The door to the "Quiet Room" opened and Jason popped his head in to say, "I've been looking for you. Annie and Stephanie want to play foosball."
"Again? They're gluttons for punishment." I got off the couch and made my way out. The Quiet Room was exactly what its name sounded like. We worked for a tech support company, and sometimes the ringing phones and constant talking got to be too much. So, management decided to set up a room that was sound-proofed, dimly lit, and contained comfortable couches. There were no windows, so nobody walking by the room could gawk at anyone relaxing in there. It was nice to just go in there and sit quietly with a book sometimes.
Jason and I made our way to the break room. Annie and Steph were waiting at the table when we got there. Annie was a tiny woman. I'd heard someone call her a 'skinny-minny', and that was true. Her measurements were probably about 33B-23-33 and she was a little less than five feet tall. Her black hair and dark eyes went well with her olive complexion.
Stephanie was just the opposite. Not that she was fat by any means, she was voluptuous. She had a full figure that always reminded me of Kate Winslet in Titanic. She had blond hair and blue eyes which sparkled when she was happy or being mischievous. Something that happened frequently.
"Ready for another beat down?" Jason asked. We had never lost to them, so he had a right to be cocky.
"Will you spot us five points?" Annie asked, making a pouty face. She was so small that it made her look like a little girl.
"I don't know," I replied. "What do we get out of it?"
"A real challenge," Steph said.
Jason suddenly had an evil grin on his face. "I think that if we win, you should streak around the office for us."
"I think you're an idiot." Annie's voice was acid. "Five points or not, I have to get back on the phone soon."
"Okay, okay. Deal," I said.
Over the course of the next few days, every time we beat them, Jason and I would tease them by asking when they were going to streak for us. The women were good natured about losing, even when we gave them a lead. They took the teasing well, too, but wouldn't relent. Not that we expected them to. Stephanie was married and Annie was living with her boyfriend. Jason and I were both single, but I had a pretty steady girlfriend. We weren't so much flirting as hoping to see a little more flesh than we normally got during a workday.
On Monday of the next week, Jason and Steph were both gone to a meeting in a conference center across town. Annie came over to my cube, leaning through the doorway in a way that pulled her white blouse tautly across her breasts. "Foosball after lunch?"
"One on one?"
"I guess."
"Will you-"
"No! I won't streak for you!" She laughed. "Pervert."
I smiled, winking at her. "I'm not sure why it's perverted to want to see a beautiful woman naked."
She walked away, giggling, and I thought that I saw a little extra wiggle in her hips. They were really nice hips, I thought, going back to work.
I gave her an eight point lead and still won 10-9. I raised one eyebrow at her in a question, but she just shook her head.
"We have time for one more, I think," she said then kept talking in the same breath, "do you really think I'm beautiful?"
"I, uh." My brain failed to send the signals to my mouth fast enough and I had to concentrate to answer her question. "Of course you are."
She smiled and said, "If you weren't seeing Jessica, would you ask me out?"
Again, my brain was having trouble making my mouth work. "Aren't you living with a guy?"
"Pretend I wasn't. Would you ask me out?"
"I guess. Why?"
"I was just curious."
We played again. I beat her again. This time she didn't even score a goal. I was kind of afraid to even tease her about flashing me after our earlier conversation. I muttered, "Good game," and made my way toward the door. Annie was giving me a strange look that I couldn't explain. I had flirted with her for months, and she never did more than smile about it -- there was an understanding between us that we didn't do more than flirt since we were both attached.
The next day, I saw Annie as soon as I came into the office. I had mulled over her words for most of the evening before and had replayed our conversation in my head during the ride in. After thinking about her so much, seeing her had a surreal quality to it.
I'd never seen Annie in a skirt before that day, but she was wearing a blue one that went all the way to her ankles. Her blouse, a slightly paler blue that looked wonderful against her dark skin, was unbuttoned to the point that her neckline was almost inappropriate. I didn't think that anyone would complain.
She smiled at me and I smiled back, but we didn't speak. I got to work, throwing myself at my job as a way to still the thoughts in my mind. After a couple hours, I couldn't take any more calls without a break. Grabbing the book that I was reading, I headed for the Quiet Room. It was where I took all my breaks -- very few people ever used it, so I was able to read in peace.
I had just opened the book and found my place on the page when the door quickly opened and closed. I glanced up and was surprised to see Annie. She gave me a nervous smile.
"Still want me to flash you?" She asked. Her cheeks darkened a little as she blushed.
I'd played out many fantasies in which Annie had a starring role; so, the first thing that crossed my mind was that I'd drifted off to sleep while reading and I was dreaming.
"What?"
"Yes or no. Quick," she said.
"Yes." My voice cracked, betraying my nervousness and anticipation.
Her eyes went to the floor as her fingers started undoing even more of the buttons on her blouse. "No touching. Just looking. Okay?"
"Yes," I said again, my voice barely a whisper as more and more of her flesh came into view. She was standing with her back against the door. It was unlikely that anyone would come in, but if they did, they'd have to knock her over.
She didn't untuck the blouse from her skirt, but she pulled it open far enough to expose her bra-covered breasts. My breath caught in my throat as she glanced up at me, a fiery expression on her face. I had to adjust my jeans to accommodate my suddenly growing cock.
She reached up with both hands and squeezed her breasts through the white fabric of her bra, then deftly flicked the clasp between the cups. I hadn't realized that the bra fastened in front until her breasts were suddenly and gloriously displayed for me. Annie stood still for a few seconds, letting my eyes scour her body, trying to indelibly imprint her image on my brain.
Her hands went back to her breasts, kneading them gently before pinching her nipples. She pulled her nipples out from her body, her mouth moving silently as she fondled them. I started rubbing myself through my jeans, never taking my eyes off her.
Leaving her right hand to work her breasts, first one then the other, her left hand trailed down to her thighs. She started to slowly raise her skirt, bunching it into her hand, revealing more and more of her smooth, tanned legs to me.
I'd seen her legs before, had seen her in shorts, but this was more erotic. Her well-muscled, yet petite calves came into view. My hands would have easily fit all the way around one of them. I noticed that her legs were slightly spread, her feet at about shoulder width. The muscles in her legs appeared to be slowly twitching as she continued to lift the skirt.
My eyes jumped back to her chest for a moment, looking at the way her dark nipples stood out. I watched as she moved her right hand from one breast to the other, slowly trailing her fingers over her skin before squeezing her flesh and assaulting her other nipple, pulling it as if trying to get it even more excited.
As her knees came into view, I saw that they were slightly bent, pushing her back and into the door as she revealed herself to me millimeter by millimeter. Her thighs, smooth and round, were revealed as she continued to pull the skirt up. I wondered what they would feel like if I were to run my tongue along their silky curves.
My dick was now aching for release so I unfastened the button on my jeans and slowly lowered my zipper. Annie's eyes were now drawn to my crotch, to the bulge she had created there, and to the line of my cock as it strained against the fabric. I could hear her breath catching in her throat as her left hand continued the work of lifting her skirt.
Her right hand left her breasts completely exposed as it moved down to join her left. The skirt was up to the middle of her thighs, and my eyes were glued to the shadowy recesses being divulged to me. Annie continue to disclose more and more of the flesh of her legs, her fingers now grazing along the insides of her thighs as she slowly moved the curtain of fabric higher.
I could see the tendons that connected the insides of her thighs with the cleft of her sex when she paused, waiting. My eyes came away with difficulty, but I looked up into her eyes. I realized that I was leaning forward on the couch, my fingers still pressing against the line of my erection through my underwear. I leaned back to see her face better.
"Same time," she whispered to me. I didn't trust myself to speak, so I nodded.
I raised myself off the couch, just a fraction, so that I could move my jeans down an inch or two. My fingers found the waistband of my underwear and I began to pull them down as Annie pulled her skirt up. I could feel the cooler air of the room on my erection. I don't know if Annie reacted at all to my revelation -- my eyes were locked on the junction of her legs and the place where her pussy was coming into view.
I had anticipated panties, but she wasn't wearing any. Her perfectly shaved pussy came into view, her lips swollen and with a hint of moisture on them. She held her skirt out of the way with her left hand. Spreading her legs even further, the fingers of her right hand started to spread the moisture from her slit, taking it to her clit and rubbing slowly all around the outside of her pussy.
My own hand was now a fist, wrapped around the shaft of my cock, slowly pistoning. I didn't want to come too soon and spoil this moment, but I also knew that I wouldn't last very long. Already I could feel a tell-tale tightening of my balls, preparing to orgasm.
The sight of Annie, her chest bared, the straps and cups of her bra hanging to the side, and her legs spread while her fingers slowly worked their way around the slick lips of her pussy were almost more than I could stand. I moved my eyes over her body and up to her face.
Her dark eyes were locked on the motion of my hand over my cock. Annie's lips were slightly parted and, as I looked, her tongue darted across them; wetting them and making them shimmer in the dim lights of the room. She slid down until she was sitting against the door with her legs spread apart.
