As I typed away at my cubicle, I felt the stiffness in my neck from a hard days work. Every few minutes I found myself looking across the way at the greatest pair of legs I had ever seen. This woman I work with, Abby, was so incredibly sexy, I found it terribly difficult to take my eyes off of her and concentrate on my work. Today was going to be the day that I approached her. My heart raced with anxiety at the thought of her reaction. Would she think I was insane? Would she shrug me off in a snobbish sort of way? Would she accept my offer? Today would be the day. Sink or swim. I was going to do it. I was going to approach the woman I had been fantasizing about for weeks.
My name is Cliff, and I work as a reporter for a local newspaper in a small town called Clayborn. I'm 25, and on account of my work, I don't get to date much. I've read the reviews and heard the stories about dating coworkers, but if you knew Abby, you'd understand my predicament. I consider myself to be an attractive kind of guy. I'm not very tall, but I've always been told that I've got a good body. The part of me I'm most proud of, though, is my cock. Sure, that's what most guys say, but I've got no reason to embellish the truth. The average man is five and a half inches, and I've got three more than that. The thing that gets most women I've been with though is the thickness. I'm a very proud five and a quarter inches in circumference, which is bigger than a lot of girls wrists. Now, enough about me.
Let me tell you about Abby. My God, this woman is amazing. A typical dream girl for most guys, she's got it all. Long blonde hair, tan skin, very large breasts, 38 D at least, legs that seem to go on for days, and a tight ass that you probably crack a coconut on. She always wears these tight skirts and low cut tops that show off her tan cleavage. Every guy in the office watches openmouthed as she walks by. I know she enjoys teasing us, because when she catches us looking, she flaunts herself even more.
Okay, I've gotten to the point where she has given me too many erections. I have to say something to her, or I'll end up driving myself insane. I finally got my chance at lunch. I was walking to the elevator when I noticed her heading the same way. I sped up so we could catch the same one downstairs. She pushed the button for the lobby and stood by quietly. My pulse quickened as I thought of what to say.
"You're Abby, right?" was all I could come up with.
"Yeah, and you're um, Cliff. I've seen you around," she said, and looked me once over. She seemed to like my suit, and I did notice her eyes roll over the erection I was getting from looking at her breasts.
"Look, I've been trying to get the nerve up to ask you this for a while," I muttered. She looked at me quizzically like she didn't really care. "Would you like to have lunch with me today?"