Teeth slowly sank into the flesh of a lower lip, suppressing the sigh from becoming audible as he watched the gentle sway of Holly's rear while she made her way down the aisle of cubicles. The black material of her skirt made it difficult, but he could just barely make out the soft outline of hidden flesh. Not that Steve needed much of a reminder, he'd taken every chance he could to gaze upon Holly since he'd come to the company two years ago.
A slight shake of his head and Steve's attention returned to the glowing screen in front of him. An AutoCad drawing stared back at him and rotated as he took his time going over the piece. Not the most glamorous job in the world, but it paid the student loan bills and maybe next year he'd get his professional engineers license. Till then, well no real complaints except for the lack of nooky situation and that couldn't be helped with his hours so he banished the thought. A few more clicks and the printer came to life, made the seemingly requisite number of shifts and adjustments before quickly spitting out a small stack of paperwork. A quick shuffle through to ensure each sheet printed clearly and he rose out his chair and made his way out of the cubicle.
Down the aisles of cubicles he walked, steps quickening in anticipation of seeing her again. It had taken a few months before Steve admitted to himself that he had a major crush on Holly, but each time he'd had the opportunity to ask her out Steve had felt his mouth go dry. Holly was just so different than the usual type of woman he'd dated; for starters she was older than he was, thirty-one which made her seven years his superior. She was the resident math whiz for the company, with a master's degree from the University of Michigan. A bit of a geek, a sonic screwdriver sat in one of the desk drawers and would be brought out to playfully zap at the computer whenever it did something she didn't agree with. Steve felt a little smile tug on his face as he saw the shock of red hair, tied up in a bun, just over the top of the monitor.
"Hey Holly, here's the latest drawings and figures on the cup holder design." He laid the paperwork down on an empty spot of her desk and stole the opportunity to glance down her blouse. Perhaps not the brightest idea but he couldn't resist. She didn't show much skin, but he enjoyed what he saw.
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Holly held her pose for a moment or two longer than she normally would have, taking the time to suppress the tiny curl of lips in a smile. She knew he was looking, Steve always did and he probably never realized that when he did he would swell just enough that she could see the tip of his cock press against his slacks. Never enough to give an outline, just enough for her to know where it was laying and she'd known seen it often enough to be able to know at a glance when he was wearing boxers and when he was wearing briefs. Today, it was boxers and she briefly mused about how he would react if he knew that right now she didn't have anything on under her skirt.
"Thanks Steve, I'll get these back to you shortly." Azure eyes glanced over the black wire rim of her glasses to look at his face. She watched him turn around and walk back towards his desk, gait just so changed to hide his arousal. As he went out of sight she shifted her hips a bit, grateful for the desk having a panel in front as it hid her movements. She could feel a little bit of her juices slip down and around her puckered rear. This was enough, she was tired of waiting for him to make the first move, and tonight would be the night.
As everyone in the office packed up for the night Holly was in the woman's bathroom making sure her makeup was fresh. She took a deep breath and gave herself one more look-over in the mirror, not perfect but the face that stared back at her was as good as she figured it would get. Auburn hair had been released from the bun and a few run seconds with a comb had brought back most of its natural bounce. Hands briefly cupped her breasts through her clothing, a touch of a sag that couldn't be helped from age but still a full C cup. Hands slid down her waist, denting in pleasingly, and came to rest upon full hips. She sighed for a moment, since puberty she'd had wide hips, nothing to be done about it though she did like her arse and obviously Steve did as well. At the thought of the earlier moment she gave a little squirm and glanced at her watch. Five minutes after the hour, she drew in a breath; it was now or never and ran out the door towards his desk.
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"Hey Steve, do you have a minute?"
He glanced up from putting a folder into his laptop bag to see Holly looking down at him. "Ummm sure, what's up?" Yeah, not the smoothest but hey he was caught off guard and well he was trying to figure out if her perfume had somehow gotten stronger or if it was his imagination.
"Well, I need to talk to you about those drawings you handed me earlier. I know it's late, but I think it's important. To make it up, why don't we discuss it over dinner at Houlihans? My treat."
