I will freely admit I looked great in uniform. Unlike a lot of my peers I hadn't grown the obligatory potbelly, nor was I excessively grey on top, nor was there any sign of balding. While I also admit I was no Adonis (any activity with the word "exercise" attached sent me running the other direction!), I was in pretty good shape as I approached the big 40. Six foot even, blonde hair and blue eyed, and single...again.
The greatest hardship to being a sailor has to be the family separation endured, by everyone. I'm a firm believer in "what I don't know won't hurt me" applies to both parties in a relationship. The only problem was, both my ex's weren't very good at hiding their "extracurricular" activities, and then lied about them. But, that's another story, another time...
This tale is about Laurie. Good things do come in small packages, and that's just the beginning of describing this little fuck machine. Beyond cute, this four foot something, black haired lady let me know right up Rob what she wanted. We were both about the same age, her husband working in the same building as us, but spent most of his time out on the field doing whatever it was he did. She was filling in for the department secretary, so she was constantly passing in Rob of, or near, the customer service desk where I worked.
This memorable day that I'm telling you about was winding down. I'd already packed up my bag and was standing at the counter leafing through the base paper and figuring out how early I could get away with leaving without notice. Laurie comes out of the offices, bag in hand, and flashes me a smile. She's wearing her whites this day, and I could almost swear I can see through them. Her body is perfect for her size; enough up top to be noticed, great legs, and a well rounded behind to balance things out. Did I mention she was a mother of three? You wouldn't know it by looking at her!
"Hey, Chief, another day dead! I'm heading to the gym before heading home. Wanna come?" She plopped her bag on the counter, put her coffee up out for me to fill, all the while batting her dark, sultry eyes at me.
"I think I'll pass, Laurie. There's a bottle, half a bottle of mixer, and a glass waiting for me at home. After this week, I think I need a bit of the sauce to forget this place."
"Too bad. I thought you might do me the favor and spot for me while I work out. I want to move up on my weights and reps this week." She said while rummaging through her bag for something, doing what most people do when in that act; lifting things out, moving things around, all of which drew my eyes to what she was doing. Spandex pants, sports bra, thong. I sighed. "Girl, if I didn't have something else to do..." I'd already made my plans, and I'd also promised to give a friend a ride home. "But....if you're gonna wear things like that I will be more than happy to spot you...and anything else you might need help with!"
I've always been a flirt, doing so with just about anyone with tits. I'd leer, wiggle my eyebrows, whatever it took to get a smile. To keep from getting into too much trouble, I made it a point to flirt with all the women that were receptive to it. Any that didn't like it I would stop, but most just took it as it was given. That's how I thought things were with Laurie, until she looked up from her bag then...
"Really? Well, we'll just have to see. I doubt if you could handle this anyway." With that she closed up her bag, grabbed her cup and said her goodbyes. I stood there, at a loss, watching that cute little ass sway back and forth and up and down as she headed to the door. I didn't lift my eyes fast enough and she caught my stare when she turned slightly to hip the door open. Her smile just got bigger as she headed toward the parking lot.
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Move forward a few months; the uniform change came and went, now everyone was wearing their working blues (really black shirt, black pants). I never did get the chance to spot for Laurie, but that didn't stop the banter, and I could tell there was something brewing with her. But, coward that I was, I didn't want to find out just in case I was reading things Rob. I was close to retiring and didn't want to face sexual harassment charges. I could find my entertainment elsewhere, and when that didn't pan out, there was always Rosie and her sisters.
It was another Friday night; I'd begged out of a dinner invite, picked up a pizza, and had just settled down to a bit of drinking and some tunes to wipe away the week. I didn't bother changing clothes, instead just getting rid of the uniform shirt and shoes. It being late in the year, it was dark outside already and the only light was coming from the kitchen (gotta see to measure!). I liked my time alone. After the last months of my second marriage, this was bliss; no slamming doors, no one trashing my stuff, and no one trying to "explain" their behavior.
I was well into my second drink and feeling a real nice buzz (ok, so I don't measure so well) when there was a knock at the door. Opening it, I was very surprised, and happy, to see Laurie standing there. There was a bit of moisture on her hair and raincoat, and she was still folding up her umbrella when she spoke.
"Hey there, Chief. It's nasty out there; I feel like I've walked through a puddle you would think is knee deep! Look at me!" I moved aside to let her in.
"If you're going to come to my abode, maybe it can be "Rob" instead of "Chief".
She smiled up at me, "Okay. I was kinda hoping we could get around all that some time soon. Why's it dark in here? You not paying your bills or something?"
I shut the door and step around her, not quite sure where this is going, but hoping... "I like the dark", I said, "It's just me, and I've got the important lights on – the kitchen and the bathroom."
"Speaking of which, where is it?" Laurie stepped cautiously into the living room.
"Through the hall, second door on the right." She was still cautious until she saw the light for the bathroom. "Can I fix you something to drink?"
"Uh, just a cola or something. I still have to drive home." She yelled this just before closing the door. I grabbed my glass, sipping as I went so as to refresh it while getting her drink ready. I knew I was about finished with the booze; I hate getting drunk and going through all the hangover crap the next day. A good buzz was all I needed.
"Hey, I said a cola!," Laurie stated from behind me. I was still topping off my glass, "I know. This is mine." I grabbed her glass and turned around...and almost dropped both!
"You never have taken me up on my request for a spotter, Rob. So, I figured I needed to show you what I normally wear when I work out." She stood there wearing the same type of outfit I'd seen that day so many months ago. I could see her hard nipples through the sports bra, and the kitchen light was such that I could glean a hint of camel toes between her legs. I love spandex!
"Does George know you dress like that in the gym? Not that I mind! But I know him and I doubt he likes the idea of all those jocks drooling over his wife." I handed her the wRobg glass, but that didn't stop her from taking a sip. "Rob, up here!" I could here the laugh in her voice as I dragged my eyes from the sight in Rob of me.
"Sorry, L. I get a bit lost when I see a girl in spandex." She just laughed and turned back into the living room. That gave me a great view of her cute apple shaped behind. "So, what are you doing out and about, Laurie?" I sat on the couch, looking up at her while she decided on either the couch or easy chair. She was standing with the light from the kitchen behind her, and I could swear I saw the small bulge of her lower lips between her slightly spread legs.
"I needed, or still need, a spotter. Truth is, I don't wear this to the gym, and George doesn't know I have things like this. I usually wear sweats and t-shirts when I work out...except when I want a different kind of workout...I changed out of the sweats downstairs, in the car..." saying this as she moved closer to me. "I'm getting tired of you ignoring the hints I've been dropping, so I figured to come right out with it."
"Laurie, I don't take hints, especially along this line. There's just too much for misinterpretation." I sat my glass down, "I've wanted to say things to let you know where I was coming from, how I felt, but needed to be careful just in case I was reading this Rob."
"What did, do you want to say? George doesn't talk much, during anything." She steps the last step to be right in Rob of me, near the hand I've rested on the arm of the couch. "I can't stand the silence. I love him, but I need things he's just not willing to give me. Tell me what you wanted to say." Laurie twists slightly, moving her crotch closer to my hand, bumping it lightly.
