I am not a morning person. In fact, I seem to do my best work after the sun goes down. I guess that's why I work past quitting time most nights. I compensate by going in around noon. My boss doesn't mind as long as I complete my assignments on schedule.
I hate the hustle and bustle of the office during the day. The noise is so distracting. After everyone goes home at five, my brain kicks into gear. The quiet and solitude lets me concentrate and I do my best work.
One night, it must have been around nine or ten, I heard the cleaner working her way through the office space - a bit later than usual, I thought to myself.
When she got close to my cube I looked up from where I sat at my desk, and realized it wasn't one of the usual crew. In fact, not only was she not one of the older, rather frumpy looking women I was used to seeing, she was a stunningly fresh and beautiful girl; barely out of her teens, I surmised.
I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I tried not to be too obvious, watching out of the corner of my eye, pretending to work. As she got closer to my cubicle, I became aware of moisture between my legs. I was getting aroused by the beautiful creature!
When she finally entered my cube, I was really on edge.
"Hi. You're new, aren't you... I know all the girls on the cleaning crew," I declared.
"Oh... hello, yes, I just started. I'm afraid I'm running a bit behind schedule... still learning the routine," she responded.
"That's okay, nobody here but me. I'm Joan, by the way," I told her, extending my hand.
Her face lit up with the most beautiful smile.
"Oh, thank you... most people don't talk to the cleaners. I'm Maria," she said, taking my hand in hers.
"You have a beautiful smile, Maria," I said, still holding her hand. Her fingers were soft and warm. I didn't want to let go; her touch was sending little jolts of excitement through my body.
Her smile got bigger.
"Thank you again Miss Joan." She said, still holding my hand.
"In fact, you're just about the prettiest girl I've ever seen," I told her. Her face turned bright red.
"I just love your long hair," I added.
Her black hair was down to her waist, even though it was pulled back into a ponytail.
Just then, she bent down to pick up the wastebasket next to my desk.
I gasped audibly; she froze in place when she heard my sharp intake of breath. Her loose tank top was hanging down as she bent, fully exposing her gorgeous breasts to me - she wasn't wearing a bra. She had large dark areolas and very large nipples. I was riveted... I couldn't move my eyes from them. She followed my gaze downward and saw what had me mesmerized.