At 30, I had reached the peak of what middle class American girls had grown up believing they should have. I had a house, a career, two matched children in the right schools, and a husband that my friends all admired. Thanks to a rigorous workout program engineered by a comically stereotypical personal trainer, I retained the hard body with curves in the right places I had when I was twenty. Genetics had been kind as well, giving me a face pretty enough not to intimidate women but sexy enough to catch admiring looks. What I didn't have was sex. Of course, I had once a week on Saturday nights after a beer or two that didn't help his waning libido missionary sex that left me channel surfing and wondering if those pills on TV designed to increase a mans size -- and performance- really worked. The most excitement I usually had involved the bumpy gravel road that led up to the house on weekend bike rides with the kids. It's not that I could complain really, just that I knew something was missing, and I had a pretty good idea of it's exact dimensions- 36C, 25, 34 with dark hair and astonishingly blue eyes.
It wasn't that I was in love with Elizabeth, it was that I wanted to strip her naked and fuck her on the conference table by my office every single time I saw her. There were no complicated feelings involved, no nights of longing, just a deep conviction on my part that I wanted to do beautifully naughty things to her for about an hour. I saw her every day at work, but it was a big company so I didn't really know much about her other than that she worked in personnel.
So today when I got to work, in my standard sexually frustrated and extremely horny mood, I saw Elizabeth getting on to the escalator in a dress and heels, something that I rarely got to enjoy in our casual jeans and tees sort of office. I tried not to be obvious as I waited a few seconds to catch the escalator one stair behind her hoping to catch a glimpse of a little bit of thigh or maybe a hint of panty as she rode in front of me. I managed to step on just before one of the nerdy guys from the tech department who seemed to have the same idea. I gave him my best "you're such a pervert" look before I focused on attempting to see if the stainless steel running up the sides of the escalator was reflective enough to see anything enticing. I was so intent on my covert spying, I didn't have time to react when the escalator suddenly stopped and I literally bumped my face into her very soft ass. Some jackass, who totally deserved a promotion in my book, had caught his shoestring in the stairs and pushed the emergency stop button.
Realizing there was no graceful way to say "Sorry I had my nose in your ass, but I will be masturbating to the memory of this moment for weeks to come," all I managed was a weak smile and an "oops".
To my surprise, Elizabeth looked back and winked and said "that was the most fun I've had all week!"
We climbed the last two stairs and departed to our respective offices, but I couldn't stop wondering if she was serious. Between that and replaying how soft her ass was and how good the warm fabric of her dress felt against my face, I got almost no work done all morning.
Since I wasn't being productive anyway, I decided to head down to the cafeteria for lunch. I usually stayed away, having quickly grown tired of limp salads and unidentifiable fried lumps of something. But today I decided to grab a quick salad and a drink and try to get some work done. As I paid for my nearly inedible food, I happened to glance into the seating area. Elizabeth was seated at a table, wearing the cutest pair of glasses, which I noticed because she was staring directly at me. She lifted her chin slightly and there was a slight smile on her soft lips, which I wanted to believe was an invitation to eat her pussy right there at the table but which was more likely an invitation to join her. I grabbed my lunch and headed over, sitting across from her where I could get a view of the delicious looking mounds of her breasts spilling out of her dress.
"So did you enjoy our little run-in this morning as much as I did?" she said as I sat down.
Surprised by her directness, I tried to bluff, saying "I had almost forgotten."
She laughed, a beautiful tinkling sound, and said "Then why are you squirming in your seat right now?"
I tried to regain my composure, but being so near her was having a definite effect. I could feel the lips of my pussy starting to throb insistently, dampening the fabric of my lace panties. All of a sudden, I felt her bare foot teasing the top of mine, and she leaned forward offering an even tastier view of the breasts I was imagining licking at that very moment.
