A Lunch Flirt

I will always remember when Lisa came into my office to introduce herself as a new co-worker. She knocked lightly at the open door, and I looked up to see a stunning short blonde-haired, green-eyed woman I didn't know and would have remembered had I ever seen her before.

She was in a teal low-cut blouse, tight across her chest and a khaki skirt that was just a fraction too short for our workplace. She came toward me with her hand extended, and said, "I'm Lisa, the new diagnostician. I will be working with you and your clients."

I took her warm hand and smiled and said that I was pleased to meet her and looked forward to working with her. Lisa's smile showed slight dimples that were endearing. I tried to be professional and not scan her body, but my effort was futile. Even the slight handshake seemed to cause her very large breasts to swing in that teal top. Short skirt and no bra with her charms would not be allowed for a student, and not for the staff either, but I would not be the one to say something like that on her first day at my campus.

Lisa's blonde hair was cut short, but loose. She had thick lips that even without the rest of her in my mind would make me think of them wrapped around me. And she had a cute smile with ever so faint dimples.

She reminded me that we would need to work together for several meetings on the students and with parents, so wanted to make sure we had a good working relationship.

My mouth was dry, and I mumbled some affirmation that I'm sure we would work well together and looked forward to her experience and abilities for the job. I knew her resume indicated several years of experience, but she looked younger than me and it surprised me that this wasn't the frumpy older school employee that I expected and that she'd replaced.

She left that introductory meeting shortly after, but I could not keep my mind off her that day, and particularly those barely covered tits and the nipples poking through the teal top. When sitting back at my desk, I noticed that I'd gotten aroused in that moment she was in my office. I tried to shift my thoughts, and after about 10 minutes was able to get back to my work.

I didn't see Lisa again until a couple of weeks later, though we'd communicated by phone and email in the interim. Having a face and full picture of her to go with those communications made it easier in some ways and it seemed we were getting acquainted better than I was with other staff.

On Friday game days, we allow the students and staff to wear a t-shirt with our mascot and have pep rallies and all those things. I opted for a dress shirt in our color, and Lisa came to my office for a scheduled meeting about one of our problem students. She again knocked lightly at my open door, and I looked up to see her and couldn't help but smile, returning her smile, and she came in to sit across my desk from me.

Despite my best efforts, as she moved to sit, I could not help but look at the purple t-shirt stretched so tight against her chest and yet they swung as she walked and sat down. When I looked up, she was looking me in the eye and smiling.

We discussed the student and the relevant issues, but my concentration was not as professional as it needed to be. Nevertheless, we managed to create a plan, largely with her ideas. She told me that she would talk to teachers to implement it and get back to me. She left my office, and I shook my head to get back to the work at hand instead of her body.

The next week, she called me to say that she had updates on that student and some others, and I suggested that we get lunch one day to discuss these things. I couldn't that day, but suggested the next day and Lisa agreed.

When she came to my office the next day, Lisa again knocked lightly at my open door and came in smiling. "Still free for lunch, Bert?" She was professionally dressed, but it seemed that she was an open invitation to look her over, nonetheless.

"Of course," I said and stood to shake her hand again. "It's good to see you, Lisa."

We went to my car and drove to a quiet restaurant a couple of miles from the school. Once there, I thought I should get to know the person, not fantasize about the body and asked her about her life. I told her that since we are working so closely together, I'd like to know more about her so that we would feel more comfortable with the arrangement. She seemed eager, even saying that she's an open book. How I wished, I thought.

She shared that she'd been married and divorced after 10 years and had met a wonderful man and that they'd moved in together two years before. He'd taken a job in another town, so now they were long-distance, but got together every weekend. She told me that he was in his upper 50s, and we joked some about her having an old man, though she was so young. I learned then that she was 42, but did not look much over 30. I had been dating a woman for a few months and we talked about that too.

Before I knew it, we'd been at lunch for an hour and a half and never talked about any student. We'd laughed and talked about our lives, and there was no doubt our working relationship would be better for the meeting. As I said we really had to get back, she said it seemed like the time had flown by and I said I thought we should probably get lunch again to talk about the students, and she agreed.

We started going to lunch about once a week, and we never seemed to get to talk about the students. She never failed to stop by on Fridays in her t-shirt, and now if no one was around, it was accompanied by a little hug. Feeling those tits against me I admit was a constant distraction and led me to look forward to game days, particularly our lunches alone.

By mid-October, Lisa suggested lunch and said that she would make it for us, and we could find a spot outside to enjoy the beautiful fall weather. That day she came by my office, no longer with the light knock at the door and stepped in, saying that she was ready when I was. I was nervous, but ready, and got up to go with her, adjusting my pants to try to hide what was hard to hide.

She said she found a park not too far away that we could go to for lunch and asked me drive us there. Once there, we found a nice tree with some shade and some sun through the branches to keep us warm and cool at the same time. She spread things out for us, bending over in her scoop necked top to get things on a blanket, explaining that she had a fruit salad and finger sandwiches for us. She glanced up periodically, always catching me marveling at the curve and softness of her breasts in her low-cut top. Each time she'd look up, I'd look up to her eyes too, and she caught my shifting gaze and smiled at me.

I was confused by the mixed signals I felt I got from her. She said how much in love she was with her guy, but it seemed like she made a point of sitting up straight and pushing her prominent breasts out so that they had to be noticed or bending over so that I would see down her top. We continued to talk and laugh and even I began to get a little careless about joking about being with an old man. She never took offense, but would laugh too, but never said anything but about how much she loved him and how good he was to her.

When we finished our picnic, and it was time to return to work, a little late again, she told me how nice this had been, and that it was my turn to make lunch for her our next time, taking for granted that we would continue. I said I'd put something together the next time or get takeout which would be better. We agreed that the next week I would take care of our lunch.

As luck would have it, a cold front came in the next week, and it was wet and cold. I had really no idea what to do for lunch, except to take her out to "our" restaurant. She stopped in when it was time, in a raincoat, but underneath, I'm not sure how to describe, except to say she was classily slutty looking.

She said, with a faint frown, "I guess no picnic today?"

I said that wouldn't work, but offered my house to see what we could scrounge up.

She said, "I'd like to see how you live, if you're willing?" I was.

I drove us to my house, which at the time wasn't much, but it was clean. I showed her around and Lisa said she would make us something from the refrigerator if I'd talk to her. She bent over so many times for me as she prepared lunch that I just could not help myself and touched her back at one point. She turned her head to look at me. I could see those beautiful green eyes, her short blonde hair, and virtually all of what had to be DD sized breasts. And she saw how hard I was and smiled, her dimples slightly appearing.

"Your hand is warm, and I'm still so chilled." She stood and turned to face me, the last bits of lunch in her hand. I was so close to her that as she stood, I could feel those tits against me, and even how hard her nipples were. My only reaction was to bend to kiss her.

Lisa hungrily kissed me back and she dropped the bag of carrot sticks to the floor. The refrigerator closed on its own. Our tongues touched and my hand reached for her left tit. She moaned instead of stopping me. I whispered, "you're the hottest woman I've ever been around, and I can't stop thinking about you" and she kissed me harder as my hand went inside her shirt to touch her bare breast.

There was no effort on her part to stop me from seeing what I'd been dreaming of for two months. I knew I shouldn't do this with someone working with me, but I knew I couldn't stop if I wanted to. As I felt much more than a hand full and rubbed her nipple, she pressed against me and if she hadn't noticed before she had to notice now how very hard, I was for her.

She broke our kiss and looked up at me. I whispered, "I think maybe we sit on the couch and take care of some things. Maybe then we can work without thinking of it all the time." I led Lisa to the couch and sat down. Lisa standing before me, looking me in the eye, took her shirt off and said, "I think you should get ready too" and looked down at my pants. My hand went to my belt buckle and looked up at her, questioning. She just nodded.

I unfastened the belt as Lisa sat by me, leaning forward to kiss me and her hand went to my zipper and my hand returned to her breast. She broke the kiss as she opened my pants and pulled out my cock. I was close to cumming at her touch as I felt those incredible tits in my hand. She said, "you've driven me crazy with how you've looked at me since that first day."

I started to say something, but she stopped me, and slid down so that my hands were on her tits and her tits were on my cock as she kissed and licked my nipples.

I'm not sure if I started moving between her tits or if she started moving them on me, but she looked up at me and said in was a sultry, slutty voice, "Bert, I know you've thought of doing this every time I've seen you. I want this. Maybe then we can get our work done if we get this behind us."

I told Lisa to stop talking and began to move in earnest, jacking my cock between those incredible tits.

It was me getting that relief, but I think it was her moaning more than me. She pressed her tits around me, and I moved my fingers to pinch and pull on her nipples. I doubted that this would get behind us and I'd think of little else. But that thought did not distract me from this wet dream come true.

My fingers still pulling on her nipples, she slid down me to take me in her mouth, but first said "I just have to taste you, then you can finish on them." Her mouth and tongue were so warm, and she slid me fully into her mouth and her lips wrapped around me. I'd imagined those lips on me in our first meeting, though she was right that I'd cum several times imagining that I was between those tits.

I was close again to finishing, and she pulled back and whispered, "Bert you're even more delicious than I've been imagining." She resumed jacking me between those tits, moaning the entire time, and caressing her tits, feeling the intensity of the minute. Moments later Lisa looked in my eyes and said, "you're so hard for me."

I couldn't wait any longer. "Lisa!" I tried to warn, but it was too late, and my initial shot erupted up to her chin and mouth.

Lisa's hand moved from her tits to my cock, and she milked my cum, shot after shot, splashing against her tits and chest. Joy crossed her face as I looked down on her. My cum was running down her lips, chin, and was glistening on those beautiful tits. I told her she was the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen. She bent down to kiss my cock head and rolled back on the couch, feeling and rubbing my sperm to her tits. I was wrong, this now was the most beautiful sight I'd seen.

Lisa looked at me and smiled. "I don't think I'll ever walk into your office again without thinking about this lunch. But we will be able to focus on our work now, right?"

She lay against the couch, breathing hard, her tits glistening and still a drop on her lips. "I'll try" was all I could manage in reply.

I bent to kiss her again and she said, "That's all we can do is try."

Neither of us thought about food at that point but talked more. I asked if this would get in the way of her relationship with "that old man."

She laughed of course and said "It won't. Don't take offense, but I love my time with him. I try to use him up when I'm there!"

I told her that I hope I'm never old enough that I got used up and couldn't enjoy anything she had for me.

"Now Bert, we got that out of the way, so we know. Now we can get back to working, right?" But she kissed me and told me thank you. Told me thank you!

We did try, but lunches were never like they were before that fall day.