Office Politics
I've known Lily for over 20 years. I still remember my first sighting of her at the office photocopier. She was facing away from me as I approached the machine. I was immediately struck by her appearance. She was of average height, maybe about 5 feet, 4 inches. She had shoulder length wavy light brown hair, nicely streaked with blonde highlights. She was dressed just as you might expect a proper young lady on her first real office job out of high school to be. She was wearing a very pretty rose colored dress that ended about mid calf. It seemed like she was wearing light tan pantyhose. On her feet she was wearing cream colored pumps with about a two inch heel. My eyes traveled up and down from her dainty feet to her sexy hair and back, pausing to admire her cute little butt, which the posture aided by her heels helped to emphasize just a bit.
As I approached her I noticed she was working on a fairly large stack of documents. I said "Excuse me," and she turned her head to look at me. I found myself looking into a beautiful pair of blue eyes, set between a button nose over a pair of lips with a slight pout. She was wearing just a bit of very tasteful makeup. Her dress showed just the slightest hint of cleavage. I noticed that her breasts were perhaps just a little larger than one would expect, given her petite frame, and strangely, seemed to be slightly lower on her chest than one would expect them to be. I was momentarily taken aback by her simple beauty, but managed to stammer "Are you going to be here long?" With a little bit of a smirk playing over her heart shaped lips, she asked "Do you mean here at the machine, or here in the office?"
"Um, the machine," I said. I felt vaguely embarrassed for some reason (well, actually because I was performing the standard male calculation upon first meeting an attractive female, that is, what it would be like to have sex with her and the likelihood of such a thing happening).
Strangely, I was focused on her soft kissable lips, and thinking about taking her in my arms and softly nudging them apart with my tongue and sliding it into her mouth. This just took a minute and then I corrected myself and just said "I can see you have a lot of work, so I'll let you get to it." I walked away without getting her name. I realized, however, that I had a bit of a hardon just from that brief encounter.
I should note that at the time I had been happily married for a couple of years, so it wasn't realistic to think I would be getting together with this little angel, some ten years my junior.
After that, I saw Lily from time to time in the hall, but didn't get a chance to speak to her, other than to say hello.
About two months later, a fellow named Jerry, who had worked in the same section with Lily, was suddenly transferred to our section. Talking to him, I learned that it was because he had begun to see Lily in a romantic relationship, and the office frowned on them working in the same section, as she was in a position to manipulate his performance statistics. To look at Jerry, one might think he was punching above his weight with Lily; he wore sloppy clothes, had a shaggy unkempt hairdo, and an unflattering pair of glasses. To give him his due, though, he was a fairly clever guy, and had been attending law school in the evening. He eventually began moving up in the office hierarchy.
Within a year, Lily and Jerry were married, and regular as clockwork, they had two children, a boy and a girl. Lily worked her way up herself from a clerical job to a paralegal job. I would see her around from time to time. She was interesting to observe, because her figure hardly changed at all, despite the passage of time and her giving birth to two children. She still had that fantastic body and ass, and the slightly large, oddly positioned breasts.
Disappointingly, however, shortly after marrying Jerry, her fashion sense changed. She no longer wore dresses, and instead wore dowdy, unflattering blouses and pants, not exactly baggy but neither were they stylish or form fitting. She also didn't seem to wear makeup anymore, but oddly, at least, still colored her hair. I would see her around, and ruefully think to myself what a waste it was for her not to be dressing nicely.
The years went by; it was now almost twenty five years since she first came to the office. Jerry was now the director of a division, and I was a section chief. After an office reorganization, I found Lily in my section. I got to know her better, and found her to be very witty and intelligent. I still wished she dressed nicer, but I was in no position to do anything about that.
My wife had passed away about five years earlier, from an aggressive cancer. We had unfortunately never had children. I hadn't really been with anyone since her passing.
One afternoon, there was a knock at my office door. Looking up, I saw that it was Lily. She asked if she could speak to me for a minute. She seemed a little nervous. I let my eyes take in her usual frumpy outfit, quickly checking out her cute tits but not letting my eyes linger on them.
"What can I do for you, Lily?" I asked.
"Well, she said, as I might have mentioned, Matthew is graduating from college next week, and, umm..."
"Yes, you must be very proud," I said, what's he going to do?"
"I, umm, I'm not sure, he's had a few job interviews but hasn't gotten any offers."
"That's too bad, but I'm sure something will turn up."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I heard there are several intern positions opening up, and one will be in our section. I, umm, was wondering if there would be any way you would consider him for one."
She looked so cute, flicking her eyes nervously back and forth from my face to the desk, around and back again. The self confidence she usually evidenced had momentarily disappeared.
"I'm not sure, I said, we have several qualified candidates already scheduled for interviews."
"Can't you add him, she asked. "I'd be so grateful. If you want, I would do some extra work, an additional assignment, anything you would like."
At this, the wheels began turning in my mind. I looked at her cutely biting her lip and wringing her hands, and a wild thought came into my head. "Well, I think there is something you could do for me."
"What is it, " she asked. Whatever it is, I'd be happy to do it."
"I'm glad you said 'whatever.' There is something you could do for me that would make your son a shoe-in for the job. I was thinking you could demonstrate your interests by providing me with some oral gratification."
"Wuh, what are you saying?"
"I'm saying you could blow me. I think that would be a perfect way for you to show your commitment to me and the functioning of the office."
She started to smile, clearly thinking I was joking; but when I didn't laugh or change my facial expression, and actually was cooly appraising her, looking in her eyes, then lowering my gaze to her sexy lips for a second, thinking about them wrapped around my cock, then looking back to her eyes, she suddenly realized I wasn't kidding. Her face went cold, and she said, "you're disgusting," and turned and went out the door, slamming it.
Although I was a bit exhilarated from my making such an audacious proposal, my mind quickly went into damage control mode, calculating how I would deal with any repercussions from my temporary bout of insanity. If she complained to HR, I would just deny it. After all, there were no witnesses.
However, after about 10 minutes, there was another knock on my door. I said "come in," and lo and behold, it was Lily. She was biting her lower lip and her face was flushed, but there was a look of determination on it. She looked me straight in the eye, and said, "alright."
Before it could go any further, I said, "you're not by any chance recording this, are you?"
Eyes flashing, she said, "Do you want to frisk me? Stupid question, I'm sure you'd love to. You wouldn't find anything. Go ahead, if you want," she said, raising her arms and slowly turning around. You can call my cell, if you want, it'll be ringing at my desk. Recording you isn't going to get Matthew a job."
I was mildly nonplussed by her brief dance, as the raising of her arms served to accentuate her breasts. I decided to trust her, and said "So, by all right, alright that means you're going to blow me."
"Yeah, that's right, she said, and you're going to give Matthew the job."
"Then we've got a deal," I said.
"Fine, she said, do you want it sitting or standing?"
