Greetings all; the characters in my stories exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows?
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It was casual Friday at the office and Karen was wearing her normal outfit, a fitted sleeveless top and spandex pants. She was in the break room making herself a morning cup of coffee when Brad walked in carrying a bag filled with bagels and a container of smear on top of two boxes of doughnuts.
He was about six feet tall, with an athletic body, black hair, and blue eyes, all of which reminded her of her father, and she was in love with both of them. "Brad let me help you with that," she said with a warm smile suddenly appearing on her angelic face.
"Thanks... grab the container of smear please," he replied, and she did.
They then exchanged a proper greeting and were sitting the food on a table when Hoss walked through the door with swag oozing from his pores. He'd been given the nickname of Hoss because he was big, strong, and dependable, rather than it being derived from his ethnicity.
While Brad was wearing his usual casual Friday outfit of a polo shirt and a pair of jeans, Hoss had on his usual spandex shirt that hugged his pecs, and showed every ridge caused by his abs. As impressive as his upper body was it was the fact that he didn't wear trousers on casual Fridays that always got Karen's attention. While technically it may have been true that an anthropomorphic horse's skin was his clothes, she couldn't ignore his sheath and the big balls dangling between his legs.
"Good morning, Hoss," she said once she tore her eyes away from his groin.
"Good morning y'all," he replied in his booming deep voice as he stood beside Brad.
"Hey Hoss," responded Brad as he focused intensely on a bagel so that his eyes weren't mysteriously drawn to Hoss's junk.
"Mm, that looks good," said Hoss as he subtly checked out Karen's petite body before looking at the snacks on the table.
Karen saw how he looked at her and her core instinctually tightened, then she glanced down at his groin again and saw that the head of his cock was protruding out of its sheath. When she somehow pulled her eyes off of his crotch and looked at his face, she saw a smirk as he put a smear on a bagel, which made her suspect that he'd seen her looking at him down there. She sheepishly turned her head away from him and picked up her cup of coffee, then took a sip.
A moment later Brad headed out of the break room while saying, "See-Ya Karen."
Hoss was a step behind him as he glanced at her and smirked again before also telling her that he'd see her later. "Bye guys," she responded as nonchalantly as she could, then she subtly peeked at Hoss's powerful buttocks as he walked out of the door. Once he was out of sight she sat down and grabbed a doughnut. 'What is the matter with me, I was practically drooling while I was looking at his genitals and he saw me doing it," she chastised herself, then she bit into the doughnut.
Comfort food always fixed what ailed her and the delicious, sweet treat did indeed distract her from thinking about Hoss for a few moments.
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Once she was done, she headed to her cubicle, but when she reached a metaphorical and actual fork in the passageway, the stressful feeling that had subsided returned. The most direct route to her cubicle was to her left, but she desperately wanted to look at Hoss again, so she clenched her jaw and exhaled in exasperation and took the path to her right.
As she was approaching his cubicle, she could see his ears above the top of the wall, so she knew he was standing at his drafting table. The image of his muscular chiseled torso and animalistic genitalia popped into her head again, and the tightness in her core returned. She was beginning to feel flustered, but she couldn't turn around because she'd feel silly if she ran away.
"Taking the scenic route to your place, are you?" asked Hoss jokingly when he saw her passing the entrance to his cubicle.
"I guess so," she responded and paused though there really wasn't a reason for her to stop walking.
"These casual Fridays are great aren't they," he commented, just to make conversation with her since she was standing there as if she wanted to talk.
"Yeah, I like them too," she replied as her eyes traveled down to his sheath and lingered there for a moment before she forced herself to look up at his face.
"It'd be fine with me if every day was casual Friday, " he stated jokingly as he pretended that he hadn't noticed the direction of her eyes, but he allowed his cock to begin to come to life.
"I'm not sure how much work I'd get done," she said, then she glanced down below his waist again and gasped as her breath caught in her throat when she saw that his flat headed cock was peeking out of his sheath again.
"Me neither," he agreed as he watched her eyes again, and when he saw that they were aimed at his cock once more it crept even further out of his sheath.
By that point she could smell the musky aroma of arousal from his manhood, and her own juices were beginning to flow. "Well, I'd better get going," she said abruptly.