This story is entirely fictional and does not represent real people or a real situation. Any similarities between this story and another are entirely coincidental and not at all intended.
I hope you enjoy the story; I am currently working on a sequel if you do. All feedback is appreciated, but if you have negative feedback please try to suggest improvements.
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Hi, I'm Steve. I guess I should start with telling you about myself. I was 25 and working as an IT expert for a firm in London. I was single. I stand at about 6 ft with strong muscles from regularly working out at the gym. I have brown hair which, at the time, was beginning to grow unruly. Just because you'll probably assume otherwise, I did not wear glasses.
I worked individually in my own office. It was not particularly large but had enough room for two desks and some filing cabinets. The desks were arranged at right angels to each other with my chair in between them. On top of one of the desks was a state of the art computer and the other desk was reserved for any paper work or printouts that I needed. At the time it had designs for the software I was currently working on as well as my coat and laptop.
To begin with, the day was like any other day at work. I was just working on the software. However, right before the end of the day there was a problem with one of the staff laptops that I was asked to solve. I cursed at my bad luck as it meant I would not be able to get out early.
I got out of my chair and stretched before disdainfully walking out of the office and along the isle until I reached the correct cubical. I had worked with almost all of the employees at some point but this one had recently started and I had yet to meet her, I didn't even know her name. I sub-consciously ruffled my hair and straightened as I walked into the cubical.
In front of me was a red head with rather long, untied hair. It looked quite soft and rather silky. The head turned as I entered. She had the most magnificent green eyes, and they met mine just for an instance as I came round the corner - that one tiny connection made me loose any regret that I had for not getting away early.
"Hey, is it your computer that's playing up?" I asked
"Yea, it just stopped working. I don't know why"
"Hmm..., let's have a look at it then"
She stood up to let me get a bit closer and turned to face me; she was about half a foot shorter than me. Below her sweet face was a baby blue, sleeveless top. It hugged tight to her body and emphasised her breasts. She was also wearing a pair of skinny jeans.
It was here that we encountered a problem. The cubicles were small and cramped. In order for her to let me through, she would have to press herself either into the wall, or into me. She chose me over the wall. I squeezed past her, trying to look anywhere but at her tits which were brushing against me as I moved past.
Instead my eyes locked on to hers again and we just froze, looking into each others eyes and I felt something new, something wonderful. After a while we regained ourselves and I hurried past. We both avoided looking directly at each other for a while after that.
I started looking at her computer, making sure it appeared as though I was working with it. In actuality I was thinking about what had just happened. I could feel her looking at me, also thinking. After a while I decided I needed some space so I said to her:
"I'm gonna take this back to my office. I've got some equipment there that might help. Do you have something else to do whilst I work on it?"
