Another day at the office.

AaronTraugott

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I slumped down in my small cubicle and flip on my monitor. The screen of my 1980’s computer flickers on bathing me I the familiar electronic glow. I sigh and stare into it blankly, contemplating my life and wondering where I went wrong. I’ve performed the same routine for almost five years. Wake up, eat, commute, sit, type, commute back, eat, and sleep. My life is utterly boring. Sure it’s a good paying job, there are plenty of worse fates, but this is not how I imagined my future.

Suddenly she walked by. I only caught a glimpse; the flash of a red skirt fluttering by, but it was enough. The sweet smell of a trendy perfume followed and I immediately swung my chair over to the side of my cubicle and stuck my head out into the hallway.

Near the end I see a slender woman in a red dress walking away from me. I immediately notice her perky ass and slim waist. She is also wearing higher than business casual heels sending my imagination into overdrive. I soon realize I’m not the only one poking their head out as half the guys in the other cubes are also checking her out.

She suddenly stops and turns around. Almost simultaneous everyone ducks back into their cubes embarrassed. I’m not as quick on the draw and we briefly make I contact before I recede back to saftey.

<anyone want to continue?>
 
As I hunch back over my computer my thoughts turn to the woman I had just been ogling. However, a sweet female voice from behind me causes me to jump and I almost fall out of my chair. Somewhat awkwardly I regain my feet and straighten up. I stare sheepishly at the vixen in front of me, eyes wide, and jaw on the floor. From my peripheral vision I can detect the creamy color of skin under her neck, indicative of a low cut blouse, and it takes every fiber of my being not to let my eyes drop.

“Umm…hi,” I stammer, “I’m…uh…Aaron.”
 
Since she brought up how she was dressed I took the opportunity to look her over. Her skirt went down just to above her knees making me yearn to see more. Her tight waist complimented her bigger than average breasts, which protruded just enough out of her low cut blouse to be questionable work place attire. I hesitated a moment there, admiring how full and perky they seemed to be, and I could feel my cock beginning to stir in response.

“Oh I think you’re beau…” I stop myself before finishing the word jerking my eyes back up to her face. A dozen classes on sexual harassment at work quickly flashed threw my head.

“um…brilliantly dressed,” I did my best to recover. I was beginning to go into stress/embarrassed mode and I could feel my body become flushed. Beads of sweat were begging to form on my forehead.

"Most people here don't really pay attention to that sort of thing," I began to retuck in my shirt, feeling slightly inadequate in front of her.
 
"O, me..." I stammered nervously, caught slightly off-guard when the conversation turned to me, “only about five years. I do most of the design and engineering work for the sheer spray chemical the company makes in its southern US plants. Mostly servo motors, electrical schematics…”

I noticed what I was saying wasn’t very interesting and way too nerdy so I tried to change topics.

“It’s really kinda boring, but hey, it pays the bills right,” a pathetic attempt at a joke and a forced smile, “but, uh, what are you here to do?”

I had read somewhere that getting girls to talk about themselves is the best way for them to like you. Since I didn’t have a better strategy ready I threw this one out there. My brain was too busy trying to imagine her naked, with her knees against her chest and her ankles above her head, to be of any use. When I felt something twitch again between my legs I knew I didn’t have long before a visible tent would be formed in my thin dress pants.
 
"No, I'm not," I replied, almost a little too quickly. I wondered why she would ask something like that. Maybe she was interested, but that was just the fool in me thinking. A gorgeous woman like this would never want something as plain as I am. Polietly I responded in kind.

"What about you? Married or a serious boyfriend or something?" That last part just slipped out. I was taking chances I normally wouldn't take and was scared to death. My heart was pumping a mile a minute but surprisingly, I liked it.
 
My mind had drawn a blank. A hottie like this always had a boyfriend, and usually the kind that could kick your ass in two seconds flat. But here she was, standing here in his cubicle glorious and available.

My mind raced, he didn't know what to say. Ask her to sit down dummy, my brain answered him, don't give her the chance to leave.

"Would you care to sit?" I asked offering her the guest chair identical to my own in the corner.
 
I watched as her skirt slid slightly up her thighs as she sat down. It did not help the situation downstairs.

"O, everyone pretty much keeps to themselves around her," I responded taking a seat of my own. Although the bulk of my desk was against the wall, it was arranged such that a small rounded part for binders and papers, extended out slightly into the cubicle between us. I quickly scooted under it blocked my crotch from her view. As I casually glanced down I noticed I was showing slightly, but hopefully she didn't catch on.

"We just put in our time and go home. Occasionally there's a get together outside of work, but that doesn't happen often."

Did I just feel something brush against, my leg? Maybe it was the desk or my imagination.
 
What is this woman trying to do to me, I thought. Her cleavage was on full display in front of me and I now had a raging hard on under the desk. She couldn’t be doing this by accident, could she? Doubts raced through my head as I tried to piece it all together.

Suddenly Frank, the guy from the cube across the hall poked his head in.

“Hey man!” He spoke way to loudly, “who you got in here…whoa…nice,” he said winking at me.

My face turned bright red.

“Hey darling I’m Frank, I work with this bozo.” Everything Frank said he said it with a smile and sarcasm, but I had been around him enough that although its comments were sarcastic, they were laced with truth too. At heart he was an asshole and he only got away with things because he always pretended like he was joking.

“This is Sophie, Frank,” I introduced him rather reluctantly.

“Hey Sophie, he said shaking her hand, “how bout we ditch this place and grab some coffee huh?”

And just like that he put it out there. Frank could do that. Something that took Aaron an hour to get around to, Frank would just go for it. I hoped Sophie was seeing through Frank’s shallow nature and stay, but I had my doubts. Women were attracted to confidence, that’s what I’ve read, but with Frank, I had no chance.

Then something stirred in me. Women were attracted to confidence, a small voice continued to blurt out inside him. Fuck that asshole Frank. The little voice continued to grow as Frank continued to schmooze Sophie in his corny way, drawing her attention away from me. I began to get angrier until I just blurted out.

“Fuck off Frank.” I didn’t say it loud, but I said it clear and sternly. Silence followed.

“Oookay, I guess I’ll see you guys later,” and with that Frank was gone. I could hardly believe I had said it and my heart was racing a mile a minute. When I looked back at Sophie, she seemed to be beaming.
 
"Really?" That meant she was going to stay anyways. My confidence grew along with the buldge in my pants.

"I don't usually speak up like that," and then I went for the gusto. Pretending to shift in my sift I repositioned my legs under the desk so that they brushed against hers. I was going to see if she drew away.
 
"Sure," he answered that too fast, too eager maybe, but he was way to excited. They sat there for a moment saying nothing. He enjoyed the feeling of her leg touching his and it only made him want more.

"Um, how would you like a tour of the office, that is of course, if no one has given you one yet. It won't take very long."
 
They both got up and strode out into the hall. I could feel the eyes of my fellow co-workers on my back as we walked down the rows of cubicles. I didn’t care for the attention but I did like the fact that I was showing the hot new girl around.

I pointed out the mail room, the copy room, the bathrooms, and where our boss’s window offices were. All these were public spots so I maintained a professional air and she seemed to do the same. She laughed at all my lame jokes and we would occasionally brush against each other while turning a corner or going through a door.

Finally we were in the front of the service elevator. I planned on going to the ground floor and showing her the warehouse. After waiting a few seconds the dulled metal doors opened and we got on. The service elevator was a rickety one in the back of the building and few people ever went back here. It was also much smaller than your average elevator and only allowed for maybe two people, shoulder to shoulder to ride.

As we squeezed together I had to reach across her to hit the button for the basement level. In doing so my face came dangerously close to her chest. I took more time than was appropriate, lingering there close to them, breathing in her perfume. As the doors closed I exhaled a silent sigh of pleasure, and I was sure she felt the heat of my breath on her skin.
 
The elevator creaked to a slow stop. I thought this ride was a little longer. Then, as I waited for the doors to open, I realized we hadn’t gotten to the basement yet. I couldn’t be sure since this elevator had no level indicators but as I tried to press the door open button, I knew we were stuck.

We looked at each other and I gave her a worried smile. I reached over to the intercom button and pressed it. Nothing. Scratching my head I again looked over at Sophie.

“So, looks like we may be here for a while,” our faces were probably only a few feet apart and I could fee the distance closing, “what do you want to…” I didn’t even get to finish the sentence.
 
Sophie’s lips were amazingly soft and full. As I coaxed her lips apart, I put my hands on her trim waist and pulled her close. I could feel her body heat on me, and her cleavage was smashed against my chest. I closed my eyes, enjoying the closeness, while we explored each others mouths with our tongues.
 
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