Employee Appreciation Day
Disclaimer
Before you read, please know that this story deals in adultery and infidelity.
If that is not your thing then please don't cause yourself undue stress by continuing to read.
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I work in a male dominated industry, and any female stands out...and a good looking one? Well let's just say she sticks out like a Red Sox jersey in Yankees Stadium.
I took notice of Karen my first day on the job. Long legs that rise to a pert bum which tapered nicely into a thin waist. Long dark brown hair that cascaded more than halfway down her back, and small breasts that sit high up on her chest. They appeared to be about the size of baseballs rather than softballs but accentuated the thinner frame of this 42-year-old, five-foot eight divorced beauty.
And being fair, I knew I wasn't the only guy who took notice. More than once I'd catch the wandering eyes of colleagues following Karen as she walked. Going in and out of her office, to and from the conference room or break room, eyes just seem to follow her.
Part of the reason why those eyes followed her was the fact that Karen always dressed impeccably, and it's what separates her from the other 3-4 girls in the office who seemed to have nothing but leggings and yoga pants in their wardrobe. It didn't matter if Karen was wearing a long sundress, dress slacks, or blue jeans, it was easy to see she put thought in her outfits. The choice of jewelry to her shoes, boots and sandals, everything had purpose and accentuated her always professional yet feminine and sexy look.
Karen and I were in different departments. Couple that with our offices being on opposite sides of the building limited our chats and conversations, business or otherwise, to be limited to not much more than "Good morning" or "have a good weekend" on a Friday afternoon.
There were also two other factors why I never really tried to chat Karen up or pursue a deeper conversation. First, I'm married. That speaks for itself. Second, don't mix pussy and pay. Although I have had some successful coworker hookups, I know of very few office affairs that didn't blow up into a dramatic Jerry Springer episode.
I hadn't hit my one-year anniversary with the company yet, but spring was finally arriving, and our GM decided it was time to shake off the winter blues by taking in a baseball game for Employee Appreciation Day. This consisted of the game, food and a couple tickets for free beers. My love for the game of baseball alone was good enough for me but combine it with a half-day of work mid-week. What can be better? I was about to find out.
I saw Karen heading into the stadium and walking up I said hello. She greeted me with a huge smile and said she was glad to see I could make it. I couldn't help but notice, here again, Karen didn't disappoint...and even though it was a baseball game she knew how to dress making a pair of jeans and an Atlanta Braves jersey look damn good. It was tucked in showing off her waist, and those jeans accentuated her bum. She didn't have a big bubble butt, but it had enough curve no man would complain while they admired it wrapped in denim.
Going in together, we continued walking and talking until we found the rest of our coworkers and headed to the outfield where our company had reservations in the picnic area. (Have to love minor league baseball)
We found some seats and decided to sit together. I asked if she wanted something to drink and hit the beer line grabbing a couple of cold ones. Settling down in our seats was when we were able to have our first real conversation. I quickly found out she was a sports fan and had a son who was playing baseball. Right off the bat we have a couple of things in common and the conversation flowed easily.
The game proceeded and In between the cheers and talking trash to opposing players in the outfield, we continued to get to know each other personally, and I couldn't help but feel very comfortable with her.
We had used both our tickets for free beers by the 4th inning and was buying our own at that point. As the innings progressed, I noticed her being a little "handsy," using my thigh as a brace to stand up instead of the arms of the chair. Or a hand on my shoulder as she stood to yell at the game. Was it an honest mistake or?
The eighth inning was about to begin and most of the other co-workers had left or were leaving. Jill came over to talk with Karen, who I found out gave Karen a ride to the game and asked what Karen's plans were. Jill didn't hide the fact she was ready to leave, but with the game being 3-2 at this point it was almost sacrilege for any baseball fan to leave before it was over.
I told Karen if she needed a ride, I had no problem giving her a lift if she wanted to hang out and see how the game ended. After a few "Are you sure's?" It was decided I'd take Karen home.
The game ended with the same score and little action on the field. Karen's hand found its way to my thigh a little more often over the next six outs, and I returned the favor with "innocent" touches here and there. I wouldn't have thought or guessed it was anything more than just a bit of alcohol induced flirting at this point.
After the game, we walked from the stadium to the parking lot and found my car. I opened the door for her before getting in myself and I quickly started it and turned the AC on full blast. The heat from the afternoon sun had the inside of the car sweltering. We looked around and could see the dash for the gate...which translates into cars trying their best to jockey for position only to move another four feet in line.
"Do you mind if we just sit here a bit and let some of this traffic clear out?" I asked her.
