It was hot outside. Really hot. 100 degrees or more. But inside the office, the air-conditioning was nice and cool. Our company, a small IT support company, was located in a suite with other businesses renting suites in the same building. While each suite had its own utilities (breakroom, Internet, phone service, etc), what it did not have was its own bathroom. There was a shared bathroom located in the middle of the building. It's not as convenient, but it wasn't that bad either.
The bathroom setup was one of those with men and women on separate sides and an open entryway between the two.
I was working on a weekend, and no-one else was working in any of the suites. It was nice and quiet, the ideal environment to get a lot of work done. After working for a few hours, my bladder was telling me it was time to take a break. After taking care of business in the bathroom, I was looking at my phone as I walked out, and, literally, bumped into her. I bumped into Jodi as she was leaving. Jodi was the director of a small child-care company whose main office was in one of the suites in the building. I started to apologize for bumping into her, then I noticed what she was wearing. No shoes, short-shorts, a sports bra and a cropped tank top, and her blonde hair pulled up into a messy bun. The lack of shoes and short-shorts showed off her tanned and incredibly long legs. The sports bra showed off her perfectly tanned abs, with a diamond stud in her belly button. At 5' 10", she looked incredible, not like how you would think the typical mid-40s woman would look.
I immediately apologized for bumping into her and for not paying attention to where I was going and she assured me there was no harm done. I couldn't help but gaze at her ass as she walked back to her office. It was obvious that she worked out.
A while later, I hear a faint knocking at the door. Wondering who would be knocking on the weekend, I got up to see who it was. It was Jodi, looking extremely stressed.
"I apologize for bothering you," she said, "and I know it's not your job, but I was working on an extremely important grant, and my computer is acting strange. Could you possibly take a look at it?"
Normally, I would have explained that since we don't have a support contract with her company, I wouldn't be able to help her, but the look on her face, along with the slight sheen from the sweat on her skin and just wearing shorts and a sports bra, made me break down.
"Yeah, I can take a look," I said.
She thanked me profusely and led the way down the hall. When we entered her suite, I realized why she had the sheen on her skin. The AC was out in her suite, and it must have been 85 degrees in her office.
I commented about the heat and she apologized for how she was dressed. I sat down in her chair to take a look at the problem.
"Thanks again for helping me. This grant is extremely important. It will allow us to keep one of our programs and 10 people their jobs".
As I began my initial troubleshooting, she started to fan me with some papers that were on her desk. It really didn't help a whole lot, but I did appreciate the thought. After a few minutes, I found the problem. A minute or two after that, and the problem was resolved.
I stood up and said "There you go, all fixed."
She looked at the screen and cried out "Thank you!!" and gave me a big hug. The hug caught me off guard, but I could feel the bulge in my shorts begin to stir. She broke off the hug, looked at the screen, and said "I wish there was a way I could pay you for rescuing me."
"It was my pleasure" I said, "the fix wasn't really that hard'', unlike my cock.
