"I can't believe it." I thought to myself. I was staring at Lori my next door cubical mate. I've had a crush on her since she started working here.
She had just returned from lunch and had taken off her jacket. The zipper on the back of her knee length, black dress was half way down her naked back meaning she wasn't wearing a bra today. Oblivious to her exposure, she sat at her desk and picked up her ringing phone.
I watched her chat on the phone while the zip crept further and further downward to the small of her back. I could just make out the black lace panties she was wearing. Her long dark brown hair had to be tickling her exposed skin.
"Okay, I'll talk to you about it later... Please! Just do it! Bye, Tom!" Lori signed off before recradling the phone with a bit of authority. She continued to do stuff at her desk with her back towards me.
I wasn't sure whether I should mention something or not. I was in flux. Continue to enjoy the view or be a gentleman and tell her.
I'm no handsome, chiselled, male model but women seem to like me. I'm not obnoxious or vain or macho. And for some reason, I guess that makes them trust me.
After a few minutes, I surmised Lori wasn't going to realize that she was uncovered.
"Er... Lori." I started and then in a more subdued voice said "I'm not sure if you are aware that the back of your dress is unzipped."
Lori turned to me as she reached around to feel how open it was. "Oh jezz!" She said under her breath as she struggled to pull the zip up. "Thanks for letting me know. You're a good guy for telling me. Most others would let it go to see how embarrassed I could get."
"That's okay. I'm sure you would do the same if it happened to me."
"What? The back of your dress becoming undone?" Lori chuckled.
"Yeah aaa... No!" I stammered and started to turn away.
"Ummm!" she pursed her lips tightly. "Crap!"
"What's wrong?" I swivelled my chair back towards her.
"This zip always gets jammed." Lori wiggled and struggled. "Tom helped me this morning with it."
Lori reached behind, over her back, twisted left then right then finally asked. "Umm... Do you think you can help me with this?"
I stood up and took two steps towards her. She smiled and nodded while she looked below my belt.
"Was my fly open?" I thought as I looked downwards.
"Geo!" Lori exclaimed. "That looks impressive."
There was a definite tent jutting from my loose dress pants. I felt the blood rush to my face. "Aaa... I'm sorry, Lori. I..."
"No, it's kind of cute. Not in a small way, but it's cute that I could do that to you." Lori brown eyes sparkled. "And it doesn't look that small."
I don't own a massive weapon between my legs. It is about 7 inches long and pretty thick and gets extremely hard when I get an erection.
Lori turned her back to me and allowed me to try and get her zip zipped.
"Seems have caught some of the material." I told her. "I don't want to rip anything."
As I held the zip with my right hand, I pressed against her exposed skin. I jiggled it up and down a bit until it finally released itself. Carefully I zipped it all the way up and tried to do the hook at the top.
"Lori, looks like the eyelet at the top is ripped. I think that's why the zip slipped." I told her.
"Tom probably ripped it. If he didn't he probably didn't hook it anyways." Lori shook her head in disgusted. "That idiot husband of mine is really useless sometimes."
I returned to my desk.
"Thanks, Geo! You're a great guy. Not sure why no girl has ever caught you." Lori noted.
I just shrugged my shoulders.
At the end of the day, Lori collected her things and was about to leave. "Geo? Are you in a hurry? Feel like going for a drink or something?"
"Or something?" I asked.
"Just a drink." Lori amended. "Tom needs to drive to my mother's to fix something and won't be home until later. And I want to thank you for being a gentleman."
"Are you kidding?" I thought to myself. "A chance to spend more time with you, of course!"
Being single, it was easy for me to change my evening agenda, not that I had anything scheduled anyway.
"Okay, a drink, but you don't owe me anything for that." I said as I stood up to join her. In her black, 4-inch, high heeled shoes, we were about the same height. "Glad I could help."
The place was a bit crowded but we managed to find a spot at the bar. There was only one stool which I made Lori sit on and I stood beside her.
She ordered a glass of white and I had a Suntory 12 year old neat.
"Nice!" Lori smiled. "I like a man who enjoys scotch."
The patrons gathered thickly around the bar pushing me more towards Lori. She had crossed her legs right over left and her foot dangled between my knees. The hem of her skirt rose high enough to show me she was wearing stockings and not pantyhose.
"Geo, can you do me a favour? Reach behind under my jacket and check to see if my zip is still up?"
"With pleasure." I replied. I stretched my arms behind her. I placed my palm on her back and found bare skin. "Your zip has slipped again."
"Mmmm... Your hands are nice and warm." Cooed Lori. "And soft... Leave the zipper."
I could feel myself getting excited in my pants. The fact that Lori wore nylon stockings and rubbed her knee against my growing bulge didn't hurt.
Her breast heaved with each inhalation as I held her slim waist. Her hand was on her thigh and slowly inched forward towards my aching, hard cock. Only my suit jacket hid anyone from seeing our over the edge flirtation. Her long, painted red fingernail brushed and scratched against me.
"Bzzzzzz!" Angrily screamed her phone jolting both of us back to reality.
"Shit! It's Tom." She answered the call. "Hi... Okay, be home soon."
She disconnected the call. "Sorry, my mother didn't trust him to fix her problem so she ended up calling a pro. He's on his way home now so I have to go."
"That's okay. I understand." I sympathised.
"No, it's not okay. I really was enjoying our time." She stood and flipped a twenty on the bar. "You're a real nice guy and I'd like to do this again sometime."
"No, you don't have to ..." I started to say and tried to return the bill.
"Yes, I do. And I want to. Thanks." She interrupted and then gave me a kiss on the cheek. "See you tomorrow."
After she left, I had another shot and left. I thought about what had happened and by the time I got home, I had a massive boner needing attending to.
"Bing!" A text arrive on my phone.
"Had fun. Thanks. FYEO. ;-) L."
"For Your Eyes Only?" I opened the attachment. She had sent what I assumed to be a selfie of the back of her dress with the zip undone.
I quickly stripped off and jumped on my bed. Eyes closed, I started stroking myself. I've never felt harder or bigger. "Oh fuck, Lori! You're so sexy. I wish you were mine to love!" Thinking how her finger touched me through my pants at the bar.
"Oh fuck, Lori! I'm cumming!" I groaned and spewed my load.
I woke up the next morning with my regular aching, morning wood, but as I always got up late, I had to rush to get ready for work.
The ride there was typically uneventful, but for some reason I noticed the advertisements a bit more. There was one for breast enhancement surgery showing the cleavage you could obtain, a workout spa with a female dress in tight spandex and a dating site for those looking for extra company.