"Dammit, you're doing it again!" I thought, snapping myself back to reality. "That's about the 50th time today you've done that. Keep staring at that woman and you'll go blind!" It wasn't just today either. I had been doing it for over a week, since they moved our work areas around.
Donna and I started work on the same day, 8 years ago, and had been good friends pretty much ever since. At the time, neither of us was married, but both were involved in long term live-in relationships. Basically we were work buddies. My name is Don, so we were often referred to as Don and Donna in the office, almost like a couple.
Her cubicle was now just ahead and to the right of mine, and across the aisle. I could see right in, mostly her back, but when she moved I could see the profile of her breast, and always, her legs. Damn. They were nice! Slender and well toned and tanned. I was developing a new appreciation for her.
Once she stretched and raised her arms, pushing her breasts forward. As she did, she glanced back, and I hoped she hadn't seen me staring.
Pretty much every day we would go to lunch together at one of the local shops. Since there had to be some coverage, not everyone could go at once, and we just sort of paired up at the beginning, being equally new and not part of the gang. We kidded a lot, but knowing each other's status it was all in fun.
One very cold winter day we had run across the street to the deli, and when we got there I couldn't help notice that her nipples were at attention from the cold, under the tight sweater. She caught me looking, and I said, "Wow, you got a hell of a set of knockers!"
She snorted and said, "No, but I do have nice breasts."
"Yeah and a swell pair of boobs too!"
"O GOD," she said, "and I s'pose, a great pair of tits."
"Yep, and a nice rack, to boot."
By then we were laughing hilariously, but her nips were even harder.
A few times she made remarks, teasing me, like, "Damn, I'm sore this morning! And of course I knew just what she meant.
Once she said to me, "Hey lover boy, when am I going to meet that piece of ass you're living with? I think she was curious, but things were not going that well at the time at home, and I didn't need one more complication. I had met her companion once when he picked her up. I wasn't impressed.
We bantered like that all the time, but I didn't think much about it. Well not too much. I assumed she didn't either.
That was then. Things had changed for both of us in the last six months, both relationships had broken up, and we were both alone. I knew she had dated a couple of times, and I was finally thinking about it, getting hornier by the day.
I'll admit I had thought about her a few times, but we were such good friends I didn't give it serious thought. What the hell, you don't fuck your buddy! Her attitude toward me hadn't seemed to have changed in the slightest.
One hot Friday, on a whim, I said to her, "Hey, why don't we go have a couple of cold beers after work?"
I was pretty startled when she replied, "Sure, your place or mine?"
I thought maybe she was kidding, but I figured, what the heck. I have a pool, and said, "My place if you want. We can take a swim if you like. I know there's a suit around someplace and I know you would fill it out better than she did.
"I'm not wearing her bathing suit!" she growled, "but tell you what, I'll stop home and get mine and meet you there. She knew the way, having dropped me from work a few times. "Make sure you have some cold ones ready!"
I was totally unprepared for that turn of events, but certainly not upset by it. If she didn't chicken out I had a chance at a better view of her "great pair of tits".
We both left a little early after confirming our "date", and I took a quick shower and put on my trunks when I got home. In another 15 minutes she pulled up, and came in wearing a T-shirt and shorts, but I could see she had a suit top on underneath.
As she came through the door I gave her a little kiss on the cheek in welcome, but she said, "Hey that's nice!" and responded by kissing me full on the lips. The kiss lingered for a moment, her hand on my back, then she said, "Now where's that cold one?"
I went to the fridge and got a couple of cans of Coors Lite and the two glasses I had chilled, but when I returned to her she growled, "Hey, this isn't formal, just give me the damn can!" I popped the top for her and handed it over. "Want to sit by the pool," I asked, or stay in where it's cool for a while?
Let's finish this one, then go out," she said, taking a long pull on it. "Might as well stay cool until we are ready for the pool. "Nice place you got here, better than mine. I don't have a pool."
I gave her the obligatory 30 second tour. When we stepped into each room she stood touching me lightly as she took it in. In my bedroom she went over and pressed the mattress of the king-sized bed, turning to me and saying, "Nice and firm, that would take a lot of hard use!"
I gave her a big smile - I liked the direction this was taking. I didn't want to assume too much though, after all, we were work associates.
By the time we got back to the living room we had pretty much polished off the beers. "Why don't you get us a couple more and we can move out to the pool?" she said.
When I came back she had stripped off halter and shorts, and I realized she was wearing a rather skimpy bikini. "Good thing I have a privacy fence," I thought.
Then I took a look. Damn, this woman was gorgeous! Nice, I knew, but not like that! As soon as she felt my eyes on her, her nipples crinkled up, tenting the material nicely. If I wasn't careful, I would have my own tent.
