One day at work I overheard this woman Carla telling another coworker how she just broke up with her boyfriend recently, and she was in need of some serious relief. My office is huge with several thousand employees so Carla and I are not really friends but we do exchange pleasantries when we pass by. Let me describe Carla for you; she is about 40 years old with jet black hair, a nice big ass that fills out her tight jeans perfectly, a sweet looking pretty face, and her best feature is obvious the second you see her. Her big tits protrude out of any top she wears, and it's impossible not to take a second look when she walks by. I am only 24 years old but I have always had a thing for older women, I think it is because they know what they want, and they don't play games. And what they want is cock.
I am an average looking male with a slightly above average sized cock, nothing huge but nice and thick. I am six foot, about 190 pounds, and it is not uncommon for some female coworkers to come by throughout the day to visit. A lot of times I start to get hard at my desk when these girls come by, because even though they're just friends, my penis always acknowledges their tight asses and big tits as they come and go.
Getting back to Carla and her little problem, I decided I would try to "accidentally" run into her a bit more often and see if she's at all interested in me. I signed up for overtime because Carla works late at night a lot, and we became a bit friendlier over the next week or two, always stopping to chat for a few minutes when we saw each other. I would sometimes kind of space out while she was talking to me because I couldn't stop staring at the fat mounds of flesh jutting out of her top. I usually would see her nipples poking through her shirts too, and I would feel my rod start to thicken in my pants. I hoped she noticed when that happened, and I'm sure she caught me checking her out most of the time, but I didn't care. I wanted Carla to know I was into her, and I hoped she would instigate some flirting or something. Every time our conversations ended, I would watch her strut away with that big ass packed nice and tightly in her pants, begging to be touched.