This incident happened probably 15 years ago, back when I was single. I met Robin on my first day of work at my present company. She was the secretary responsible for processing all the benefits paperwork and those kinds of records for all new employees. She looked to be about 40, had rich dark brown skin, shoulder-length hair, and was a little on the chunky side. To be blunt, she was pretty unremarkable as women went, especially from the perspective of a twenty-something male.
Fast forward a couple years, I was now a contract negotiator and Robin had moved up to handle the logistical arrangements for our travel and other things. Both of our advancements resulted in being assigned our own offices. Well sort of. The way our company chose to handle this was that the large room that was originally meant for one person was divided into two smaller cubicles taking up the back half of the room. They were fairly spacious and somewhat private, the cubicle walls were probably six feet high, and so it wasn't easy to see over them. The front half of the room was taken up by some assorted furniture, a mismatched sofa and end table with a lamp on it, and an odd chair that we used as a coat rack in the winter. We jokingly called it our waiting room.
Over the next year or so, Robin and I really got to know one another. She always dressed very nicely, had a group of ladies that would stop by once a day to talk to her, seemed very involved with her two kids and her church, and overall just seemed like a great person. She always dressed well and she sold Mary Kay cosmetics, so her makeup and skin always looked flawless and she usually smelled REALLY good. Despite this, I never really had any sexual thoughts about her, like I said, she was pretty unremarkable. And plus, I was too busy chasing the big-titted blonde girl a couple offices away.
One afternoon, I was busily working on putting the finishing touches on a recently concluded deal. "Hey Robin," I said, getting up from my desk and walking over towards her cubicle. I tapped on the metal edge of the cube to announce my presence. "I have a quick question on the Schroeder deal."
As I stepped inside her cube, I happened to glance at her computer monitor. My breath caught in my throat. Robin was looking at a site selling lingerie, and several scantily clad beauties were displayed on her screen.
"I forget which hotel we're putting their execs in," I stammered, pretending not to notice. "Can you refresh my memory?"
Robin's finger frantically clicked the mouse, trying to close out of the website, and I noticed she was blushing.
"Yes, yes, I have it right here. Just give me a minute."
"I can come back if you want," I replied, trying to put her at ease.
"No, here it is," she replied, pulling herself together.
I thanked her for the information and turned to head back to my cube. She lightly placed a hand on my arm. "Please don't say anything to anybody about what you saw on my screen," she implored.
Now it was my turn to blush. I hadn't been sure if she had noticed that I saw the nearly naked models on her screen, but now that I knew she had, I felt like I was the guilty one. "I won't," I promised.
"I was looking at it because I want to buy something."
Now I really blushed. The last thing I wanted to know about was this middle-aged woman's underwear and, probably more important, why such a woman would be interested in something as skimpy as what I'd seen on the screen. I didn't know what to say, so I nodded and took another step towards my cube. She touched my arm again.
"Would you mind helping me?" she asked again.
"Sure, I think, what do you need?"
"Well," she hesitated, licking her lips and fidgeting in her chair. It was clear whatever it was made her feel uncomfortable. And to tell you the truth, it was making me a little uncomfortable too. "I want to buy something off that site I was looking at to surprise my husband. It's our anniversary coming up and, well," another pause and more fidgeting, "well things haven't been very good in the intimacy department lately. A couple of my girlfriends suggested buying something like that as a way to get him interested. They've made a bunch of recommendations about what I should get, but they're all women. And, well, I'd like to get a man's perspective on what he finds attractive. I don't know for sure, but I suspect what we think is sexy might be a little different from what you guys like." She finished speaking, took a long drink of water from the bottle on her desk, and leaned back in her chair seemingly spent from the effort of asking for my help.
I took a minute to collect my thoughts. This situation was so far out of the ordinary from what I was used to with this lady. I couldn't even believe it was the same person. "Uh, well, I have to say that this kinda caught me off guard. That said, I think your girlfriends have given you some good advice. And as far as helping out, I'd be happy to. What would you like me to do?"
"Oh thank you!" she said smiling and rising to give me a hug. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate it. I'd just like it if you could take a look at the four or five options I've picked out and tell me which one you think would do the trick."
"That I can do," I replied. "I'm certainly not going to complain about looking at some more of those pretty girls." We both laughed.
"Are you able to do it now?" she asked.
"Now? Uh, well sure, I suppose we could do it now."
"Great! I want to order it today so it'll be here by this weekend."
I stood behind her chair looking over her shoulder as she brought up the website again and went to her shopping cart. Was this really happening? I wondered if this would be something I should tell the guys about over beers this weekend. Probably not. It just felt a little weird, like helping your aunt or your mother's friend pick out a sexy swimsuit. And then, there they were, five different outfits of lace and other materials in black, white, and red. Most were bra and panty sets. I had trouble focusing initially, the one brunette model was extremely hot, and my cock twitched with lust. I'd have to put this one in my spank bank.
"Honestly Robin, all of these are really nice and uh, well, sexy, but if you're really looking to send a message to your husband, I think you might need something a little different. For starters, a lot of these sets are pretty complicated, lots of snaps and hooks and stuff. That can be a turnoff to a guy. Most times, well, we want," I trailed off, not knowing how far to take this conversation with this prim and proper lady.
