Shari always wore low cut blouses to the office. I couldn't help but stare at her breasts as she sat on the edge of my desk.
"Oh Jeffrey," she flirted as she twirled my tie. I didn't even hear what she said next, her bosom bounced as she talked. As she left my cubicle, I watched her ass longingly in that tight pencil skirt, I swear she knew and was purposefully swaying those cheeks for me.
"She's something else," Bob shocked me as he rolled his chair over from the next cubicle. "How does she get away with that at work? I have a hard on just from listening to her in here."
"Seriously," I replied. "I just want to throw her over this desk and fuck her until she screams."
"Dang, son," Bob joked. "But I know what you mean."
Later that day I walked into the break room and there she was again, sitting on the break table with her skirt riding up her legs and Michael was giggling nervously like a school boy next to her eating lunch. I grabbed my soda from the fridge and walked out before she could corner me. I didn't need another boner in the office.
"What's Shari's deal anyways?" I asked Bob as I sat back at my desk.
He rolled his chair over to me. "I heard she broke up with her boyfriend a couple weeks ago. Maybe she needs to get fucked."
"Should I ask her out?"
Bob laughed, "Probably not a good idea to shit where you eat. I think she's just a big tease anyways. She does it to everyone."
This disappointed me but I get it. She is just a big tease. As Michael walked past us, he stopped, "Should we grab beers after work boys?" he asked. We agreed to go to our favorite watering hole later that night.
As the work day wound down, Bob and Michael appeared at my desk ready to get out of there. "Give me a minute to finish this and I'll meet you there." I told them.
A few more sentences on this report and I was ready to go. As I packed my bags and readied myself to leave, I spun around and none other than Shari was standing right there.
"Hey Jeffery, can you help me with this new dress I just received? I want to make sure it fits for an event next month."
I looked down and the neckline was even lower than the ones she normally wears to work, I swear some areola was showing. She spun around to show me her back where the dress was barely zippered barely passed her panties and all of her creamy back was exposed. My dick was instantly hard.
"Zipper me?" she pleated. I obliged, grazing my fingers across her soft skin as I did so. "How does it look?" She spun around. It looked hot as hell, super low cut and hugging all her curves.
"It looks amazing," I breathed. "What are you up to this weekend?" I couldn't help myself.
She looked down quickly and shyly. "Oh," she stammered. "I'm just gonna lay low and watch old movies. My roommate is out of town and I've been so busy."
"Would you want to get a drink or something?" I asked meekly.
"Oh Jeffrey, I don't think it's a good idea, you know, we're friends... and co-workers, I don't want to complicate that. You understand, right?"
"Sure," I said as I walked away. "See you tomorrow." But I felt rejected and bummed. It was all an act. She's such a tease.
I arrived to the bar and could see Bob and Michael had already downed 2 beers each and were a little drunk. They poured me one as I sat down and recounted my experience with Shari.
"Dude, I told you not to complicate it," Bob scolded me. "Just chalk that one up to the spank bank."
Michael sighed, "She deserves more than that. She works me up every fucking day. Yesterday as she leaned over me, I swear her hand grazed my crotch."
As we pounded beers, we got more and more worked up over that tease Shari.
"You know," I thought aloud. "She said she would be all alone this weekend, that her roommate was out of town... we could go over there and give her what she deserves."
