She may be nineteen years older than me, but she's still the hottest woman I've ever actually met in person. Her name is Janie, and her desk is about ten feet behind mine at work. She's short and petite, with fantastic legs and the most amazing ass I've ever seen. Her blonde hair really stands out, but it's far from the only thing about her that draws my attention to her. She truly is the total package, with an amazing personality on top of her stunning beauty.
My favorite part of the morning is when I hear the clicking of her high heels as she walks in, and walks right past my desk. We always say good morning, and usually add a little something else to our very brief morning conversation, and then I can watch her ass while she walks to her desk. My favorite part of the afternoon is when she is filing the orders in the row of file cabinets directly behind my desk. It's impossible to focus when she is bent over, showing her amazing ass off like the trophy it is. You might have guessed by now that I think she has the nicest ass I've ever seen.
This morning we were supposed to wear red for a big client who was in town, but when she walked in she had on this amazing blue sun skirt. It looks like silk, and even flows over her thighs the same way silk would, but it doesn't feel like silk. Either way, she looks amazing in it, but it's not red at all.
"Good morning Janie. Do you have any red on at all?" I asked, actually surprised that she wasn't wearing any.
"Not that you can see," she replied, with a coy smirk on her face.
"Janie!" was all I could muster, in my complete disbelief. She had never before said anything like that to me, and it caught me completely off guard.
Her smirk turned into a big smile, and then she started laughing. I couldn't tell from her reaction if it slipped out, or if she said it on purpose and was flirting with me. I decided to play it safe, and assume she had slipped up. The last thing I wanted to do was have to explain to my wife why I got fired for sexual harassment. To make things even worse, her husband was a big intimidating guy. So, I felt it best to take the cautious road.
She went to her desk, and left me perplexed at mine. For the last few years we have been calling her the office mom, because she always tries to make everyone feel at home, while in the office. She brings breakfast frequently, and always makes sure I get first dibs. She's the one who organizes the happy hour get togethers. So, there I was suddenly and instantly picturing the smokin hot office mom in a red bra and red panties. Needless to say, I've had a hard time focusing on my work today.
About thirty minutes after she went back to her desk, I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to figure out if she was flirting with me or not. I came with the perfect plan to find out. I hopped up and walked over to her desk.
"When you said I couldn't see your red, did you mean at that moment, because it was covered up, leaving the possibility that I might be able to see it?" I asked, with a smile that I hoped would keep me out of HR.
When she turned to look at me she didn't return the smile right away, and looked like she might have been upset. Although by the time I finished my question she did try to cover it up with a smile.
"I'm sorry, it hasn't been a very good morning, and seems to be getting worse. I'm probably not going to be the most fun person to chit chat with right now," she replied. Still trying to force a smile. I couldn't tell if she was mad or sad, but she did look upset.
"Is there anything I can do? Anything at all? You do know that your happiness is vital for all our happiness, right? That's why you're the office mom. Although I'm fairly certain I've never pictured my actual mom in her red underwear," I said, hoping to lighten the mood a little.
It seemed to work, because her laugh sounded, looked and felt genuine. She had a big smile on her face, when she kind of squinted as if in deep thought about something.
"Thank you for that David, you're always so sweet," she said. Then she looked around, to make sure nobody else could see us, and used her index finger to motion for me to come closer. I took a few steps towards her, and then watched in pure amazement as she uncrossed her legs and lifted her skirt. I had a perfect view of her amazing tan legs, and sure enough, her bright red panties.
My eyes had to have been about to bulge out of their sockets, because I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Right when I started to lean in even closer, for an even better look, she pushed her skirt back down.
"Okay David, that was just to thank you for being so sweet. Now we both better get back to work. Thank you for trying to make my day better though," she said as she turned her chair back toward her desk.
I must have stood there for a whole minute in complete shock. My mind was racing, wondering about the possibilities of what just happened. Should I just go back to my desk? Should I tell her how infatuated I am with her? Hell, should I just go up to her and kiss her? She is nineteen years older than me, and we are both married, so it's crazy to think we could ever hook up. I decided to just go back to my desk, and try to figure out a way to focus on work.
Now it's 1:15pm, and I just returned from my desk, after sneaking off to the bathroom to jerk off. I don't usually do that at work, but someone had filled my mind with lust. I should be happy that it took three hours for the temptation to finally win over.
I turn towards my computer and I hear Janie's very familiar high heels on the tile floor. God damn that's my favorite sound, because I know I get to see her sexy legs in those heels. I turn to gawk at her, as usual, and notice she is carrying a box of papers. It looks a bit heavy, but she doesn't look like she is really struggling with it. Either way, I see an opportunity just to talk to her again.
"Can I help you with that box?" I ask. "It looks heavy."
"It's not that bad, I'm just heading to the shredder to blow off some steam," she answers.
