I usually don't get my best work done until after everyone else has left the building, which unfortunately isn't until after 6:30 on most evenings. This evening was no different - at least not yet. My boss stuck his head in my office with keys in hand and told me that Debra was staying late also. I responded with a "Who?" He gave me a quizzical look, then smiled and said she was the new Marketing Director, and reminded me that he told everyone all about her at last Monday's meeting.
I said, "Ah, I remember - have a good weekend." I really didn't remember, nor did I care at this point, I had far too much work to get done.
After about a half an hour I heard someone open the door to the Women's bathroom, which is near my office, but out of sight. Having the bathrooms and the kitchen in this hallway, makes this corridor one of the high traffic areas in our building - hence the reason I don't get anything done during the day, everyone stops by to "chat" on there ways to and from there potty and lunch breaks.
A couple minutes go by and I heard the door again (it's a bit squeaky at times), I then heard a woman's voice say "I'm making a pot of coffee, will you drink some?" as she walked down the hallway toward the lunch room. A bit startled, I respond "Sure."
I continued working, and after a few minutes I could smell the freshly brewed coffee. I took a deep breath and smiled. I really love coffee, and like most adults, I am pretty addicted to the stuff. About 5 minutes later I heard her yell out from the kitchen, "Do you want cream in it?"
"No - I like it black." I responded. I heard the coffee being poured.
"Do you want it in there, or do you have time for a short break?" she questioned.
At this point, I realized that I was taking advantage of her kindness - not only had she made the coffee, and poured me a cup, she was about to deliver it to me. I yelled back "I have time for a quickie, be right there."
I made my way down the hallway toward the kitchen; I turned the corner and entered the room. I stopped dead in my tracks! Debra, our new Marketing Director, was drop-dead gorgeous! She was wearing a tight mid-length jean skirt, with a white polo shirt, and sneakers. Her skin the perfect shade of... well, coffee! At least coffee with a bit of cream in it. She stands about 5'7," with a very "fit" body - All the curves in the right places. :o)
Now, I normally don't stop dead in my tracks for just that - but her chest! She's about a 34C, but that wasn't even what caught my attention... You see, I don't consider myself a "breast man." I enjoy all sizes, big flappers all the way down to flat chested women - if and only if, they meet ONE criterion - they must have above average length nipples! Debra definitely fit the bill; I couldn't take my eyes off of her tits! She was wearing a bra, but even then, they stuck out at least 3 quarters of an inch!
It may be rude to stare at a Woman's chest, like I currently was, but in my defense - I was horney as hell! You see all Work often leads to no sex, and no sex often leads to being incredibly horney! I stood there for what seemed like an eternity. Yes my mouth was open - I may have been drooling too.
She said, "Oh! I'm sorry," and looked down at herself, "I...I thought it would be ok to change, since everyone is gone."
I looked up, realized my mouth was open - shut it, tried to process what she just said, and finally stammered our "Wha?... oh, that's ok. It is after hours."
I then added, "Besides, I'm not your boss.," with a wink and a smile - finally regaining some of my composure.
"Here's your coffee," she said, as she handed me a cup.
We both sat down across from one another. I kept trying not to look at her chest, but I couldn't help it... Yep - they're still hard as rocks! I sighed, and felt my dick start to wake up from its long, long sleep.
"I can go change..." she trailed off, seeing that I was looking at her shirt again...
