I always notice Rich. He is the hottest guy where I work at my dad's company. He is the shop manager. He always looks just the right amount of hard-working man. He is at least ten years older than my twenty-eight years. He keeps his beard trimmed close, but I can see that gray is starting to take over the light brown hair, he used to have. He usually has a worn old ball cap on his head, but last summer, he took it off at the company picnic when we were having a water balloon fight and I could see just how thick his short hair was. I want to run my fingers through it, but I doubt I will ever have the chance. I have never even caught him looking at me twice.
I am not the kind of girl who usually gets a second glance. Honestly, I love my body. I am a little on the short side, but very curvy. An old boyfriend used to call me voluptuous. I loved that description, but I never show it off. I work for my father and with people I have grown up around. I dress conservatively. I don't draw a lot of attention to myself at work. I am always worried people will think I am getting special treatment because of my family, but my dad is harder on me than any of the other people. He just has higher expectations for me, and I understand why.
I just got a last-minute work order for repairs on one of the trucks I manage. I can see Rich's car still in the lot out my window. I hope I can catch him and get this truck going early in the morning. I know everyone else is gone. If I hurry, I can catch him.
I walk into the cavernous shop after hours expecting to find it dark, but there is a subtle hum of fluorescent lights and I see Rich at the desk looking over tomorrows work orders. Damn he looks good.
He is wearing navy uniform pants with a soft gray T-shirt that shows evidence of a hard day's work. I feel that spark in my clit that always accompanies his presence. I realize this is the first time I have actually been alone with him, even though we have worked together for a while, and he was even a casual acquaintance before then. His closely trimmed beard never fails to make me wish it was scraping against my breasts.
I lean my hip against the desk where he is seated. "All alone?" I ask. Feel a surge of bravery, I wonder if he will flirt back with me a bit. No hard in flirting, right?
"Yes, all the boys left an hour ago." he replies.
"I was the last one in the office as well. I guess it is just the two of us then." I let him know he has me all to himself. I am not subtle at all.
I notice he glances at my breasts. I know I that the lace of my bra can be seen through this tank top. I noticed in the bathroom mirror earlier and had been conscious to keep my cardigan pulled over my breasts all day, but now it lays open and I pull my shoulders out to thrust my breasts forward, hoping to get more than just a passing glance. As he gives me the attention I want, I feel my nipples tighten in my bra and I hope he can see that as well.
Suddenly he glances up to my face, a telling flush covers his cheekbones. He has been caught staring at my goods. I smile to let him know it is ok and I glance to his lap, hoping to catch a glimpse of his goodies too. He shifts back in his chair, spreading his legs a bit. I lean forward and place the work order in my hand on his keyboard and invade his space a bit more, nudging his thigh with my knee.
The air turns a bit heavier. He knows I am flirting with him now and it is game on. He brings his left hand up to my right hip and applies enough pressure that I shift directly in front of him, moving his legs so his knees are now caging my legs and he inhales deeply. I wonder if he can smell my perfume, or maybe more. Can he tell that my pussy is already wet and pulsing for him. He shifts closer, pressing his chest to my torso and his face between my breasts for a heartbeat then leans back with the work order in his hand.
I wonder briefly if I imagined the sexual tension between us or if he just needed to look at the work order and I was in his way. He glances down at the paper listed with repairs required for one of the trucks in my fleet.
"This is a lot to get done, and we have a full day on the schedule tomorrow." he tells me, but when he meets me eyes, I see a spark off naughtiness there.
"Is there anything I could do to bump this truck to the top of the list?" I ask coyly.
