This story is based on real people but not on a real situation. The names have been changed as have the locations. Hopefully, one day the real Candace and Tyler will get together in a similar scenario.
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I've never been much of a morning person. It's the fact that I have to get up and go to work that bothers me the most. I've always been kind of anti-establishment that way, I guess. I want to make my own hours and do things at my own pace, not someone else's. But, hey, my job at Audio/Video World isn't that bad. The pay is nice, the job is moderately interesting and the view is unbelievable. I'm not talking about the trees or the sky; I mean I work with the hottest girl I've ever seen. Her name is Candace. She's 5'3", petite, long blonde hair that goes halfway down her back, piercing blue eyes, perfect chest and an amazing ass. She's the kind of girl that wars are started over. Now, I'm not one of those guys who falls in love with any random hot girl, because I don't 'love' her, I mean, I love the way she looks but mostly I just want to fuck her brains out. But then there's the boyfriend. Ugh. Why is it that the hottest girls are always in solid relationships? This one's no different - he's being groomed to take over daddy's empire and they're madly in love. Normally, that wouldn't stop me from trying, but he's a really nice guy - not to mention a lot bigger than me and kind of the jealous type as well. I'm more of a lover than a fighter, so I'd rather not piss him off.
It's Wednesday today and that means it's going to be slow. Typically in sales Wednesday is our slowest day so we kill time with busy work like checking inventory levels and keeping the showroom clean. Arnold, our manager, tends to spend Wednesdays at the track so usually we kill the time by playing cards and talking instead of doing actual work. Arnold will usually call in the mid afternoon to make sure he's not needed. The track keeps him pretty occupied so much so that sometimes we won't see him until Friday morning. I don't mind, though. If he were around then I'd be left doing actual work. Plus, Arnold is a pretty cool dude as well. A little bizarre and has kind of a gambling problem, but I like him.
Today, Candace looks better than ever. She's wearing a thin, white low-cut shirt that just stops halfway down her chest, showing off her cleavage and a black sweater on top of that that doesn't do anything to hide her fantastic tits. Over the past few months, I've been caught so many times staring at her tits which usually lead to an awkward exchange with both of us pretending nothing happened. Lately, though, she's starting to show more cleavage and giving me more opportunities to look. I'm not sure how I should read into that. Today, she's also wearing a black skirt that cuts just above her knees; black nylons that drive me insane and 3 inch heeled boots that make her ass stick out into a perfect heart shape. She always dresses pretty sexy which works to her advantage a lot in our industry as a lot of our customers are young men who'll buy just about anything from her.
"Morning, Candace," I say as I hand her a coffee I picked up at the local cafe on my way to work. I head to Arnold's desk he won't be using it today so it's where I'll spend much my time.
"Thanks, Tyler," Candace says as she sits across the desk from me. I'm still wearing my sunglasses so I take this opportunity to stare directly at her chest somehow hoping that my Jedi force abilities will kick in and a couple of buttons come undone. But they never seem to materialize no matter how many times I've watched Empire. "Oops, I spilled a little," she says. I didn't even notice at first that the hot coffee had spilled on my hand.
"Oh, damn, that's hot," I yelled as I took off my sunglasses and shake my hand like it's on fire. Was I talking about the coffee or Candace's tits? Both of them, I guess.
"I'm so sorry," she said in a panic as she leaned forward across the desk to reach for a tissue on my side. With this I got a great view down her shirt. I know, enough about this girls breasts but they really are that amazing. Think of the best C-cup tits you've ever seen - now think of how those could possibly be better, Candace's are the better ones.
"Do I have something down my shirt?" Candace said to me with a playful grin as she sat back down and wiped the coffee off of my hand and the desk.
"I, uh... what? Um... No, I mean... Sorry," was all I could think of to say. In all the times I'd been caught staring, we just kind of pretended nothing happened. This time, she actually acknowledged that I was checking her out.
"That's ok. They were right in your face and you've never really been one to look away," she said still with that playful grin on her face.
"Well, um, yeah, huh? I'm sorry Candace," I said with a nervous chuckle.
"Don't be sorry, It's my fault for wearing this shirt, right?" she said.
"Well in that case," as a joke, I looked down at her tits all wide eyed, "Nice!" I said with a chuckle.
"You like?" She said as she cupped each breast in each hand and gently squeezed them together and laughed, "Well comparing to some of the girls I've seen you with; I'll take that as a pretty good compliment."
I have been known to be seen with a variety of different girls on different occasions. Usually young coeds that I meet at different clubs. Nothing ever comes out of it, though and I'm kind of getting bored of that scene. I want a girl with more substance, one that's not so much into her and one that's confident, smart and sexy. Kind of like Candace.
Hold on a second... Did she just do that? Did she just pose for me? My God this girl is sexy; all the blood is rushing from my head to my cock which if I stood up would be very obvious right now.
"Um, well, Candace... You're much sexier than any girl I've ever been with," I immediately regretted saying that. See, before I guess we were just joking around and now I've taken it to the next level by showing that I obviously have feelings for her. But then again, I do tend to over analyze the situation at times.
"You think I'm sexy?" she said playfully. Now she's just trying to embarrass me, right?
