Starting a new job is always an exciting time as things are new with lots of challenging things to learn. I've always been of the opinion that if you are not learning something then it's time to find a new challenge. Some individuals like the consistency of certain jobs. Minimal responsibilities. Steady. Consistent. No major changes. Admittedly sometimes I feel it would be easier to be complacent. But I suppose I'm not made that way. After a while the need for more of a challenge grows to a point that you cannot ignore.
So after about 7 years I felt this starting to creep up on me. I found that I was feeling stuck. Not that I was unable to help make a difference, quite the contrary. By all rights one could say there was a certain amount of influence in the position that I was in. I had developed close relationships with our engineering that allowed me to lean on them to influence changes when necessary. The same could be said for other departments like manufacturing and service techs. I had also developed good relationships with our vendors as well as customers. Some of whom skipped their normal chain of contact to speak to me directly. As with any company the personalities were diverse; sometimes good, think sugar and water, other times not as good, think oil and water! I had made many friends who would prove to be friends well beyond our days as coworkers. And of course there were a few hot female coworkers.
Now I should briefly note that I've never been one who's into himself. Just the opposite may be true. Though I come across as naturally confident and easily take the lead when necessary I have always been a little reserved at how I rate with the opposite sex. Having come from a conservative background I've learned to present myself well. At 6'5" 195lbs I have a very athletic body. Though some have accused me of just being skinny, the reality is that I pride myself in my cut frame. Not that I'm a body builder or a training nut but I try to keep myself very active and in a good form. I've also taken a secret pride in being above average in both length and girth. Not that anyone around me would know any of that being dressed in casual business attire day in and day out. They would also not know that I'm a secret exhibitionist at heart, and just wishing for an opportunity to express it!
I have an easy going personality and seem to make personal connections well with my female coworkers. Though sadly, I believe, it is mostly the "nice guy syndrome." They are comfortable around me because I'm respectful of them, don't make rude passes at them, and generally want to listen to them and if at all possible truly help in any way I can. Secretly though, I wish they knew. I wish they shared the secret that I'd love to share with them. Blood would flow to all the wrong places, at least for the workplace, when I would catch that glimpse of extra cleavage. Or when that natural beauty drops that "something" and shows the T of her sexy lace panties as she bends over to retrieve it from the floor. I know that because I'm the good guy it is probably accidental or maybe I'm truly a little naive in my observations. Either way, inside, the good guy was always fighting back that wish to react.
During a particularly frustrating time in my life I seemed to have as much stress outside of work as I did at work. Things just did not seem to be going well. It was one particularly frustrating day I was working on a difficult customer issue that required a co-effort with a particularly hot coworker who was, and still is, the center of many late night relief sessions. We had become pretty close as far as coworkers go. Over time she was confiding some of her work frustration in me and, seemingly, genuine in seeking my advice. I was likewise able to share some similar frustrations, well, at least the ones I could share. And over time we developed camaraderie of sorts.
This one particular day she wore grey, very form fitting, yoga pants with a long shirt that stopped about midway down her great ass. It was all I could do to not make a fool of myself by staring, but being the good guy that I was, I managed. She made a couple of trips to my office to work on this issue. The first time, as she sat across the desk from me, I couldn't help but notice her glances appeared to be at my slightly stiff member region. Nah It was just my wishful thinking. If only she knew how much I wanted to show her what she was imagining. The second time she came in she had to show me something on the database. So coming around the desk she leaned past me over to my computer giving me a wonderful (clothed) side view of her very inviting breasts and nicely shaped back side. If only she knew how much I wanted to reach up and massage those perfectly shaped breasts and that perfect ass.
At one point she finally called my desk asking for clarification on a particular part. Being late in the day the production floor was now empty. So I told her to meet me at the warehouse location and we could verify the part. Lo and behold the location was on a second row! Without a ladder or fork lift close by I jokingly offered to boost her up. OK she said! I stood like an idiot and apparently hesitated too long as she then walked past me and started to climb the rack in front of me. So now here I am with the best ass in the building seemingly barely covered by grey yoga pants that perfectly followed every curve of her gorgeous behind and all this mere inches in front of my face. As I'm struggling to not be caught staring, while keeping her from falling off the racks, I now also have to contend with a raging hard on!
