She was leaning over the receptionist counter, stretching and reaching, attempting to grab some items in the back of the cubbies. On the tip of her toes, her young muscular legs were stretched out; exposing her lean smooth and creamy thighs, inching up her skirt, exposing a sliver of her wonderful, shapely behind. He stared at the newly exposed skin, just below her flapping fabric, for far too long.
In an instant, he found himself moving behind her, pressing his solid erection against her ass before pulling at her skirt, hiking it up with one hand, simultaneously yanking her panties down her legs with his other. His left hand grabbed greedily for as much of her flawless round cheeks as he could, as his right hand forcefully freed his cock from his jeans. In the darkened office, now without power, a few days after the job had ended, amidst the strewn about papers and placards, alone with her, he traced his hand around the curve of her pelvic bone to above the small of her back, pushing her down onto the counter, she didn't protest. He smelled her hair and admired her svelte torso and her back dimples beside the muscular curvature of her elegant back.
None of this was planned by him. They'd worked side-by-side in a completely platonic way before now. She was like his lieutenant, he was her supervisor. He always knew she liked him and he used that playfulness between them to great effect, it was now so- that he knew he could count on her, for anything. But except for some light flirting, nothing intimate ever realty happened between them before this moment that is. After all, she was his employee, not really his type, and she was a newlywed and he was much older and had a longtime girlfriend at home. It was just a playful passing fantasy, to take her completely.
In the past, to break any tension between them, she'd often say they were like brother and sister. And they'd jokingly tease each other accordingly, spending equal time pinching and punching as much as tickling and touching. But the farthest he'd ever go was to playfully smack her on the arm a couple times, and at worst, she would comment openly on his looks, only to retreat into their pretend familial connection. More than once she said things like, "You know, you're not so bad looking... Too bad you're practically like my brother," once after helping her change a flat tire she hugged him very tightly, and closely whispered in his ear that he was like a "Brother," breathily in a way that turned him on. And one time, with a wink, while unloading boxes of work supplies, she said, "You're really cute... Mom did well, is all I'm saying..." quickly adding the last bit to cover for her directness.
She wasn't the most attractive girl in the office; to be honest, he actually pined over another coworker. But, Brooke was smart, young, tall and thin. She could be really fierce when she wanted to be and he was drawn to that, but her ears did stick out a bit too much and she was without question, flat-chested. If that didn't make the match unlikely then the fact that she also wore unflattering pointy glasses, had unkempt eyebrows, a largish nose, bunny teeth, and continuing to be frank, on top of it, she wasn't particularly coordinated. And yet, She was sexy though. She did get his attention at times. And she seemed to want him, and she would have this way of dancing around when they spoke, when it was just the two of them in a room. And she did have a youthful, fresh-faced beauty with a heart-melting, sweet smile. In the end though, She was, first and foremost, his work friend.
But dammit all, she had an award-winning ass. The way it moved from her thin, lanky waist into the rounded supple curves of the globes of her bottom, made him scheme and salivate. More than once he felt himself getting hard, watching her move boxes, or simply walking from one end of the office to the other. She seemed to know it too, creating situations for him to look. He would find himself inadvertently staring into space and then at the way her yoga pants clung close to the gap between her thighs, or how her butt bubbled outward ever so when she elongated and arched her back as she worked. She was a sight begging to be examined further with touch, but he had to keep this secret; she was an employee, inherently out of bounds. She, at times however, blatantly looked like she wanted to ravage him. Or maybe be his prey.
They both shared the desire to keep their jobs, however; she was obviously, vocally, conflicted about her new marriage, and truthfully, despite the fact that she was ten years younger, he had always put his consideration elsewhere, which successfully kept them both apart. But the job was over now, and after the sudden, devastating loss they both shared professionally, with all the sadness and confusion in their heads privately, all their work finally over, for nothing, they both seemed to understand that they both felt as if they needed to be around someone who would understand. Who else could they turn to at that humiliating and frightening moment?
