I work in commercial accounts at a major insurer. Stephanie's a statistician. She's got blonde hair, which I'm not particular about, but it comes halfway down her back, a real turn-on for me. Her tits are only a B cup, but they're very shapely. We first hit it off at the company picnic, and she had a boyfriend, Steve. We wanted to make out, and we didn't word to get back to Steve, so we found a secluded spot. All we did that day was grope each other a little, but when my grip on her butt was its hardest, she had to have been able to feel my dick. It turns out that needing to keep it from Steve was a blessing in disguise, because I checked our internal corporate website that Monday. As I'd feared, co-workers aren't allowed to date.
Thank God for texting and IM's. Stephanie sent me a cell phone picture that night where her T-shirt was ripped just enough at the collar for me to see part of a tattoo on her boob. (Later she explained that the tattoo was temporary, and she'd only done it for the picture.) I responded with a picture of myself wearing cut-offs tight enough that she could see my erection. We caught glimpses of each other a couple times that week but didn't have an opportunity to say anything. Thursday she e-mailed me a picture where she'd combined my picture with another one of her so it looked like she was standing behind me and stroking me. My photo skills aren't the greatest, but I took the head from that pic and the camera shot from before and made it look like I was holding her boobs up. She answered, "I bet those shorts are REALLY uncomfortable now, huh, Nick?"
I wasn't feeling bold enough to take an explicit picture of myself yet, but I found an image online of boxer shorts in tent condition and sent it to her, adding, "This answer your question?"
Monday night Stephanie upped the ante. I was online when I got an IM from her. For her avatar she was using a picture of a woman's crotch in a lace panty with her hand over it. "Nice pic," I told her. "Is it U?"
"I'm not that good a photog," she replied. "I was shopping online and I saw that picture in an ad. Thought it'd be the perfect reply to the one you sent." There was a pause before her next message. "So, what are you up 2?"
"Paying bills," I said. "U?"
"Steve was here. I told him I was going to the gym tomorrow for an hour with Lisa, a friend in Accounting." I should explain that our company has an exercise room on site. "Anyway, Lisa just canceled."
Not thinking, I just typed, "k"
"So, you up for a workout?"
That got my attention. "Sure!" I typed.
"Great," she said. "I'll be on one of the stationary bikes."
Crap. That wasn't a double-entendre. "I haven't used the gym before," I told her. "Do they have a locker room?"
"Lockers, but no dressing room. You can change in a regular bathroom and leave your clothes in a locker. Wear loose clothes."
I still had my hopes up that this could lead to something down the line, so I showed up anyway. There were three bikes, and Stephanie was on the one in the middle. She was looking away from me when I came in, so I got to look at her firm butt while she pedaled. I went on the one to her right and said, "Hey," as casually as I could manage.
"Hey, Nick, glad you made it," Stephanie said. As I got on the bike, she looked at my short and added, "And you dressed right, too." Once I was seated comfortably, she said, "Okay, let's ride!" I hadn't gotten any meaningful exercise in a while, so I'd forgotten how you sometimes get endorphins. For the next fifteen minutes, I just concentrated on pedaling, and then she said, "We're almost at the top of the mountain."
We both slowed our pedaling. Brought back to earth, I looked over at her. She must have been in good condition, because her breathing was only elevated a little, just enough for me to enjoy the sight of her chest going in and out. A couple minutes later I said, "Look, there's the finish line!" I stopped pedaling just before she did. She brushed her leg against mine while she dismounted. From the way her shorts gathered, I thought she'd gone commando.
"Why do you think I asked you to stop by?" Stephanie asked.
I didn't want to admit the truth. I thought for a moment and lied, "I dunno. I thought maybe you didn't want to walk to your car alone at night."
"Oh, good!" (Damn, I stayed for this? I thought.) "I mean, you're wrong, but you got so into the workout, I was afraid that's all you came for."
Still slightly oxygen-deprived, I asked, "What do you mean?"
Stephanie pointed to the lockers. "I'm on the far left. Follow me." I did, and she pulled me into the corner between the lockers and the wall. She put her hands on my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. "No one's ever here this time of night," she told me. "Kiss me." We opened our mouths at the same time. We went back and forth, each trying to suck the other's tongue in. Stephanie let go of my neck and put her hand on my butt. I ground my hard cock into her crotch. "Oh, God," she said. I moved my hands to the hem of her shorts. I thought I felt bare skin, but we heard someone using their ID badge to open the door. We quickly separated. I went to my locker, and we both left. I had an uncomfortable ride home, and then I jacked off, wondering whether I really would have felt what I thought if we hadn't been interrupted.
The next night I got an e-mail from Stephanie dated that morning. It said, "Thanks for the ride." Below that was a picture of a damp thong and the sentence, "Oh, and this picture really is me." That was the whole message. I continued the one-upmanship. I masturbated and sent her a pic of the light blue boxers I had on. She could see the shape of my cock but not the cock itself.
We flirted online a few times over the next week. Once I even passed her in the hall, and since I was sure no one could see, I ran my tongue around my lips. That night she IM'd me, "R U good at it?"
"At what?"
"When u licked ur lips today."
"I've never had an unsatisfied customer," I answered.
"I'll be at the gym tomorrow HINT HINT," she said.
