I am working at my computer. I am typing away getting some much needed work done at home, away from the office and all the distractions that befuddle me there. We have a small place, a one bedroom flat, so my computer is in the bedroom next to the bed. It’s cozy and out of the way in the living room and allows me a choice bit of privacy while I get my work done. Tonight is a long night, I’ve been at it for the past four hours and I’m starting to see cross-eyed. My spread sheets are starting to meld together and I am taking a lot of time sorting out the different formulas on each. I’m tired and I know this has to be done before the morning, but I just want to knock off for a bit and stretch.
That’s when Ana comes in. She is a lovely, long legged woman with dark hair and a lean body. She’s tired too, and wants to get some sleep.
“Do you mind if I just lay down a bit, I won’t bother you at work, I promise.”
“Sure, go right ahead, I should be done before to long.”
So as I am figuring out the sales forecast for nest year using an impossibly complicated formula and a host of data that would boggle anyone’s mind she is reading herself for bed.
I am locked into a series of figures of per sku sales data on selected key indicators of the past three years, to get a variance factor for predicting the production need for the next two quarters. I have to stare at the figures a while before I recognize them as numbers and then just a bit longer to ask myself what to do with them. I rub my eyes from the strain and catch a glimpse of Ana as she walks into the room. She is wearing a near see through shirt long enough to be a mini skirt and it’s made of a lacy type of material. Through the holes in the weave you can see her skin and the curve of her breast and she isn’t wearing any panties. The dark, thick thatch of her pubic hair is hidden by the light veil of her evening wear. As she turns to brush her hair as she sits on the edge of the bed, I see the full curve of her ass, delicate and petite, as she carefully plants herself on the edge of the bed. Her hair is long, down to the lower back and she has it gathered over one shoulder as she is brushing it.
“Yes,” she asks as she notices me staring at her?
“Nothing,” I say, “Just watching you brush your hair.”
She smiles at me, “How sweet”, she says, and continues to brush her hair.
The spell is broken for a bit and I dive back into some of the key economic factors present in today’s economy and try to guess what the trend of sales will be in the next six months. This is time consuming work and it takes a lot of concentration. One mistake and you’ll have five times as many widgets as needed or worse, no widgets at all to sell.