Chapter 1 - The First Encounter
When Tim first spied Lois it was in passing in one of the passageways of their winding office complex. As they passed each other they exchanged brief smiles as co-workers do and continued along their separate ways—although their minds immediately formed visions of the other.
Tim was an older and married man, who was beginning to show the signs of aging. Just a quick glance revealed that he once had a well-sculptured body with all the endowments any man could wish for. Barrel-chested, the rippled 6-pack of abs, the thick and strong neck, legs like a plow horse ... and god knows what else—and at 57 he still looked good. His features had become age modified over the years and now revealed a bit of belly "Dunlop." Upper arms that were once mountainously muscular now hung more visibly, and wrinkles seemed to crop up overnight.
Tim was educated, and many of his co-workers wondered why he had taken on such a meaningless position with this company. He would only reply that a couple of bad marriages, supporting too many children, and bad business undertakings plagued his life. Now, approaching his silver years, he was too old for the serious work force—although no one would ever say that—either to his face or behind his back. Tim could still do the mental and physical work of any three or four of his young buck co-workers.
Lois joined Dyno-mite as a bookkeeper and executive assistant a couple of months ago. Although but half Tim's age, Lois also began to feel the aches of time. Married to the wrong man, divorced, abused, carrying a little more than the gym could work off her ... although very friendly and sociable, she was alone in her very own and younger world. Notwithstanding, her personal assets compensated for any other shortcomings. She had long brown, silky hair; bright, full and beautiful teeth; eyes that had magnetic attraction; and a personality that never stopped. Even in her most agonizing of moments on the job, if any of her co-workers even ventured a smile at her, she would light up like a beacon and always have a captivating "Hello," or other bright endearment in return.
As their paths crossed more and more, Lois's bright smile and effervescent personality began to have an appealing effect on Tim. After a few weeks he found himself looking forward to their paths crossing ... an occasional brush of their bodies, an innocent touch on the hand or shoulder, even the scent of her cologne, even the sweetness of her breath as she hoarsely whispered a "Hello." He found himself fantasizing over her after she passed him by. Sometimes her blouse would show a little more of her upper endowments than she realized. He would try not to stare, but he so badly wanted to have his face buried between her breasts he could hardly stand it.
One afternoon Tim was standing at the coffee machine, waiting to savor a fresh cup of coffee, which he so enjoyed. The clip-clop of ladies' heels was normal in the lunchroom so Tim paid no attention to who was entering. Just as he had finished the first sip of coffee, the heels stopped behind him. Suddenly, he felt a gentle stroke up the roundness of his buttocks and was startled to hear Lois's soft voice throatily rasp out, "Nice ass for an old guy." Tim was so startled all he could reply was, "Gee, thanks, glad someone likes it!" He wheeled away and went back to his desk, barely able to conceal the growing erection in his pants. He could hardly believe she would say something like that—let alone stroke his ass. She stood there amazed and embarrassed that she had actually touched his ass, and cursed herself, under her breath, for having been so gutsy; although she knew, deep inside her, that every man loves that kind of thing.
A couple of weeks passed between the lunchroom incident and their next encounter. Tim seemed to be avoiding her path and possibly another sensual confrontation with Lois. The company policy of fraternization was totally unforgiving, and Tim couldn't risk anyone misconstruing his casual familiarity. While Lois seemed to be somewhat embarrassed at having taken such liberties with someone she had only said "Hello" to previously, deep down inside she tingled every time he smiled at her. Sometimes, when he was so close to her that she could savor the manly aroma of his aftershave, she would wiggle her bottom into her chair to calm her continually growing passion and the desire for Tim that had whelmed within her loins.
Suddenly it happened. It was late on a Friday afternoon, and most of the staff had already gone home. She was in a mad dash to leave too, coming into the hallway from the warehouse, while was going toward the warehouse with a crate of paperwork. As she opened the door it slammed into Tim's hand, knocking the crate out of his arms and onto the floor. At first she thought the door had hit Tim in the head and she panicked.
Lois quickly closed the door lunged toward Tim to evaluate the damage. The crate had fallen to the floor intact, so no harm was done there. Tim was now leaning against the wall with his head resting on his hand and a half-cursing—half-smile on his face. Lois rushed over to him to turn his head to see if he was bleeding or needed anything. But just a step away from him, her heel caught on a corner of the crate and she went airborne towards Tim. He desperately reached out and caught her, just as she was about to slam face-first into the wall ... and Tim.
Her momentum spun them both about, with Lois landing against the wall, standing spread-eagled, and Tim pressed tightly against her, just inches away from each others' face—and their bodies pressed tightly together. In her lush throaty voice she gasped, "Sorry you were there and glad you were there at the same time." He shook his head and whispered, "Yeah, me too." Then, without any warning or invitation, he slowly lowered his face the remaining two or three inches down to her soft and pouty lips. Their lips, parched from the near-disaster, touched ever-so-lightly.
Tim's eyes raised to her now dazed orbs and he whispered, "I've been wanting to do that for weeks." Lois clasped her palms in the middle of Tim's back and gently pulled him towards her and whispered back, "Then why don't you finish what you started?"
Slowly Tim lowered his head back to the level of her lips and touched hers with his again. This time it was not ever-so-lightly, but firm and warm with passion.
Gingerly their lips parted, teasing each other's lips with the tips of their tongues. Lois was now clutching tightly at Tim's back, and through the thickness of their clothes she could feel his masculinity rising to the emotion. His hands slowly meandered the height and width of her buttocks and probed for more through the cloth of her short skirt. Lois slowly opened her mouth wider with her tongue inviting his in. Their tongues entwined like snakes writhing in a small sack; each seeking out the deepest depths of the other's cavern.
After what seemed an eternity, their lips separated and they paused for a breath. Tim, remembered her comment in the lunchroom and queried her, "Not too shabby for an old guy, eh?" Lois gulped her breath and sensuously replied, "Do you do everything else as good as you kiss?"
Before Tim could reply someone shut the lights off, signaling the building was going to close. "Just a minute," Tim yelled down the hall to whom ever had shut the lights out. He grabbed the crate back up and then snagged Lois's arm to guide her out of the hallway and steady her while she recomposed her skirt and blouse. Neither said another word.
