I'm not the kind of guy to which this stuff normally happens. I'm in my early forties, happily married to an awesome woman, two kids, house in the 'burbs; living the dream. I'm an average guy working in middle management at a bank head office downtown.
My doctor had recently recommended working more exercise into my daily routine (and cutting doughnuts, chips and beer out of my diet) after some troubling blood work came back from this year's physical. So, I started taking daily walks in the park instead of coffee breaks.
I would leave my office and make a circuit around the park, then back into my office building and walk through the shopping concourse. Eventually, I got pretty good at this and was able to pick up speed and finish the two mile circuit without being all sweaty and out of breath. Miraculously, the pounds started to melt away too.
During my daily walks, I would often encounter coworkers and other people who worked in the building. I also took notice of one of the security guards because she was always smiling and watching me walk. I would feel her eyes on my back as I was threading my way through the shoppers and food court patrons. I would often come around a corner and see her looking at me.
She's average height, a little plump, dark, shiny skin (probably of Latin descent), and is always tastefully made up. I'd put her age at mid to late thirties. She's pretty too - dark brown eyes and a rosebud mouth and nice straight teeth. I thought she was pretty, but I certainly didn't lust after her.
One particular day I was returning to the office from the park. I boarded the elevator, and just as the doors were closing, she squeezed on as well. We were alone in the elevator.
I had already pushed the button for my floor (37). She pushed 36, then turned to me and said, "At least now I know where you work."
I laughed at this. She held out her hand for a shake. "I'm Delia."
"Nice to meet you Delia. I'm James."
"It's nice to finally meet you James. I guess you work at the bank huh. What do you do?"
"I manage a team that designs our corporate website."
We chatted a bit more until the elevator reached 36. Delia stepped towards the doors, then turned and looked at me. "I'll see you around." She said with a wink. The doors closed, but I got the sense she was eyeing me up. I know the look because I do it too; on the train, on the subway, at the grocery store. There are so many gorgeous women walking around it makes my head spin. This however, was the first time I was ever on the receiving end.
Over the next several weeks my fitness improved and my weight dropped. The beer gut that I had cultivated over the years shrank and I felt pretty great about myself.
During this time, I encountered Delia almost daily on my walks. I didn't stop to talk, but she would always smile and call out "Hi James!" as I walked past. Occasionally I would turn around, and on those occasions, I found her staring at me.
There were also a few more elevator encounters. Always when I was alone and always at the last minute. She never got in an elevator with me if someone else was present. And she would always get off at 36.
One day I asked what was on that floor that kept drawing her there. She said she didn't know - she had received a call on her walkie and was asked to investigate.
I thought her answer rang false, but didn't say anything about it to her at the time. As usual, she left the elevator with a wink and a smile and a promise to see me again around the building.
Later that day, I approached Haneef, a colleague who works on 36. I asked him if there have been any recent security episodes. He said there hadn't been any within the last 7 months. The last time was when Helen and Georgina from finance got stuck in one of the elevators between 35 and 36. Besides, the people on 36 are all low key - it's the very stodgy Legal department.
A week later, Delia had jumped on the elevator again (Of course, I was alone). She abruptly inquired why I was walking so much. I explained that I was trying to get in better shape to be around longer for my family. She then said something that kinda floored me.
"You've lost a good amount of weight James, and you look good."
These aren't words I'm used to hearing. I blushed and she continued, "Yeah, you were wearing this outfit the other day and you looked great in it. I saw you from across the food court and I said to myself 'who is that sexy guy', then I saw your face. I'm just saying."
I mumbled my thanks for her compliment and turned a deeper crimson. At the 36th floor, she again left the elevator with a wink and a smile.
I was stunned. I got off the elevator at 37 and went immediately into the washroom. I sat in the stall and contemplated this. As I said, I'm not used to having pretty women other than my wife tell me how good I look.
I composed myself and somehow made it through the rest of the day. I got home that night, and as we were lying in bed, I told my wife Kim about Delia.
As I told her about the coincidental elevator trips and the winks, a funny thing happened. My cock started to get hard. I sleep naked, and at this point I had not gotten under the covers, so my stiffening manhood was visible to Kim. When she noticed it, she smirked and said, "And I assume little James wants to, how should I say this? tap that ass."
"No honey, not at all," I protested. "You're the only woman for me. I would never do anything to jeopardize our family and our relationship."
"Good. You better not even think about it buster. Still, it is amusing that you got a stiffy talking to me about another woman. Hmmm, do I punish you for that???"
I retorted, "Maybe if you let little James tap your ass instead."
