Jobs and Sex.

[Joe Wordsworth]

So, my new job lets me work outside the office sometimes--and there's a Barnes & Noble down the street. So, I grab my laptop, when I'm bored, and go to the bookstore and sit down in a quiet corner and do a little work, maybe read some Lit, and whatnot.

And while sitting there, today, all by myself in the "Arts and Crafts" section--engrossed in making some deals on the laptop--a young woman comes by. She was wearing some slacks and a nice silk blouse (cream coloured?). Pretty. Brunette.

And I looked up and smiled and she smiled and that was nice--and I went back to work in my chair in the "Arts and Crafts" section, dutifully (because I hate wasting time).

And she made her way to a few shelves behind me and after a moment I could smell her perfume. It was kinda sweet and reminds me of some kind of flowery smell you find in candles--don't know what to call it. And she walked away from the "Arts and Crafts" section, and smiled at me again as she left.

And between a woman smiling and that perfume. I'm not hard as a rock and fourteen shades of turned on.

Fuck.

Y'know, maybe we like to think we're a little jaded or unlikely to just "flip" like a lightswitch. Maybe we write and read a lot of porn. And we're not so easy to fall to nature.

But it just happened to me.

Whew.

 

[Lord DragonsWing]

Sounds like you need to ask her if she'd like a cup of coffee in the store or a look at your laptop Joe.

So, my new job lets me work outside the office sometimes--and there's a Barnes & Noble down the street. So, I grab my laptop, when I'm bored, and go to the bookstore and sit down in a quiet corner and do a little work, maybe read some Lit, and whatnot.

And while sitting there, today, all by myself in the "Arts and Crafts" section--engrossed in making some deals on the laptop--a young woman comes by. She was wearing some slacks and a nice silk blouse (cream coloured?). Pretty. Brunette.

And I looked up and smiled and she smiled and that was nice--and I went back to work in my chair in the "Arts and Crafts" section, dutifully (because I hate wasting time).

And she made her way to a few shelves behind me and after a moment I could smell her perfume. It was kinda sweet and reminds me of some kind of flowery smell you find in candles--don't know what to call it. And she walked away from the "Arts and Crafts" section, and smiled at me again as she left.

And between a woman smiling and that perfume. I'm not hard as a rock and fourteen shades of turned on.

Fuck.

Y'know, maybe we like to think we're a little jaded or unlikely to just "flip" like a lightswitch. Maybe we write and read a lot of porn. And we're not so easy to fall to nature.

But it just happened to me.

Whew.

 

[CharleyH]

So, my new job lets me work outside the office sometimes--and there's a Barnes & Noble down the street. So, I grab my laptop, when I'm bored, and go to the bookstore and sit down in a quiet corner and do a little work, maybe read some Lit, and whatnot.

And while sitting there, today, all by myself in the "Arts and Crafts" section--engrossed in making some deals on the laptop--a young woman comes by. She was wearing some slacks and a nice silk blouse (cream coloured?). Pretty. Brunette.

And I looked up and smiled and she smiled and that was nice--and I went back to work in my chair in the "Arts and Crafts" section, dutifully (because I hate wasting time).

And she made her way to a few shelves behind me and after a moment I could smell her perfume. It was kinda sweet and reminds me of some kind of flowery smell you find in candles--don't know what to call it. And she walked away from the "Arts and Crafts" section, and smiled at me again as she left.

And between a woman smiling and that perfume. I'm not hard as a rock and fourteen shades of turned on.

Fuck.

Y'know, maybe we like to think we're a little jaded or unlikely to just "flip" like a lightswitch. Maybe we write and read a lot of porn. And we're not so easy to fall to nature.

But it just happened to me.

Whew.

Sounds like the beginning of a great porn story, though, Joe.

 

[human_male]

I find it rather bittersweet when I have little moments like that. Yes it's nice when someone notices me but then she walks out of my life and I never see her again.

 

[Sapphire_O]

I find it rather bittersweet when I have little moments like that. Yes it's nice when someone notices me but then she walks out of my life and I never see her again.

Yeah, but some times they can be a real pick me up. The other day I was leaving the carnival and saw a nice looking bloke heading into the carnival. After he passed I turned around to have another look and he was doing the same. Just a moment in time, but it made me smile for the whole ride home.

 

[human_male]

Yeah, but some times they can be a real pick me up. The other day I was leaving the carnival and saw a nice looking bloke heading into the carnival. After he passed I turned around to have another look and he was doing the same. Just a moment in time, but it made me smile for the whole ride home.

I can see how that would be if you're involved with someone and you don't want it to go anywhere. Then you can just enjoy it for what it is. But if you're looking for an opportunity to meet someone, and here's someone that likes you but there's nothing you can do about it. You just have to watch them walk away, knowing you'll never see them again.

Well, nothing you can do save from chasing after them and tackling them.

 

[tickledkitty]

It is a nice little pick me up once in a while.

Yesterday I had to drive through a construction area where one lane was blocked. There were two guys taking turns flagging the traffic through going each way.

When I went through I was laughing at something my kid in the back seat said and happened to catch the eye of the flagger--very cute and rugged outdoorsy type. He smiled back and watched me drive by. As I passed, I looked in my rearview mirror, and he was still looking.

Nice, right?

So I picked up my paycheck and stopped at the bank to cash it, and then drove back the same way. He was still there and did kind of a double take when he saw me again and got a huge grin on his face. I smiled back and drove on through, and that was that.

But, yeah, it did kinda make my day.

 

[Guest]

Yesterday I had to drive through a construction area where one lane was blocked. There were two guys taking turns flagging the traffic through ... happened to catch the eye of the flagger--very cute and rugged outdoorsy type. He smiled back and watched me drive by. As I passed, I looked in my rearview mirror, and he was still looking. ... and then drove back the same way. He was still there and did kind of a double take when he saw me again and got a huge grin on his face. I smiled back and drove on through,

Now that sounds like the start of a story. Go for it!

 

[tickledkitty]

Now that sounds like the start of a story. Go for it!

There's really no place for it to go. Isn't that the point, really? Stuff like that happens, and it's sweet and a turn on at the time, but you have to keep going. You have to keep driving or go back to work. It ends right there.

 

[damppanties]

There's really no place for it to go. Isn't that the point, really? Stuff like that happens, and it's sweet and a turn on at the time, but you have to keep going. You have to keep driving or go back to work. It ends right there.

In real life, but in a story...

 

[bluebell]

There's really no place for it to go. Isn't that the point, really? Stuff like that happens, and it's sweet and a turn on at the time, but you have to keep going. You have to keep driving or go back to work. It ends right there.

True. And sometimes that's okay. It makes you warm for a little while and then you carry on.
But other times it really does sting.

I agree with Dampy: story, baby. Even if you didn't want it to turn into just sex, you could write it at a different angle. More sweet.

I sometimes wonder if I remember all my odds n' ends moments like that because there's space to fill or because it really is nice to feel like you had a brief meeting of souls with someone you've never seen before.

 

[tickledkitty]

True. And sometimes that's okay. It makes you warm for a little while and then you carry on.
But other times it really does sting.

I agree with Dampy: story, baby. Even if you didn't want it to turn into just sex, you could write it at a different angle. More sweet.

I sometimes wonder if I remember all my odds n' ends moments like that because there's space to fill or because it really is nice to feel like you had a brief meeting of souls with someone you've never seen before.

Damn you people! I have two unfinished stories already, and I wanted to get started on my Halloween story. Not to mention all the other stories floating around in my head. Now you have this floating around there too. Is there nothing that doesn't turn into story fodder? LOL

Ok, I'll think about it.

 

[Edward Teach]

There's really no place for it to go. Isn't that the point, really? Stuff like that happens, and it's sweet and a turn on at the time, but you have to keep going. You have to keep driving or go back to work. It ends right there.

Story! Story! Story!

 

[damppanties]

Damn you people! I have two unfinished stories already, and I wanted to get started on my Halloween story. Not to mention all the other stories floating around in my head. Now you have this floating around there too. Is there nothing that doesn't turn into story fodder? LOL

Ok, I'll think about it.

Halloween, you say? You stop and he turns out to be undead.

 

[tickledkitty]

Halloween, you say? You stop and he turns out to be undead.

Good one. He looked way to healthy to be undead.

 

[tickledkitty]

Did you ever have one of these situations where it almost feels like recognition? You feel like you know the person already. It's weird.

 

[TheeGoatPig]

If you really want to continue it, she is so busy looking at him in her rear view mirror that she crashes (just a fender bender) into something in front of her, like one of his buddies or something. Now they can meet

 

[tickledkitty]

If you really want to continue it, she is so busy looking at him in her rear view mirror that she crashes (just a fender bender) into something in front of her, like one of his buddies or something. Now they can meet

Good idea. I like it.

 

[bluebell]

Damn you people! I have two unfinished stories already, and I wanted to get started on my Halloween story. Not to mention all the other stories floating around in my head. Now you have this floating around there too. Is there nothing that doesn't turn into story fodder? LOL

Ok, I'll think about it.

Oh Mistress Kitty Paws, I heart you.
And don't you know? It's impossible to keep up around here. Too many super cool people shooting way too many wickedly good ideas around.

Did you ever have one of these situations where it almost feels like recognition? You feel like you know the person already. It's weird.

It is weird.
I feel like it ties back to the feeling of summers as a kid when you were just discovering that you maybekindasorta liked someone, you know, in that liking way.
I suppose the innocence of summer crushes or something.
Where it can just be simple connection instead of confusing adulthood.

 

[TheeGoatPig]

Good idea. I like it.

Other solutions could be seeing him at the bank the next time, seeing him around various construction sites over th years, or one of them being a stalker of the other (could work either way )

 

[Lisa Denton]

Good idea. I like it.

Tickledkitty smiled at the rugged outdoorsey lookin construction flagger as she drove past. Just then a terrorist bomb blowed up, knockin down buildings and shit, the blast knocked her car and the flagger guy into an undergroung parking garage and huge amounts of rubble came crashing down around it.

Poor lil Tickledkitty was knocked unconscious from the airbag slamming her head into the window, the airbag had also stabbed her with her fallen sunglasses in the upper thigh near her cute lil nether region.

(He, he, I like that part)

Her car bursted inta flames, and she was trapped and wounded.

The construction flagger guy, who was moonlighting as a flagger from his other job as a lumberjack in the great north woods, while on vacation from his real job as a fireman/paramedic, quickly ripped off the car door with his bare hands and dragged her to safety.

He applied pressure to her wound in her nether region with one hand, ripped open her blouse with the other to apply CPR and started giving her mouth to mouth resucitation.

TK noticed his pants had been blowed off from the blast, and "Big John", who had gotten his nickname from a brief stint as a porn star before entering the fireman/paramedic/lumberjack/constructionflagger field, was built not like a horse, but like a very big horse.

Big John noticed she was breathing (really fuckin fast) and he stopped mouth to mouth long enough to survey his trauma victim. He had to keep applyin pressure to the small scratch near her nether region just in case it started bleeding profusely causing massive blood loss, while he looked at her heaving breasts and hardening nipples.

One of the nipples looked like it might have a small cut, it could be from flying glass from a fiery terrorist bomb explosion and therefore poisonous. He was applying pressure with one hand, checking her pulse with the other, and had to make a quick decision, he set aside his own safety and attempted to suck the possible poison out of her nipple.

TK faced a delimna, because it might take hours and hours for the rescue crews to dig them out, should she continue to fake her unconsciouness and hope he wouldn't notice her multiple orgasms?

************************************************************

Here is a start for your story TK.

 

[tickledkitty]

Thread jackers!!

Thank you Bluey. You're right, and I heart you too.

TGP - I was thinking along those lines as well, only I was thinking I'd take the kid to lunch, and he and a couple other construction guys would walk in...not sure after that.

Lisa!!! That's awesome. Truly. Thank you. Too bad it didn't really happen that way. Well, except for my car getting blown up.

 

[English Lady]

So, my new job lets me work outside the office sometimes--and there's a Barnes & Noble down the street. So, I grab my laptop, when I'm bored, and go to the bookstore and sit down in a quiet corner and do a little work, maybe read some Lit, and whatnot.

And while sitting there, today, all by myself in the "Arts and Crafts" section--engrossed in making some deals on the laptop--a young woman comes by. She was wearing some slacks and a nice silk blouse (cream coloured?). Pretty. Brunette.

And I looked up and smiled and she smiled and that was nice--and I went back to work in my chair in the "Arts and Crafts" section, dutifully (because I hate wasting time).

And she made her way to a few shelves behind me and after a moment I could smell her perfume. It was kinda sweet and reminds me of some kind of flowery smell you find in candles--don't know what to call it. And she walked away from the "Arts and Crafts" section, and smiled at me again as she left.

And between a woman smiling and that perfume. I'm not hard as a rock and fourteen shades of turned on.

Fuck.

Y'know, maybe we like to think we're a little jaded or unlikely to just "flip" like a lightswitch. Maybe we write and read a lot of porn. And we're not so easy to fall to nature.

But it just happened to me.

Whew.

Lucky bugger. I love it when that happens, Started a thread on it once upon a million years ago

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=297643

although there were no eyes meeting in mine, I was just letching over a little flesh being flashed.

I smile at people all the time, which occassionally gets me a sexy guy smiling back but more often than not ends up with me being engage in conversation with some slightly batty old lady/man or being asked for directions.

 

[SimpleGifts]

Well, I would NEVER think of threadjacking to pimp my own story...but I'm feeling particularly shameless tonite so why the hell not.

I DID use a chance encounter like this as inspiration for a story...and in this case, the woman in question didn't even pay attention to me. So she has no idea what she wrought. But after I saw her, I went to a cafe, got a sandwich, and pounded out this story in about 30 minutes (yes, it shows). I did go back and edit a bit for a couple of days but really submitted it just to remember the moment.

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=98136

(Under a different handle, but yes, it's mine...I think my "voice" is distinctive enough to show it.)

SG

 

[tickledkitty]

Well, I would NEVER think of threadjacking to pimp my own story...but I'm feeling particularly shameless tonite so why the hell not.

I DID use a chance encounter like this as inspiration for a story...and in this case, the woman in question didn't even pay attention to me. So she has no idea what she wrought. But after I saw her, I went to a cafe, got a sandwich, and pounded out this story in about 30 minutes (yes, it shows). I did go back and edit a bit for a couple of days but really submitted it just to remember the moment.

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=98136

(Under a different handle, but yes, it's mine...I think my "voice" is distinctive enough to show it.)

SG

Goodness! (fanning myself)