very short denim skirt and top that she was wearing, he smiled at her.
What did she want, not complaining though, he got up to unlatch the door.
Emma walked upstairs from the shop floor, her shift was finished for the day now. Although she quite liked her job, sometimes it dragged, and this morning even more so, two of her friends were off sick, so she couldn't chat to them. And Dave had been doing paperwork upstairs, and she'd missed him.
She keyed in the code to the ladies cloakroom and entered. There was no one else in there, she finished at an odd time, so she had the place to herself. She looked up at the notice on the wall, a list of people who had to collect their tax forms from the office. Her name was on there, she didn't mind that she had to go and pick it up, Dave would be there.
She changed first, nobody thought that the uniform blouses were very flattering, and she preferred a short skirt to the trousers she wore here. The blouse was swapped for a light, blue halter top, it was hot outside, summer had just arrived. The trousers were duly exchanged for a short blue denim skirt, leaving her long, slightly tanned, legs exposed. She tweaked the top so it exposed a little more cleavage, without showing off her bra, which she hated doing.
It took just a few minutes to touch up her make up and she smiled at herself in the mirror. If only Dave would look at her like a woman, and not like an employee, or a colleague, or however it was that he looked at her like that prevented him from kissing her. She would like that.
She left her bag outside the changing room and walked upstairs to the offices. She knew exactly where Dave's was, but dawdled on the way there, her mind running in nice circles of what he could do to her to make her smile again. She felt a very slight heating between her legs and shook her head out of the fantasy. She was standing outside his office.
She could see him hard at work through the pane of glass. A hand raised and knocked lightly on the glass. He started up, then turned around and smiled at her broadly, she returned his smile with warmth of her own and he walked over to open the door.
The door latch clicked open and Dave stood aside to let her enter the office. He smiled again, "what can I do for you then?"
"There was a notice downstairs telling me to collect my tax form, so here I am," she smiled as the words flowed confidently out of her pretty mouth.
"Of course, it's just, um, here, um, somewhere." Dave turned to the heap system on his desk and pulled a few things out, seemingly at random. Eventually he found what he was looking for and produced it, "here, I knew it was, don't lose it now," he laughed back at her. "Anything else I can do for you?" He could think of a few, but, no, not those thoughts!
"Oh, yes, I've just remembered, I need a signature on this form from a 'respected member of the community' and I guess you fit the bill!" Emma produced a neatly folded piece of paper which she thrust at him. He laughed at this, and her eyes seemed to catch hers for just a fraction of a second longer than they had before. He turned away quickly and found a pen, opening up the form.
