I joined the team at Waterman's with the prospect of managerial advancement, a pay hike – naturally – and having dated just about every eligible girl at Forster Clark. But with a team of just seventeen here, the majority of whom were guys, something told me it was time to concentrate upon my career rather than sex life.
There was, however, one shining light on the female front, in the shapely shape of Eve, the girl that sat opposite. Probably in her mid twenties, a year or two my senior, I couldn't help but fancy her from the first day. An absolutely stunning brunette with great tits and arse and the most gorgeous pouty blowjob lips, it was evident she was the girl every other guy in the department wanted.
That first lunchtime in the bar with the guys I was bombarded with questions about what I thought of my sexy co-worker, and by two o'clock, each and every fantasy of the half a dozen other guys had been imparted. I formed the impression, though, that fantasies were all they were.
Sat alongside me at my desk, Eve was given the task of showing me the systems and working practices and generally taking in hand my initial training. There were of course other things I wished she'd take in hand, and it became harder and harder to contain myself. A regular visitor to the toilets, she must have thought I had a particularly weak bladder. Or maybe she realised the effect she was having.
This girl had office chic down to an art form, each day finding new outfits to tease the senses. Her breasts would strain against sheer pastel shirts, constricted and aching to break free whilst her nipples retained a permanent nub, owing to the air conditioning. As time went on, the shorter her skirts became, revealing a pair of soft, creamy thighs and the most angular legs outside the catwalk. Rarely was she without heels, always black, always high.
To put it rather crudely, I just wanted to lift Eve onto the desk, lift up that little skirt, and fuck her brains out.
The trouble was, after two months the training was more or less done. No more close contact, no more legs brushing mine, no more furtive glances and no more sensuous scent teasing my nostrils. And though I sat opposite, we had one of those great big partitions that turned each desk virtually into a booth, cut off from those around us. I had to keep thinking up new ways to slip round and see her, the most stupid queries on simple cases. Eve must have thought I was a complete moron.
Six tortuous months passed and, despite a little innocent flirting and an ever-helpful demeanour, unfortunately there was no reason to suspect that feelings were mutual. Besides which the office telegraph suggested she preferred women to men.
One morning, however, things took an incredible turn.
With a tough week ahead and a lot of catching up to do, fresh back from the summer holiday, I caught the early train and headed into the office an hour early. Eve's eight-to-four shift meant she was always first in, and it was her low-pitched voice, the only disturbance in an otherwise empty office, that drifted lazily down the aisle. So wrapped up was she in the conversation that I managed to make it to my desk unnoticed, the solid screen between us dictating that she remained hidden, though her words permeated the barrier and my early morning haze.
Subconsciously I began to listen in, my attention drawn as the conversation veered off on an unexpected tangent. "Yeah, yeah, I know honey, I didn't want to go either," Eve apologised. "But as soon as I get home tonight I want you waiting to fuck me silly."
My eyes widened, eyebrows nudging my fringe and I felt myself shrinking into the chair, frightened all of a sudden of discovery. I barely dared breathe.
"What do you mean, what am I doing?" Eve giggled. "What do you think I'm doing?" she added teasingly.
There was a slight pause before she sighed. "Mmmm, that's it: yeah I'm just squeezing my right nipple a little through my shirt...Oh, it feels won-derful."
I shrank deeper into the chair, a trickle of sweat snaking its way down my brow, barely able to believe what I was hearing and that she could be so brazen. But then I guess she wasn't used to company at this time of day.
Caught in a hybrid of emotions, I was jealous to discover she had a lover, yet at the same time turned on beyond belief by the words and my perception of what she was doing to herself touching distance away. If only I could see. If only...
