Damn, the new typist in the secretarial pool is one fine looking example of femininity. She looks to be in her mid twenties, five feet four, reddish hair tied up in sort of a short pony tail, blue eyes, no more than 115 pounds and it looked as if she has tits to die for. The grapevine told me she is recently single after a disastrous marriage and her name is Judy.
I am Sam, 32, single and in charge of Marketing in a mid-sized company located on Maryland's Eastern Shore and I do enjoy the finer things in life; especially women. I was dating the head of Sales in a small company in our industrial complex but things weren't going particularly well with us so we recently parted ways.
Over the years I have found recent divorcees need some time to get readjusted to the single life and they aren't in any rush to get back into a situation that might, just might, be as bad as the one they had just left. But this one was sufficiently interesting to make an early pursuit worth the gamble. The question was what would be the best approach.
A month or so after noticing her I still hadn't found the opportunity of meeting her, never mind dating her. Shit, this was going to be a long battle if I couldn't even swing an introduction. What the hell is the matter with me? When in doubt, take the ball and charge.
I walked into the secretarial pool office area to search her out. The place is made up of a lot of little cubicles with walls only going up about five feet. The architecture of the room is really pretty common in today's business environment and as I was walking in and out of the little corridors wending their way through the place, I turned a corner and bumped smack into her as she was leaving her cubicle. When I say bumped into her I think collided would be a much better description. I am close to six feet and weigh close to two hundred and I came close to knocking her on her ass. Great.... it gave me a chance to wrap my arms around her to keep her from falling. Too bad she wasn't falling face down, it would have given me the opportunity to put my hands on her tits rather than just her back.
"Hi, I hear your name is Judy and I want to welcome you to the outfit. I usually just throw new hires off the top of the building to make an impression but I thought a collision would be a smoother approach."
She laughed uproariously and thanked me for my welcome.
"I'm Sam and I am up in marketing so I'm not sure we will get much of a chance to see one another. Where were you working before here?"
"Actually nowhere. I was married and just tending house and trying to manage a home office over on the Western Shore for my ex husband."
Hmmm. She sure got the "ex husband" out on the table fast enough. There's maybe is a little hope here.
"Well, welcome to the Taj Mahal. They just transferred me in here from one of our outlying branches so if you have any questions about the area or need any help getting your feet on the ground, give me a shout. As I say, I have just moved her and suffered many of the things you will be going through." I dug out a card with my office extension and I scribbled my home and cell phones on it. We said our obligatory 'well, nice to have met you' and went on our way.
I knew I was hoping against hope I would have the chance to run into her again in a place more conducive to getting to know one another better.
Things on the job were keeping me busier than hell for the next week and I had no time to give her any more thought until my home phone rang one night and it was her. WOW.
"Sam, I hate to bother you at home but you did offer to give me some help in getting settled in and here I am."
"Sure, no problem. What can I do to help?
"Well, as I told you in the office, I have just moved her and have no friends, relatives or references in this area and the lack of those in this old fashioned community is driving me crazy." She went on to say, "You won't believe all of the trouble I had just getting a phone installed. Since I never worked outside of the home I had no references for them to check. I finally had to resort to telling them I would complain to the local newspaper of just how 'unfriendly' the Eastern Shore was to newcomers. That did it, the phone was installed a few days later."
"Well, no one can say you aren't resourceful." I said laughingly "Now that you overcame that hurdle what can I help you with?"
"As you know public transportation over here is non existent and I do need to travel to get to work. My old clunker is on its last legs and I am having a problem getting credit to buy another car. I tell them where I am employed but that seems like only half the story. They seem doubtful I have been hired for anything other than vacation fill in and aren't too interested in loaning me money if they think I will be gone in a few months."
"What are you asking? Do you want to borrow the money from me?" I asked.
"No, No, No.. that's not the reason for my call. I am wondering if you have any contacts in our company's Human Resource department who could tell them my employment status?"
"Hell yes, I know a few people there who would be more than happy to confirm you have been hired on a trial basis. Your test will be to prove to them in the next month you are able to type at one hundred words a minute or you are gone." I joked.
"Great, just what I need, a comedian."
"Just kidding. Which car dealer are you working with?" I asked
She told me and I simply answered, " Done, call them back around noon tomorrow."
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"I meant I will have taken care of your problem by that time."
"Really? What are you a magician?" She laughed.
"Isn't there an old saying about looking a gift horse in the mouth?"
"Sorry. Thanks for your help." She replied and ended the call.
My imagination was running wild as I pictured her sitting by the phone as she was talking. Her huge tits were pointing at me and her firm little ass was squirming wildly while waiting for me to stick my cock in it. What a picture!
What I didn't tell her was the manager of that dealer is an old college roommate of mine and he owes me a bunch. I called him and asked that he steer her to a good auto and not tell her I had called about giving her credit.
