A Peek then a Poke
I knew she was super cute from the few times she actually turned her camera on during our Zoom calls at work. I also knew she had this sweet and innocent voice. What I didn't yet know was how petite and sexy the rest of her was, and how well she knew how to use it to get whatever she wanted.
Let me back up. I'm talking about our new intern, Sara. We hired her a few months back and she works in a different office than me, so I had not yet met her in person. Also, as a 48-year-old married father, the hiring of some intern in a different office meant very little to me. Other than those occasional virtual meetings where I casually thought to myself that this girl seemed cute, she wasn't even a thought in my head beyond that.
A bit more about me. I've worked at my company for 9 years and have been married for 16 years, all of which have been faithful. My wife Jenny has always been a bit on the larger side. I won't give her actual proportions aside from the fact that she has a 34D chest, but I will say she put on weight when she was pregnant and never was able to revert back. I love her body and think she looks good though I know she wishes she could lose some of the weight. We don't have sex much anymore, partly because of our schedules and the kids, and yeah, probably a bit because of her weight as well. Despite that, I had never thought of cheating. Instead, I just...take care of things myself as often as I can.
Now let me fast forward. My company called a meeting at our headquarters and all employees had to fly in and then stay the night so our team could do dinner after the meeting. They called it "teambuilding." I wanted no part of traveling for the meeting, and even less desire for the teambuilding, as I always like to just do my work and be left alone. I'm known by my coworkers to be very quiet and keep to myself, while still being friendly enough to be around. I just don't want to hang out socially with these people!
Anyway, as I was checking into my hotel the morning of the meeting, I was praying to not run into anyone I work with, for two reasons. One, I just told you why! And two, I traveled in shorts and a T-shirt and ballcap, and as someone who likes to convey professionalism, I surely wasn't at that moment. I was next in line to check in, one person to go, when I heard her tiny voice behind me.
"Hi Jeff."
I turned to see Sara smiling behind me. Well, I turned and then looked down. Turns out Sara was not even five feet tall and could not have been more than 85 pounds. She had this platinum blonde hair past her shoulders, which is what initially drew me in on those Zoom calls. She wore a white tank top and black yoga pants, clearly having just traveled as well. Despite her tiny frame, she somehow managed to be showing off a bit of cleavage. Not a ton, as she couldn't have been more than a small B cup at best, but she still knew how to show it off. My gaze lingered for maybe two seconds tops, but that was probably one second longer than she needed to catch it. She didn't say anything but she smiled at me as I eyed her.
"Oh, hey Sara. Nice to finally meet you in person."
"You too, Jeff. You're a lot taller than you look on Zoom" she giggled in reference to my 6'2'' frame.
"Ha, yes I suppose I am, and you, um..."
"Hehe, yes I am fun sized!" Sara quipped, knowing what I was trying to say.
"I like that. Great way to describe yourself."
"Yeah, I've had to deal with everyone's looks my whole life. I've always been tiny obviously but now in my early 20's, people do more of a double take when they see me in a professional setting.
"Has anyone said anything to you that they shouldn't have?" I asked her.
"No, nothing like that, although I did hear one guy in the cafeteria area tell his buddy that it must be "bring your daughter to work" day. I didn't know who the guy was so I didn't make a big deal, but it really bothered me. It's hard enough to be taken seriously as a woman, let alone one who could pass for a middle schooler!"
Luckily I was saved by the proverbial bell from having to come up with some type of response to that, as the front desk person called "Next." I was very glad about that because the only response I could think of in my head at that moment would have been "yeah you kind of do!"
As I told Sara I would catch her later and turned to the front desk, she also got called by another desk agent and as she walked away from me, I couldn't help but notice how her black yoga pants shaped her small bubble butt. One thing I've always had a weakness for is a great ass. My wife never really had one and the few exes I had before I met her also didn't have the best back sides. But when I watch porn, I always try to find videos where the girl has a great ass. I also can't help but let my eyes wander when I see one on the street. So seeing Sara saunter away with an ass that was a bit curvier than her small frame would have dictated was a bit of a turn on and I suddenly couldn't wait to get up to my room. No, not to do that!! I just meant to get away from my young coworker's temptation.
In my room, I got busy right away with some work emails and quickly put Sara out of my mind. It wasn't until the meeting later that day when she popped back into it. I was already in our office's conference room when Sara arrived. I was chatting with a coworker about our latest project when I caught her in my peripheral vision entering the room. It was hard NOT to immediately notice that almost glowing blonde hair. Actually, first I noticed my coworker's eye wander while I was chatting with him, which I thought was a bit rude until I saw what he was looking at.
As she approached, I quickly realized it was going to be a long day. Sara had traded in her travel yogas for a form fitting sun dress, green and white with spaghetti straps and barely covering her knees. Her bare legs, while skinny like the rest of her, still drew the attention of everyone in the room with how much of them she had on display. I wouldn't say her outfit was inappropriate but I would say that a more seasoned employee likely wouldn't have gone with that choice. This was also evident by the leers I noticed some of the women giving her.
To Sara's credit, she walked and talked with confidence and a carefree attitude, either oblivious to the looks and the judging, or cognizant but not caring. To me, that attitude made her even sexier. This tiny girl who looks like everyone in the room's school age daughter but is really our peer, flaunting her tiny little body without a care, and to a roomful of people she's either never met or met only recently.
Sara grabbed one of the few remaining open seats which happened to be next to me. I was on the end and she had the first seat to the side. The way it was set up, with where the person speaking was presenting from, I had to look in Sara's direction most of the time. So yeah, of course my eyes occasionally wandered and gave her a once over. Any time our eyes met, she would smile. Whether it was just because she was friendly or that she knew I was looking, I wasn't sure.
When we took our lunch break, she sat with me and my team and told us how she recently got married and told us all about her wedding. It was so strange watching this tiny girl with her tiny voice talk about being married. I mean adults get married, not girls who look like her! But I had to keep telling my brain she was in her 20's despite her unintentional façade.
Well I'm sure by now you don't care about the rest of this stuff and want to know about the 'peek'. When we regrouped in the conference room after lunch, I noticed Sara's legs, that had been folded across her lap all morning, were now uncrossed. They remained close together as my eyes kept betraying my brain and following her slim legs from just under the dress, down to her little tan boots. I suddenly couldn't help myself from wondering what it would be like to be with someone so freaking small. Small, yet still sexy as hell. My focus drifted and I kept realizing I was missing minutes at a time of the meeting before snapping out of it.
I guess at one point my gaze lingered a while, and as my eyes drifted up to meet hers, she smiled and shifted her legs a few inches apart, just a subtle little move that no one else in the room would have even noticed or cared about. But I knew what she was doing, and that it was intentional, and meant just for me. When my eyes wandered back down, I could now see further up under her dress, which consisted of her sexy thighs leading up to a patch of light blue. I knew right away the blue was her panties. I let this all sink in for a minute. In this company meeting in our office, Sara, our tiny young intern just spread her legs for me to show me her panties while her smile never wavered, and no one besides us knew what was going on.
I felt the uncontrollable beginning of a tent starting between my legs, and I panicked as I quickly tried to shift so it wasn't obvious. Luckily, the pants I was wearing allowed me to hide what was happening pretty well. Unless you were staring at my crotch, you would have no idea I was starting to get hard. One person was staring though. When I dared meet her gaze again, I followed her eyes right to my bulge. That was definitely not helping me contain things so I rose from my seat maybe a bit too urgently and excused myself for the restroom. When I got out to the hallway, I felt myself continuing to grow and luckily found the restroom and locked myself in the stall.
I sat down on the toilet fully clothed and tried to focus on something other than Sara so my hard on would subside. I pulled out my phone and read a few local news stories until I was in the clear and as I headed back in, I made a mental note not to look at Sara anymore.
In my mind, everyone would be staring at me as I came back in and found my seat again, but no one was looking or cared. I dared a quick glance toward Sara and saw her with a huge grin on her cute little doll-like face. She knew why I left so fast. This 85-pound human had total control over anyone she wanted.
The rest of the meeting went by as normal and our boss announced that we would all meet at a local bar for happy hour. While I was definitely a drinker, again I would have preferred to do so back in my room alone while I caught up on the work I had missed while being at this meeting. Unfortunately, it was mandatory so we all headed there right from the office, splitting a bunch of taxis.
Once everyone had their first drink, the group loosened up and it became less awkward work chat and more about our lives and fun stuff like that. I admit I was enjoying myself. Sara was in and out of the conversations I was part of, as we all mingled and wandered the room. There was no further hint of any tease from her and I began to wonder if it was all in my head. That actually made more sense. Why would this recently married sexy younger girl be teasing some middle aged father she works with, and during a meeting no less?
After my second drink, I started to plan my exit. I never have more than two drinks when at a work function. It's a rule of mine and it has served me well, especially when I hear of all the late night stories of drunkenness and who knows what else. So I grabbed my coat and said a quick goodbye to a few people and pulled up Uber on my phone. That's when Sara was suddenly standing right in front of me.
