patford31769
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Patty
age 27, 5'6", 38-24-35, brown hair/eyes
Damn! I forgot to set my alarm clock last night, and now I've overslept! I'll have to wolf down breakfast in the car, and I'll only have 30 minutes, not a full hour, to work-out at the gym this morning, before going to my job as a supervisor at UPS.
And I can't afford to be late for work this morning, of all mornings. You see, one of our UPS delivery drivers had quit last week, for a better-paying job as an "assistant to" some executive or other in some office somewhere. I had worked late two nights ago, reviewing a stack of resumes to replace him. I had found one particularly-promising candidate: he had experience as a delivery driver at FedEx, and his resume showed just the sort of up-beat attitude that we were looking for. So I had called him yesterday, and I was supposed to interview him early this morning. I really couldn't afford to be late for work today, of all days. Damned alarm clock!
But I wasn't about to skip a day at the gym, either. The male UPS drivers, in their brown shorts that show off their hairy, muscular legs, are some of the cutest guys on earth. And keeping my own body in such great shape has let me have more than my fair share of these UPS hunks, over the past three years that I've worked here. Just being here this long would pretty much have risen me to supervisor by tenure, of course, but I've also worked very hard to get where I am now; being in great shape has also increased my success here, and I don't just mean in terms of scoring with all those hot young UPS drivers. So for all of these reasons, my daily workouts are VERY important to me!
I was running on the treadmill at the gym, wearing only my irridescent green sports bra and loose white mini-shorts, when this cute guy took the treadmill right next to mine. He wore only short denim shorts and a light-blue "tank top" style undershirt, showing off lots of delicious chest and arm muscles. His legs were all sinewy and muscular, strong runner's legs. And as hairy as any of the UPS drivers I work with, just the way I like a man's legs to be. I closed my eyes and imagined those strong, hairy legs wrapped around me. When I opened my eyes, he was admiring my own legs, which are dark, smooth, soft, and lightly-muscled. Was this gorgeous hunk imagining MY legs wrapped around HIM now? I batted my long eye lashes at him, and he smiled.
Damn, Patty, you don't have TIME to flirt this morning. Gotta get going, and interview that new driver.
As I dressed for work, in the women's locker room, I tore a blank page out of the address book that I always keep in my purse, and I wrote my phone number on it. Luckily, the hunk was still on the treadmill. I handed him the paper with my phone number, smiled, and whispered, "Call me!"
I arrived at work just five minutes before the interview was scheduled to start. Just enough time to go pee, brush my hair, and be seated at my desk chair. My secretary then led the applicant for the delivery driver job into my office.
It was HIM! The hunk from the treadmill! And the paper I had given him, with my phone number on it, was still clutched tightly in his hand! This was going to be a very interesting job interview. Very interesting indeed.
age 27, 5'6", 38-24-35, brown hair/eyes
Damn! I forgot to set my alarm clock last night, and now I've overslept! I'll have to wolf down breakfast in the car, and I'll only have 30 minutes, not a full hour, to work-out at the gym this morning, before going to my job as a supervisor at UPS.
And I can't afford to be late for work this morning, of all mornings. You see, one of our UPS delivery drivers had quit last week, for a better-paying job as an "assistant to" some executive or other in some office somewhere. I had worked late two nights ago, reviewing a stack of resumes to replace him. I had found one particularly-promising candidate: he had experience as a delivery driver at FedEx, and his resume showed just the sort of up-beat attitude that we were looking for. So I had called him yesterday, and I was supposed to interview him early this morning. I really couldn't afford to be late for work today, of all days. Damned alarm clock!
But I wasn't about to skip a day at the gym, either. The male UPS drivers, in their brown shorts that show off their hairy, muscular legs, are some of the cutest guys on earth. And keeping my own body in such great shape has let me have more than my fair share of these UPS hunks, over the past three years that I've worked here. Just being here this long would pretty much have risen me to supervisor by tenure, of course, but I've also worked very hard to get where I am now; being in great shape has also increased my success here, and I don't just mean in terms of scoring with all those hot young UPS drivers. So for all of these reasons, my daily workouts are VERY important to me!
I was running on the treadmill at the gym, wearing only my irridescent green sports bra and loose white mini-shorts, when this cute guy took the treadmill right next to mine. He wore only short denim shorts and a light-blue "tank top" style undershirt, showing off lots of delicious chest and arm muscles. His legs were all sinewy and muscular, strong runner's legs. And as hairy as any of the UPS drivers I work with, just the way I like a man's legs to be. I closed my eyes and imagined those strong, hairy legs wrapped around me. When I opened my eyes, he was admiring my own legs, which are dark, smooth, soft, and lightly-muscled. Was this gorgeous hunk imagining MY legs wrapped around HIM now? I batted my long eye lashes at him, and he smiled.
Damn, Patty, you don't have TIME to flirt this morning. Gotta get going, and interview that new driver.
As I dressed for work, in the women's locker room, I tore a blank page out of the address book that I always keep in my purse, and I wrote my phone number on it. Luckily, the hunk was still on the treadmill. I handed him the paper with my phone number, smiled, and whispered, "Call me!"
I arrived at work just five minutes before the interview was scheduled to start. Just enough time to go pee, brush my hair, and be seated at my desk chair. My secretary then led the applicant for the delivery driver job into my office.
It was HIM! The hunk from the treadmill! And the paper I had given him, with my phone number on it, was still clutched tightly in his hand! This was going to be a very interesting job interview. Very interesting indeed.
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