I was what most would call the typical wallflower type; my appearance was never my main concern. Mind you, my clothes fit my physique, but not as well as they could of. I was 6' even and spent a lot less time than I should of tending to my loosely curly brown hair. My eyes were brown and someone had told me once I had a 'chiseled chin,' I was never quite sure what that meant, but it sounded good.
I had recently joined the company's gym and was there for the first time, feeling a little self-conscious but determined to get in a good workout. I had heard it was a great stress reliever and man did I need that.
Adam that worked in the office next to mine came up and we started chatting about this or that, nothing real. When all of a sudden he says, "Oh by the way, remember that woman that just started in accounting, the blonde?" "Remember how could I forget, those legs are always on my thighs, oops, mind." We laughed. "Well, this is your lucky day pal, she wants to meet you." "No shit", I replied. So, we worked out the fine points and he gave me some pointers on my courage, then suddenly, he was on the cell, and was talking to her. He looks at me and says, "7 tomorrow night good for you?" Somehow, I stumbled out a meek "yea".
I had seen her around the office plenty of times but never really had the courage to speak to her. She was out of my league. I was so nervous I could almost feel myself shaking. Bethany was a stunning natural blonde and had a perfectly proportioned figure. I relaxed (as much as I could) as I rang her doorbell and when she answered, I was even more pleased with the way she looked.