The view out the window of our office was wonderful. Fall was in full glory, and the forest below was its calling card. Brilliant gold's, yellows, browns, and reds were rich and vibrant, and when taken as a whole, blended into a river of color. The crispness in the air echoed the crunching of the fallen leaves on the brick entrance path leading in a round about manner through a copse of trees from the parking area. Actually the winding pathway was one of the charms of our otherwise austere building. The path which seemed like a boundary to your thoughts. It was as if on one side was the business world, and on the other your world after hours.
Until the day Brenda joined out team.
Brenda's hair was a rich auburn, and was the first thing which caught my attention. Her face was actually gender neutral, and athletic to the point some might say elfin. Yet, she could hold an elevator with just a smile - no words were needed. Brenda's eyes were the color of rich oak paneling and sparkled life, especially when she was excited.
There were times when Brenda's eyes made you think of a mischievous child who was up to something they shouldn't be, and you'd just caught them. She was a delightfully playful person full of laughter and free with her smiles. She was comfortable herself and it showed.
There were also those times when she could look at you like a predator sizing up its prey just before the pounce. Happily though, those looks were reserved for spread sheets and our database for the most part. The few times I saw her look at people that way, they usually caved into whatever she wanted and left as quickly as possible. Even our manager who practiced his aristocratic swagger like a martial art, was quick to leave when Brenda eye's were stormy.
Brenda was very bright and proved to be a great addition to our team. She quickly learned the specifics of our daily routine, and IT applications. But more than just a fast learner, everything she did she did with a passion. From the mundane to the multi-million dollar, she did it all the way or not at all.
Brenda also had the knack for seeing what was what before anyone else even suspected there was any subterfuge in the sales pitch or departmental presentation. This was part of the reason most of the men in our group were afraid to hit on her. Oh she was talked about enough. Her 34B breasts were perfect on her athletic frame. Her hips were firm and muscular from exercise. Her legs long and lithe as you might expect to see on some who was part of a dance company. She was. Her hands were those of a piano player; nimble and accurate. Even her feet were attractive. She was a complete a package of athletic elegant and grace of movement as there ever was.
Right away, Brenda became the late night dream of just about every single dick in the group, and a few of the married ones as well. Even people from other nearby departments would take more time around her than needed - if they could get away with it.
Brenda knew she was an attention getter, and she played the part well. She seemed to know how far to push the edge with both the women and the men. When it suited her, she wasn't above making waves by her body language or her dress. Likewise, when she didn't like the attention she was getting from someone, she would ever so politely shut them down. It was a tough thing to balance; trying to not be branded as either easy or a tease.
Oh I admit I had my fantasies about her. But as appealing as she was, I had no interest in risking getting sued or loosing my job. I thought of it as the best of both worlds; great work and great eye candy in the same package. But down inside I knew if eye candy could add pounds and inches, I'd need more than my daily trips to the running trails down by the river, and the occasional marathon.
It was approaching Halloween and one of the other team members, Tom, was spending more time trying to put the moves on her than on his regular work. When one of Tom's clients contacted me directly and complained about the lack of attention they were getting, I knew I'd better say something. As much fun as it was watching Tom - I am God's gift to women - get shot down in flames on a regular basis, I knew the client was right. I said I would deal with the matter, and make sure the back log of work for them was caught up.
I approached Tom on Friday afternoon about the matter. He made some lame excuse about it, and how he didn't appreciate being scolded by someone who could have been his son. I told him I wasn't trying to make a big issue out of it, he just needed to focus on his work.
I knew I also had to approach Brenda. As diplomatically as I could I told her she had to ease up on Tom. Yes, I know he's an easy mark - but still, Tom's spending more time trying to pump up his ego after he gets it deflated for him than he's spending on his work. She looked up at me with those mischievous eyes and giggled at that statement. I thought I was in trouble, but then she said she knew I was right, and agreed to take it easy on Tom. I thanked her, and told her I appreciated her help. This wasn't an easy conversation to have - with her or anyone. She asked why?
I thought I was handling the situation well, but all I heard was "Danger Will Robinson, Danger!" running through my mind.
She looked at me with her x-ray eyes and said "you're great at giving the company line and even making it sound good." I fumbled over saying "thanks...I think". She smiled and said it was a compliment, even if it didn't sound like one.
I smiled at the gentle poke and left saying I had to figure out what I had to do to catch up the backlog over the weekend. I thought the matter was closed.
I was wrong.
Saturday morning I ran my usual trail route down by the river bank and through the park. The run itself was a good. But the scenery was a blur. All I seemed to be able to concentrate on was her eyes. And the hint of cleavage Brenda had discreetly been displaying the day before. I could sure understand why Tom was so taken by her. I was so distracted by her, I stumbled over a rock I usually hurdle over. As I fought to keep my feet I almost collided with another runner who had tagged their mile marker and was heading back. They said I should be glad I wasn't running on the roadside - I'd be a lump in a ditch by now. That sure got my thoughts refocused.
But somewhere in the back of my head I kept hearing "Danger Will Robinson, Danger!". I often hated my parents for naming me Will for just that reason.
I went home after my run to get a shower before heading on over to the office. I pulled into our building's parking lot about 2:00 in the afternoon. I knew it would be quiet, with hardly anyone in the building except for the security guard which randomly patrolled the outer area of the entry floor. I let myself in the inner doors and headed for the elevator.
By around 6:00 that evening I had caught up what needed to be done. I thought about going home. But since there wasn't anything there that was really appealing, I decided to stay and try to get ahead on my one of own projects. I turned up my desk radio a bit and got lost in thought.
After about an hour or so I became aware of someone typing. I stood up and looked out from my cubicle's tall walls to see if I could tell from where it was coming from. I noticed the lamp in Brenda's cube was on, so I walked over to see what was going on.
Brenda was sitting there with her back to me. She was dressed to kill. She was wearing a red print silk blouse, with a burgundy lace jacket over it. Her rust colored leather skirt made the perfect subtle match. It looked as if she was headed for a night on the town.
I was stunned. I knew she always dressed well in the office, and suspected she really turned up the heat when she was going out. There had been many a conversation around the coffee machine about whether she preferred thongs or nothing at all on those days she wore a pants suit to the office. More than once the length of her skirts had been known to nearly cause a riot. But I'd never seen her wear anything like this.
Then she turned her chair around and I saw her long tanned legs, snaking out from under her skirt. They looked like long smooth runways for someone's hands. My cock was beginning to stir, when she looked up at me and smiled.
I said "Hi. You look like you should be out on a date or something, what brings you here?"
"Probably the same thing that brought you here. Though I thought you drove a green 5 series. I was surprised to see a truck in your parking spot." She said this smiling a knowing little smile
