Meeting Jenny

She came into my life in the most unusual way. I was an IT manager, and she was the damsel in distress. Ok, so maybe not so exceptional, but definitely memorable.

I got the call around 1:30 in the afternoon on a Friday. I had been planning to take off early, so I was a little pissed when the call came through. The boss man made it clear, though. I needed to take care of this issue personally.

I walked into her office, and all I saw was ass. I couldn't help it. She had the roundest, firmest ass I had ever seen. And I was an ass man.

I slowly took in the rest of her, from her sensible low heeled shoes to the conservative black skirt that hugged her in all the right places. My gaze traveled upward, once again pausing to admire her ass, and continued up her back to take in her honey blonde hair.

Fuck. I had a thing for blondes, too.

I saw her hand gesturing in the air as she talked with forced politeness to someone on the other end of the phone. She had the old school phone tucked between her chin and one shoulder, and was twirling the short, twisted cord in one hand. She slowly pivoted, and I took her in before she saw me in the room.

She was fucking gorgeous. Her blonde hair was wild. It looked like earlier in the day, she may have had it in a bun or ponytail. But sometime during the day, her hair had lost the battle. This was confirmed when he noticed a thin hair tie on her other wrist. She wore very little makeup, and she didn't have to. Her skin seemed to glow from within and her soft, pink lips were currently pursed into the most adorable frown. She had this little wrinkle between her eyes, and a pair of very professional, very expensive looking glasses were perched on her cute little nose.

She continued talking obliviously on the phone while I took in the rest of her. Shit, her chest was amazing. Once again, professional looking clothing could not hide her gorgeous body. Her tits were upthrust and her shirt was straining to hold them in. She was thick, and I had a weakness for thick girls. My eyes took in the front on her legs, hugged by the rest of that skirt. I made a silent note to send the big guy a gift basket for making me take this call. She was definitely more interesting than what I had planned for this evening.

I decided then and there that she would be mine.

Because I'm a good looking guy, and because I work around a lot of women, I wear a wedding ring. It isn't hard to notice the hungry stares of the women in the office. I've been getting those looks my whole life.

I played football in high school, and my 6" 1' frame is still thick and imposing. My body seemed to bring some kind of animal reaction out in women whenever I walked into a room. In high school, it had been great. In my early twenties, it had been fabulous. At 31, however, it got a little annoying when trying to deal with technical issues all day. I like to get shit done fast, and most "damsels" were really just looking for an excuse to talk to a brother.

I slipped the wedding ring off, and placed it in my pocket. She seemed to be having an internal conflict as she finally finished the call and hung up the phone. I watched in amusement as she threw a silent tantrum, stomping and all, and mouthed the words "FUCKKKKKKKK YOUUUUUUUU" as she flipped off the phone with the rage of a cuddly teddy bear. She then physically pulled herself together, trying to smooth her crazy hair with her hands as the anger left her body.

She was turning to walk behind her desk when she saw me. She froze, looked me up and down, and did the most delicious thing. She threw her head back and laughed. And I don't mean a little chuckle or an embarrassed laugh because she had been caught. I mean a real, genuine laugh. I think I fell in love right then and there.

"Well," she laughed, "THAT wasn't embarrassing at all! Welcome to the crazy lady's office. How can I help you?"

She flashed a cheeky smile, and I immediately noticed her dimple and straight, white teeth. Shit. This girl was going to kill me.

I laughed and said, "Well, I think I'm the one who is supposed to be helping you. I'm Chad from the IT department. I think you were having an issue?"

"Boy am I," she answered much too quickly. She walked towards me, and her wide, green eyes pierced into my soul. Her hands began to gesture wildly as she started to give the most potty mouthed speech I had ever heard in the workplace.

"I'm new here and I'm supposed to be working on this project and people are assholes and I have to play nice, which really isn't my thing, you know? And then! Then! I have to talk to these assholes on a phone that has a cord the size of a mouse's dick. And do you know what you cannot do, no matter how hard you try, Chad, to a mouse's dick? You cannot twirl the mouse's dick and pace at the same time. This is essential for my job, Chad. You must understand. If you do not want me to personally go ape shit on these assholes, and these fuckers won't let me smoke in this damn building, then I must be able to twirl and pace. Do you feel me, Chad? Do you feel me?"

The earnest look in her eyes made me laugh out loud. She then flashed that wicked smile again, threw out her hand and said, "I'm Jenny, by the way. Or crazy lady. Or whatever you want."

Oh I knew what I wanted. I embraced her hand and was delighted to find it soft and feminine. She didn't wear any rings, a discreet look helped me make sure, and I could smell her scent from this proximity. It also gave me a great view of her tits, though I tried to remain professional by looking at her smiling face.

I tugged her hand a little, leaned closer and whispered conspiratorially, "Don't worry, Jenny. It'll be our little secret." Then I winked and smiled at her.

"OOOOH," she laughed. "I am so gonna loveeeee you! You just made my day."

She walked back behind her desk and sighed as she slid back in her chair. She looked like she was coming down from whatever crazy high she had just been on. She pulled a chapstick out of her pocket and began slowly applying the balm to her luscious lips. She was methodical about it too, taking her time like she was savoring the feel of her lips being coated. Her eyes closed, she rubbed her lips together, making sure every single nook was properly coated, and put the chapstick in her pocket. Her eyes opened as her lips opened and she looked like a fucking wet dream. I remembered myself as she looked up at me again and began to talk in a normal, slightly girlish tone.

"Ok, for real though, that's not really the thing I was supposed to call you about. I can't access my files from some drive, and I need them for a presentation next week. I swear to you, I am not a ditz. I just...like, I have a lot that goes on in my brain and I forget shit. Like my mouth, sorry bout that. And I think I'm just not familiar with the system or something and it would just really save me a lot of time if you could just, like...do it for me?"

The last part was asked as a question, and I nodded sure. I had gotten these requests before, and it always helped out when people remember your name because you have done them a favor. But I would have done this anyway. I loved her energy and my interest was piqued.

I got out of my chair, and she jumped up to offer up hers. We switched spots, and she leaned over the desk, trying to get a look at what I was doing. I concentrated on the screen, aware of her presence and the closeness of her breasts. I turned the screen slightly, making it easier for her to see, but still angled enough away that she had to lean her heavy breasts across the desk.

I'm gonna fuck her on this desk one day. Shit, focus.

I began to pull up different systems on her computer when I felt her gaze shift from the screen to me. I felt her eyes take in my face slowly, memorizing the angles. When her eyes fell on my lips, she involuntarily pulled her teeth across her recently slicked bottom lip. The bottom of her teeth slid across easily with almost no friction. She licked her lips quietly and pretended to feign interest in what I was doing.

"So, Chad," she said. "How long have you worked here? Do you like it here?"

We began to make small talk while I fixed her access in the system so she could get to her files. I glanced up from the screen when she said something witty or asked a follow up question, which was often. She was funny, smart, self assured and fine as hell. I glanced around the room and didn't see any pictures of family anywhere. She was new, though. Maybe she hadn't had time to put anything up.

I took as long as I could making the changes, but honestly, it was a quick job. I updated the antivirus, did other system updates and made sure the desktop was user friendly just to kill time. Finally, I informed her that everything was fixed.

She beamed at me. "My hero," she murmured while fluttering her long eyelashes. In a deep southern drawl, she whispered, "How can I ever repay you?"

My eyes narrowed as I leaned forward and whispered back in my best imitation of her southern drawl, "Just doin my job, ma'am. I reckon you could invite me out for coffee though, if you reallllly feel the need to repay me."

She laughed and said, "Deal. But not coffee. There must be alcohol involved, my treat of course. And it's got to be somewhere where I can smoke."

My eyebrows raised a little. "Cigarettes?" I questioned, leaving the unasked question hanging out there.

Her eyebrows lifted, and she giggled with awareness. "My man, my man. We are gonna be GOOD friends."

We set a date for later in the day. She still had to put in a couple of hours of work on her presentation. I was turning to leave when she called my name one last time. I turned to stare at her.

She looked me straight in the eye, smiled widely and said, "Don't forget my cord."

You better believe I wouldn't forget.