I walk into the office on a typical Monday. Not so happy to be here, as usual, but kind of looking forward to seeing some of the folks I work with. We do have fun together, despite living in a cube world together 5 days a week. We often go out for drinks after work and there are sometimes some office shenanigans to liven things up. But it's still a Monday...uhg.
I throw my bag down on my desk and immediately start thinking about my first cup of coffee. I hear a presence in the cube across the way which I thought was strange since it had been an empty cube for a while, but then I remember that the new guy is starting today. I take a deep breath before I turn around, dreading that it might some new pain in the ass guy that I'm going to have to deal with now. Oh well. Let's see what cube life has in store for me now.
As I start to turn around to say hello, I find myself hesitating. I can only see him from the back right now, but the form sitting in the chair is clearly a well-built one. With blond hair and a nice physique, things are looking up already.
"Hey there," I say, introducing myself. "I'm Jane. Welcome to the rat hole."
He turns around to face me and I immediately loose my breath. "Hi, I'm Wes! Nice to meet you, Jane." He has a British accent, good lord, help me.
His bright, warm eyes immediately grab my attention but it's not long before his smile really takes over. As he reaches out to shake my hand, I find myself getting strangely nervous. I can't remember the last time a guy, especially one as young as this, has made me feel nervous. I catch myself kind of staring at him for a moment, but luckily I come to my senses. His grip is firm, strong, kind.
"So you're the new guy?" I ask lamely. "I guess nobody told you about the casual dress code." He is wearing a shirt and tie, which I find very cute and sweet. Our office, however is a bit more casual than that and he's the only one who so dressed up.
"Nope. I guess I should have asked." He smiled, a tad bit embarrassed perhaps.
"No worries. Just let me know if you need anything. I'm right here."
"Thanks, Jane. I appreciate it."
We went back to our respective cubes but not before I sneak a look at his ass. Wow. My pulse quickens. Perfect.
The morning goes by quickly except for the sound of numb nuts a couple of cubes over chomping on his chips with his mouth open AGAIN. Ug. I find myself glancing over periodically at Wes. He seems so laid back and comfortable. I think I'm going to like having him here.
Over the next few days I notice that I'm actually looking forward to getting into work. I must admit that I also find myself paying extra attention to what I wear each day; I seem to be choosing shirts that are tighter and lower cut than normal. Wes and I begin to get to know each other little by little. He smiles a lot and is so very sweet. I learn that he has a weakness for candies and I enjoy bringing little treats in for the new guy.
I notice that he appreciates the attention I'm giving him and I also notice that he seems to like the bit of cleavage that I bring to the office each day. He tries so hard to look me in the eye, but the poor guy can't help it sometimes. I'm not making it easy on him as I lean over his shoulder every now and again to help with some of his work. I wonder to myself if he is as turned on by that as I am.
As the weeks go by, we get to be better acquainted and we often go with a group of co-workers to a bar for some drinks after work. We get to know each other even better there as I am able to let my hair down a bit and we both relax in a social setting. He is a really sweet guy and he seems to be really smart as well. All of that with his body and his British accent and I find myself unable to stop thinking about him sometimes.
One morning I come in to work looking especially nice. It is Friday and I know we are all going out after work again and so that morning I decide to step it up a notch. I wear a pair of of my best tight, faded jeans, a form fitting purple top with a plunging neckline and pair of killer heals to make my ass look even better. I know it is an instant success as I catch Wes' head snap into a double take when I say good morning. He is looking right at my ass as I bend over my desk to put some things away and the smile actually leaves his face for a moment. I think he may actually be stunned. I take my time, giving him ample opportunity to soak it all in. It is then that I realize I need to move this along.
I go over to his cube and lean up against his desk. My tight ass perches nicely on his work surface and he looks up at me with a smile. "So how are you liking it here now that you've had some time to adjust?" I ask.
"It's better than I thought it would be, actually" he says. "I'm really enjoying the work and the people."
"Really? Well that's great. We like having you here, too. Well, I guess I should only speak for myself. I like having you here."
"Wow. Thanks, Jane." His smile is killing me.
"Yep, the view from across the way has significantly improved since you showed up." My HR person would kill me if she heard me say that. Good thing she's not around. He smiles a bit nervously, but I can tell he's enjoying the attention. The slight bulge in his pants tells me so. I lean over towards him just a bit so that I can whisper, very aware that I have now given him a clear shot down my blouse. "I'd like to get to know you better, Wes. Maybe we can have lunch or something today?"
"I'd like that, Jane."
It is going to be an interesting day!
him today when he lost and felt compelled to give him props Jane style.
As she sat on the couch with her laptop on her lap, she dreamed of meeting him for the first time. He had been teasing her with his eloquence and his passion. His words and a couple of photos was all she had of him. But that was more than enough to make her ache for him, to make her wet and agitated.
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