It sounds like a story that should start "I never thought that something like this would ever happen to me," but it actually did happen. There's a custodial crew who works in our office every day so I saw them around frequently enough that I'd say "hello" to each of them. One of them just happened to be young and cute so maybe I was a little more friendly to her or smiled a little more whenever I saw her. Even in her "uniform" of black slacks and a red polo shirt and with her hair always up, she couldn't hide the fact that she was not only cute but had a nice curvy figure. I don't think that I was leering at her and we never said more than "hello" so I wasn't flirting with her. Of course, I also assume that, if she was smiling at and saying "hello" to me, she probably did the same for my coworkers, too. There are hundreds of people in the office so why would I think that she treated me any differently?
Well, as it turned out, although I wasn't the only blue-eyed blond guy in the office, it was definitely my appearance that caught her attention. She was Latina so dark hair, dark eyes and darker skin. It didn't really occur to me that my appearance would seem so unique to her. Of course I didn't find all of this out until after we had a few real conversations. She wound up being the one to initiate this one day when I went into one of the kitchens to clean out my coffee cup and she was there cleaning up. We exchanged our usual "hello" but she went a little further this time.
"Would it be weird for me to ask what your name is," she asked, "since I see you all the time? It just seems like it'd be nice to be able to say 'Hello...'"
"Chuck," I supplied.
"Chuck," she repeated, "Hello, Chuck."
"Hello..." I trailed off.
"Isabella," she supplied so I stuck out my hand and we shook hands, "My boss would be mortified if he saw this. He thinks we should be invisible and just do our jobs without any interaction."
"Yeah, he does seem a little uncomfortable when I acknowledge him," I confirmed, "but I don't want to get you in trouble so I'll make sure that I'm discreet."
"Thanks," she said, "that's sweet of you."
"You must know all of the unused and unknown areas of this building, though," I said, as I resumed cleaning out my coffee cup, "so if you ever want to hang out and there's someplace we can do it without any chance of him interrupting us, I'd be cool with meeting up with you somewhere."
"Like just take a break during the day and hang out for a bit?" she asked, "Yeah, I'm sure I'd enjoy that. Let me figure out where the best place would be."
"Or places," I suggested, "so we can stay one step ahead of him."
She laughed at that then we swapped contact information so she could message me when she was taking a break and where. The first couple of times we met up, it was strictly innocent and social, getting to know each other better and griping about our jobs a little. There was definitely a spark between us, though, so things evenually went in a less innocent direction. It really started when I asked if I could see her with her hair down. She took the hair tie out and gave her hair a good shake so that it fell down about her shoulders. It was long and thick and black and, though she was cute with her hair up, she was hot with it down. I couldn't resist her at that point so I moved closer, inspiring her to do the same. We slipped into each other's arms as our lips came together and, after a very nice first kiss, our tongues were soon in each other's mouths. My cock was immediately stiff but I wasn't certain that I'd get to do anything with it until she broke off our kiss.
"I'm very curious about something," she said, kind of sheepishly, "I've been surrounded my entire life by brown men with brown skin and brown eyes and black hair and you're so much different than what I'm accustomed to."
"So what are you curious about?" I asked, "How I look naked?"
She nodded, looking hopeful.
"I will if you will," I said, "but are you sure we can do this here without getting caught?"
"I'm pretty sure," she replied, "and I'm willing to take the risk."
"Okay," I said, "I'm in."
We were in an unused office with the door closed in an area of the building that saw little foot traffic so I wasn't too worried about one of my coworkers walking in on us; I was more concerned that her boss would come looking for her but she didn't appear to be worried. As I was raising my polo shirt up over my head, she massaged the front of my slacks, feeling my throbbing tool restrained inside. She sat down and unfastened my belt then opened my slacks and let them drop. My briefs were tented out by my tool so, after massaging it again through them, she slid them down so that it sprang out. She caressed it as she was thoroughly looking it over.
"So pink," she said, then wrapped her lips around it. I moaned softly as she engulfed my cock in her warm mouth and started sliding her lips up and down my shaft. She pumped the base of my cock while skillfully sucking me off as I ran my fingers through her thick, black hair. I got the impression that she wasn't necessarily blowing me for my pleasure or to demonstrate her skills as a cocksucker; it seemed more like she was repeatedly engulfing my pink cock in her mouth because she was enjoying it. I was certainly enjoying it, too, and could almost immediately feel an orgasm beginning to build. I savored the incredible pleasure that I was feeling, not trying to hold back to enjoy it longer, even though I would certainly have been happy to feel that pleasure for much longer. I knew we couldn't hang out there all day and I still wanted to get her naked and at least attempt to provide as much pleasure to her as she was providing to me.