Help Desk
My phone rang, on a beautiful summer morning, in late June. It was about 10:00 a.m. and I was just finishing my usual Saturday workout, consisting of 20 minutes of treadmill, several reps of upper body exercises on my home gym, finished off with a Peloton ride and cool-down. I was breathing heavy, while sweat was dripping off me, as I answered the phone.
"Huh-huh-hello," I panted.
"Glad you're thinking of me," was all I heard from the other end.
I knew the voice, it was my new best friend, a former office co-worker, whom I had been having verbal foreplay with, over the last few months.
"All-all-always," I huffed. Trying to calm down, and catch my breath.
"Good for you!" she said in her sexiest phone voice. It sounded like a cat purring.
"Thanks!" I said, finally relaxing a little.
"What can I do for you, on this lovely summer morning?" I said in my cheeriest voice.
"Glad you asked," she purred. "I just bought a brand new computer and was wondering if you could help me get it set up?" she asked.
"Sure!" I quickly responded. "Ya need me to boot ya up?" I quipped. I was a wiz at computers, and always had helped her out with other computer-related questions.
"Just say when and where," I added.
"Now, my place," was all she said.
"It'll take me about an hour to get there," I said (knowing a shower was the first thing on my list).
"Deal! I'll be waiting," was all she said, as she hung up the phone.
I was surprised at how quickly the conversation had gone. She and I had been talking at length about everything under the sun, for the last few months. Office politics, the weather, life, sports, love and sex were discussions we had on a regular basis. We spent hours talking and verbally sparring in a kind-of verbal foreplay. The air around us was always sexually charged, but had never gone beyond some frisky glances, and double-entendres.
Let me back up a moment. Janet was a former co-worker of mine, who was an extremely sexy dark-haired woman. I had always watched her from a close distance during the year or so we worked together, and was always interested in her athletic build, sexy voice, and beautiful and provocative clothes she wore. It wasn't until she got a better offer for another company in our same building, that all of a sudden, we started to talk at length.
I wasn't sure if there was a connection, maybe a kind of, "Since we don't work together, let's play together!" attitude, but I liked it. Our discussions revolved around all sorts of topics, and I was even shocked (and aroused) to find out that she had recently stopped wearing panties. She said she liked the "free" feeling it had. I've always found the idea of a pantyless woman, especially in the short skirts she wears, as extremely erotic. I would now often ask her whether she was "Flying solo?" and her answer was always "Yes!" with a twinkle in her eye.
Back to that lovely morning. In a flash, I was peeling off my sticky clothes and racing towards the shower. I turned the controls on the shower to Cold, and did my best to keep my raging hormones in balance. A few minutes later, I emerged squeaky clean. I quickly dressed into my usual weekend outfit of some white cotton shorts, and a nice polo type shirt.
The drive over was beautiful, along the back roads between our towns. The leaves on the trees were a deep green in the early summer morning sun. I kept thinking to myself as I drove, "I wonder if she feels the same way about me, as I do about her?" and, "I sure hope she's flying solo...maybe I'll get a peek" as I pull into her driveway, yanking the keys out of the ignition, and quickly walk towards the front door, ringing the bell.
"Just a minute," I hear from inside, and then she opens the door.
She is wearing workout clothes that are sticking to her like a second skin, consisting of a pair of black silk shorts the size of a handkerchief (you know, the ones that are actually cut upwards on the inseam and thighs) and a small tight fitting blue sports bra, that barely contained her ample breasts. She is breathing heavy and covered in a glistening sweat, which makes her look absolutely ravishing.
"Hu- Hu- Hi," she says panting from her workout.
"Glad you're thinking of me!" I quip at her.
She smiles, knowing I had just used the same line on her that she used on me, and says she was just finishing her workout for today. I was surprised that she was not ready for me to be there, since she was the one who invited me over and picked the time, but who the hell cares about that. I found myself staring at her sweat drenched second-skin clothes, as she turned and walked towards her bedroom, and said, "Follow me."
As we enter her bedroom, she points over at the new desk in the corner, and along side it, several boxes of computer gear.
