He was just working away, no real rush to it, putting boxes on shelves. The only one working in this area of the warehouse, he had his earbuds in with tunes blazing; so when she put her hands on his shoulders he jumped about 6 feet in the air. It was worth almost having a heart attack to hear her laugh and see those gorgeous dimples. "Better call maintenance about that hole in the roof" she giggled, "anyway back to work". She saunters off before even letting him get a word in, but for him the view makes up for it.
They had worked together for almost three years but it was only recently the banter had begun between them. He had always thought she looked great though. Chuckling to himself, she is amazing. She has all the right curves that his hands itch to touch. Those deep eyes that draw in your soul and trap it away. She had the sexy curve of her neck that made his mouth water. It wasn't all rosy glow romance though, he also wanted his mouth wandering over her ample breasts until it latched onto her nipples. He wanted to run his hands up her thighs inside and out only stopping to grab hold of both sides of her ass. Now he was determined, in their next encounter he was going to come out on top.
He stopped working and looked towards the door, hearing someone coming up the stairs and waiting to see who his visitor was. Then as the door opens and his heart skips, his pants tighten and heaven answers his prayers. The angel before him will be beaten this time. But as she comes up to him with a smile and asks "Have you got any chia? I'm all out" all his brain supplies is "uh yeah". His internal voice jumps into overdrive, uh yeah? Uh yeah? You idiot, why not just look at her and drool saying tits! Smooth, real smooth. Leading her to the shelf he manages to ask " how much do you need?" She responds by bending forward right in front of him, stretching her pants tight against her glorious ass. He can't help but stare, like some simpleton, jaw slightly open he scans her cheeks for panty lines. It's not until his eyes roam closer to the top he notices she's wearing a g-string. At this point his brain, already made of jelly, completely melts. "I'll take the whole thing" she comments with a smirk, standing back up she looks entirely too pleased with herself. "Thanks for giving me what I need" and with that once more she's gone.
He feels like the biggest idiot ever. How does she do this? He is normally the smooth charmer, or at least able to form sentences. In frustration, he decides to fix the issue. Flicking her a text.
"Do you truly enjoy torturing me?"
Waiting for a reply he just thinks what have I done. The messenger chime sounds,
"It's so cute. You're just adorable."
"You short circuit me, when you're here my brain spouts nice tits. When you're gone I can think clearer and I realize it's amazing the way your breasts rise and fall with your breath and it makes me catch mine."
"Aww see, you are such a sweetie. I have no idea why but thanks."
"You have no idea? Dear god woman you are so damn hot. If I'm being honest I'd give anything to see more of you and it'd be worth the brain aneurysm. I can't control it I just go into melt down."
"It's so sweet watching you get all confused. I'm a really open book, you can ask anything you like."
He stops to think this one over. The first thought he has is "SEND NUDES!" But he squashes it, if he pushes for what he wants with her it'd probably send her running. He starts easier. "Do you always wear a g-string to work?"
"Mostly, I have come in with no panties on before. It was a strange experience."
Ok... so now he'd be staring right at that ass every time. Not that he didn't now but just damn. Ok let's see how this goes "Got any tattoos?"
"Nope, blank canvas"
