*** This is my fourth attempt at a story. I have no formal writing training, so constructive criticism is appreciated. ***
I was working as a level one field tech at a small rural community health center. The center provided a wide range of health services, ranging from basic medical care, dental care, HIV testing and education, reproductive health care, and etc. It wasn't my dream job, but it was a foot in the door of the IT world. I liked what I did and the people there were good people, who genuinely cared about the clientele they served.
Being a young single guy, in a rural small town, there weren't a lot of options in the dating scene. The community health center was one of the bigger employers, and it seemed that the people who worked there were either just out of college, or approaching retirement. Many of the providers were there just a couple of years, putting in their time in an underserved area to get their student loans forgiven. Many of the nursing staff, however, were either looking for a little experience before moving to a hospital in a bigger town, or looking to coast into retirement.
That was true in the reproductive health department. They had a director and two nurses, Tami and Lupe. Tami was on the older side, but you couldn't tell by looking at her. She was 5'6" and thin, short black hair, probably size 34B boobs and looked like she took pretty good care of herself.
Lupe was in her first job after graduating from nursing school. She was shorter, around 5'4" and a bit heavier, with boobs and waist to match. She still looked great as she carried her weight well.
One day, I was there to fix a computer problem they were having. This was way back when the giant computer towers would sit on the floor connected to the 19" CRT monitors that would take half of the desk space. I greeted Tami as I walked in the door, making small talk to calm her frazzled nerves. I asked where Lupe was, and she indicated she went to the storage room to get some more supplies. Tami showed me to the computer and started to describe the problem. After she explained the problem, I assured her I'd figure it out. She thanked me and left the office to do some more work.
After my initial diagnosis, I found that I needed to crawl under the desk to check that the cords and cables were all connected properly and securely. It was a small desk in the middle of the room. I couldn't get to the back of the computer due to a modesty panel. My best bet was to lay on my back and try to reach the back of the computer. Not the most comfortable of positions, but it was the best I could come up with at the time.
I found a loose cord, plugged it in securely, and then laid down, resting from the effort of holding myself up and twisting at the waist. As I lay there, I see the door open out of my peripheral vision and can tell by the legs that it was Tami. That day she was wearing a skirt instead of her normal scrubs. As she walked in, the door closed behind her and she stepped towards the desk. I don't think she saw me under the desk, but if she did, she didn't say anything. As she stopped at the front of the desk, I could see up her skirt. She wasn' wearing any hose and I could see that she had on a pair of skimpy panties. She stood there for a bit, reading a piece of paper she had picked up off of the desk. A few moments later, I hear her swear.
"Damn it," she cries. Started by her outburst, and thinking that she may have seen me, I tried to sit up, forgetting where I was, and bang my head on the desk.
"What the hell?" she said.
"Ow," I cry, as I slowly crawl out from under the desk.
"What were you doing under there?" she asks. "Were you looking up my skirt?" she asks as she is starting to put the pieces together.
"Uhh, I, uhh," I stammer, at a complete loss for words. I'm so screwed I think to myself. I'm going to get fired for sure. "Tami, I'm really sorry. I was laying under the desk to fix the computer and you walked in and I couldn't help myself," I try to explain as I'm standing up.
Tami pauses for what seems to be an eternity, contemplating her next move.
"Why not," she scoffs. "I haven't had anyone so much as notice me in such a long time. Did you like what you saw? It's OK to answer honestly, I won't be offended."
Breathing a sigh of relief, I answer "Uh y, y, yeah, I did. I can't believe no one would notice someone like you. You're smart, beautiful, and elegant. Anyone would be lucky to be with you."
Tamy smiles and tilts her head slightly. "Thank you," she said. "That's the sweetest thing anyone has said to me in a long time." I breathe another huge sigh of relief, thinking that I'm off the hook for a sexual harassment complaint to the HR department. "Do you really think I'm beautiful?" she asks. "Absolutely," I reply. She looks me up and down and then starts for the door. She reaches the door, turns the lock, and says "Take off your pants and lie on the floor."
