"Hi, my name is Jack. I'm a rather shy, Hispanic, hard working machine parts sales representative. I'm also a classically good looking, tall, dark and handsome man. Like most men, I have a vivid sexual imagination but unlike most men, I have little courage to pursue the women I'm attracted to. Being unlucky in love and painfully shy leaves me to rely on my imagination for companionship. I've been in a fantasy relationship with my Brown Eyed Girl for over a year now."
"Hi, my name is Debbie. I'm also painfully shy. I'm well educated, but work under my potential as a receptionist for a mid-sized manufacturing plant. Truth be told, I masturbate furiously and frequently, but lack the courage to go after what I desire. In my heart, I know I'm pretty. I think my best feature is my eyes. They are big, brown, and sparkle when I'm happy. Most days, I doubt myself. I've had a crush on a man named Jack for over a year. He's a sales rep for one of our suppliers. I can't get the courage to say more than hello to him. Occasionally I manage to answer his office related questions. Most days, I just flash my sexiest smile at him and secretly hope that he will make a move to advance our obvious lust for each other."
Jack comes across many beautiful women in his travels to the administrative offices of the businesses he sells to. The women in these offices often flirt with him but he fears pursuing them.
Jack explains, "I know that my big, brown, luscious cock will more than satisfy them, but I'm so desperately afraid of connection and commitment that I get tongue tied talking to women. The way I cope is by imaging that I actually have a relationship with some of the women I come across in my travels. My shrink discourages these fantasy relationships, but what the fuck does he know."
As he plans his daily schedule, Jack makes mental notes to be sure to interact with certain women. For example, on Monday mornings, he makes it a point to talk to the little angry and depressed looking redhead with the tattoos on her lower back and left breast. He finds her green eyes extremely calming, but lately they seemed glazed over, as if her new marriage (her second as far as Jack knew) is beating her down. Last week, Jack was shocked to see that she seemed to no longer tend to her beautiful red hair. She typically wears it in a punk, messy style that he finds very alluring. Over the past several months, her hair has become flat and lifeless.
Jack explains, "I'm convinced that the little red head and I have an unspoken attraction. I imagine she secretly knows I have a large brown cock and that she's aching to have it dangling above her mouth, just barely touching her lips, as she kneels in front of me, hands restrained behind her back, blindfolded and begging for it."
On his Wednesday sales stop, Jack is completely captivated by the administrative assistant at one of the manufacturing plants on his route. She has beautiful brown hair styled a bit like Marlo Thomas in the old "That Girl" situation comedy. Her eyes are big, brown, and always sparkle when he walks by. Jack often wondered if she's really coming on to him, or whether he is just lost in lust and creating something in his head that's not really there. After careful analysis over several months, Jack noticed that unlike with other visitors to the plant, no matter what she's doing, when he walks by, she stops to give him a wanting, sexy smile.
Jack reflected, "It's the kind of smile that makes me think that she needs me, needs my cock, needs my mouth on her genitals, and needs my tongue to probe her little white, aching asshole. She also seems very shy. We actually rarely speak. She smiles at me. I smile at her."
Last week, the "Brown Eyed Girl" was very friendly to Jack. He walked by her desk several times and each time, she stopped what she was doing to give him a wanting glance.
"It's embarrassing," Jack thought. "I feel rather pathetic trying to find excuses to walk by her office area. At one point last week, we were locked in a goofy gaze of mutual admiration that made us both blush."
Her office mate looked at the two of them with a sarcastic snicker, as if to say, "Look you two, why don't you just get a room!"
On this particular Wednesday morning, Jack woke up at 4:30 a.m. with his mind filled with thoughts of seeing Debbie, the Brown Eyed Girl, later that morning. As he drifted in and out of sleep, he lapsed into the most erotic dream he's had in years.
Jack explains, "In the dream, I was determined to send my Brown Eyed Girl a clear signal that I want to violate her. I was trying to figure out what I could wear that might take our flirtation to the next level and ultimately settled on wearing my pleated slacks without underwear so she could see the outline of my cock as I walked by. In the dream, I made it a point to walk into her office area and position myself so that as she sat at her desk, my cock was dangling tantalizing in front of her. While discussing some inane business matters, I could see she was distracted by the outline of my cock. The expression on her face suggested that she was filled with desire. She was seated at her desk and while we discussed the problems with the Xerox machine, she interrupted the conversation, licked her lips and looked directly at my crotch. It was the clearest signal she ever gave me that she was wanting and ready to take me on. I felt my penis growing inside my pants, and instantly felt the embarrassing sensation of pre-cum lacing the head of my cock.
"In the dream, I shyly walked off, but she called me back. When I asked what she wanted, she scribbled a brief note and handed it to me."
The note read, "I know you are not wearing any underwear, and I know you did so for me. I see how you look at me. You want me?"
"In the dream, my expression was one of disbelief," Jack reflected. "I walked away from the reception area reading the note. Gathering myself, I found a quiet corner in the waiting area and wrote back to her, "Yes, I want you so bad; I ache at night for you. Please let me have you. You won't be disappointed."
"I discretely passed her the note, and within a short time, I heard an over head page calling for me to dial extension 234. I found a house phone, and when I completed the call, I discovered that it was my Brown Eyed Girl on the other end."
"Meet me in the upstairs lounge at 12:30. Go to the supply closet in the back. Knock twice and I'll let you in," she said.
"With that," Jack explained, "there was a click and the line went dead. I was stunned but wildly excited by this offer. I tended to some business matters, but come 12:25, made my way to the upstairs lounge. I quickly spotted the supply closet and knocked twice. The door slowly opened, I could see the shadow of a woman on her knees. Cautiously, I walked in and almost immediately felt the woman swiftly undoing my pants and hungrily groping for my cock. I stood in the darkened supply closet, allowing her to have her way with me.
"I sighed deeply, as she fondled my semi erect cock. It quickly became swollen and rock hard. I felt her lips kissing the head of my now over-excited prick. I grabbed my shaft with my large, muscular hands and offered it to her by bending my swollen penis towards her wanting mouth. My Brown Eyed Girl wrapped her lips around the head of my shaft while gripping it with both hands. She spit into her right hand and rubbed her now slippery hand along my shaft while simultaneously licking the head of my cock. I moaned with pleasure and exhaled deeply as she gripped my cock tightly and slapped herself in the face and lips with it."
