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Authors Note: This story stands alone, but there are potential links to some other stories to be published shortly, and possibly to be published in the future as well. Thank you. I hope you enjoy the read.
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I'd worked at the credit union and with Rose for about six years when this incident occurred. Rose was the partner of the company's CEO, Larry, had been ever since I started working with the company, and she was also the company's Operations Manager.
At Christmas functions, it happened so often, that once my date had left me for whatever reason, whether to go to the toilet, to get a drink, or to talk with somebody else, Rose would, in a flash, be over to ask me to dance.
Like it almost seemed she was watching me, just waiting until the opportunity arose. Sometimes it even caused me trouble when my date had gone to the toilet and returned to find me dancing with Rose, and insinuating that "as soon as I'm gone you're dancing with someone else." On more than one occasion this situation occurred, and always I had to explain that it was not my fault. And Larry the boss, could not but have noticed the same thing.
I've never been clever with women, and didn't think I was particularly good looking. Oh, I never had any problems once they'd say, agreed to go on a date, but I was never able to read the signs, unless they were unbelievably obvious, that they were attracted to me.
But in this case, and after getting comments from the different dates I took to these Christmas functions over the years, I finally started to recognise that Rose, may indeed, have possibly developed an attraction to me. I'd never pursued anything though, even when between partners' as she had been and was still, as far as I could figure, the boss' partner, and I didn't think it was such a good idea to interfere with that relationship, not that I would have anyway. I didn't even flirt with the female staff that I knew had partners. Yes, boring ol' me...
In fact, I should have picked up, and my suspicions confirmed of her attraction, or at least the fact that the boss knew that Rose liked me, two years earlier, when at a weekly Managers' meeting, after I had been already been 'nominated,' under protest, but to the applause of the other managers' present, to attend a Credit Union orientation conference, and we were then discussing who else should go, when Rose offered to go with me. Larry, who normally spoke so quietly one could hardly hear him, exclaimed in an uncharacteristically loud and seemingly agitated voice, "NO" to Rose's offer. After all the other manager's, including me, had recovered from the shock of the CEO's exclamation, the selection process continued, with the final result that, five of the newest staff members, who all happened to be females, would be invited to go with me. But that is another story.
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To return to this one, ...it was the last day of the accounting month, and I needed to be on site, to schedule some time critical computer operations. Had it been a weekday, I would just have stayed back in the office, and worked late but this time it was a Saturday. Just after midday, and I was the only person working upstairs of the two level building when I heard the front door open, a slight pause, and then I heard it shut again, followed by the soft footsteps of feet walking on carpet as Rose stuck her head in the doorway of my office. Rose had during the morning, been working on the customer counter downstairs along with two or three other girls, women, who had now all left the building.
"Hi David..." she said with a big smile on her face, "I noticed you were working today, from the computer screen... what brings you in on a Saturday?"
"Hi Rose," I said, lifting my head to look at her, "I just had to get some end of month reports done before the system powered up again on Monday morning."
"Ahhh, the old end-of-month routine."
"Yes, you know, the part of my job that I live for," I replied smiling.
"I know what you mean... It's the bit I look forward too as well" and we both chuckled.
"So what exciting thing have you got planned for when you leave here today?" Rose asked.
"Nothing planned" I said. "I'm not seeing anyone at the moment so I'll just have a quiet nightmaybe enjoy a glass of red, and have a read. I haven't had time to read any good books lately, and I've got a couple that have been screaming out to be read for a while now."
"Sounds good... hmmmm,... I might do the same. I won't be seeing Larry until later this afternoon," and I noticed a funny expression on her face, one that I couldn't quite make out, as I'd not seen it before.
"So what bring you upstairs?" I asked.
"I've got to get some print-outs off the printer" she said pointing to the printer that was in the 'computer room' diagonally opposite my own office.
As well as producing the financial reports, I was also responsible for maintaining the company's computer equipment. The computer room was only small as it only needed to hold a small mainframe, a router, a switch and a couple of printers and a bench under which were stored different coloured papers, printer ribbons, toners, cartridges, and miscellaneous bits and pieces. The only problem with the size of the room was that it was sometimes awkward to get to the paper supplies if somebody was standing in front of the printer, not that that happened very often. You had to kind of squeeze past the person that was standing there, or wait for them to leave.
But knowing that there were two printers downstairs, I became concerned that they weren't working, otherwise why would Rose have printed what she needed on the upstairs printer.
"Are the printers downstairs broken?" I asked.
"No.. relax... I just sent the reports to this one because I saw that you were here today, which is pretty unusual for you, and thought I would just come up and say hello."
"Ohh, that's nice. It really is, and you have brightened my day," I said grinning from ear to ear, "Is there anything I can do for you to return the favour, to brighten your day, not that you look like you need any brightening up... you look pretty good in fact," and I might have for a very brief moment looked uncomfortable as I made that uncharacteristically flirty comment. And she did look pretty good. Rose had short blonde hair, blue eyes, and from what I could make out, a pretty reasonable curvy figure without being fat, or even plump. This day she wore an ankle length navy blue combined blouse/skirt dress with a white design on it. It was actually part of a uniform that our credit union female employees typically wore. They were essentially uniform dresses that could have been worn by any female employees of any of the other banks.
"Why thank you sir," she responded, and added "I'd better leave you to do your work" and went over to the printer.
Rose's reports were still coming out and she was bent over the printer checking them when a few minutes later, needing to get some coloured paper for my own reports, I went into the computer room.
If I have a fetish, it is enjoying the sight of a woman's breasts hanging down when she is bent over, and the sight that greeted me was just that. Rose's breasts were hanging down, straining against the constricting material of her dress. I could just imagine my hands cupping those breasts, feeling their full weight. That started to get my manhood aroused. It had often in my life been a battle of wills between cock and brain, and I'm sad to say, that cock's victories were many more than brain's. And to make matters worse, not only were her full breasts tempting me, but being bent over I could just imagine running my hands along her back and then over the rounded curves of her buttocks that were now sticking out, pointing towards the wall, and leaving only a small amount of room, not enough, for me to get around behind her. My cock was now hard and I had to adjust its position before something broke.
"Ummmmm Rose," I coughed, " ... I need to get past you."
"Yes, that's OK" she said.
"Ummmmm, ... I don't have quite enough room."
"Ohh," she said giggling and she straightened up a little to give me room to pass.
She didn't straighten up all the way however, and it was a toss up as to whether I would be able to get past without touching her. My cock was really starting to strain now, as from my position, I could see the curves of her body as they swept in to her waist before flaring out again over her hips to make smooth uninterrupted arcs that melded into the roundness of her buttocks. And to make matters worse, the dress was of a clingy, staticly type of material, that moulded in, quite noticeably I thought, into her bum crack.
"Thank... thank you" I coughed again as I moved behind her into the space that would allow me to get past her. But it was not to be.
I had managed to slowly and very carefully move sideways behind her and had almost cleared one rounded buttock before Rose bent down again, pushing me back against the wall. I was now trapped with my back against the wall, my cock pressing the skirt material into her bum crack, and the fronts of my thighs pressing hard against her buttocks.
I could now feel myself getting a little flushed, and even more excited as a quiet "ohhh" escaped from Rose's lips.
"UuhhhRose, I'm kinda stuck" I croaked.
"Hmmmm, I wonder how that might have happened."
I took the hint. The devil made me do it. I moved my hands to her waist and gently massaged it on both sides, feeling the inside of the curves, before moving them over her hips and then her buttocks. As my hands found the roundest parts of her buttocks I gently squeezed the firm flesh, eliciting a slight moan from Rose's lips. I retraced my hand movements from the gentle massaging up and over her rounded buttocks, along her lower back and over her waist again before moving them all over her back as they moved upwards. Rose's head was down a little, with her arms outstretched and her hands resting on the edges of the printer.
"You know" she said, "I always loved the feel of your hands, of your body touching mine when we danced, but this feels sooo much better and this feels even better" she said as she wriggled her bum slightly from side to side feeling my erection.
