My name is Mike. I’m 30 years old, 6’2″ and I’ve got kind of a gut going on. Short, wavy brown hair frames my rather plain face. I’m not ugly per se but I’m certainly no model. I work in a service center that specializes in aviation equipment sales and repairs. I basically take calls from users and help them any way I can; I’m essentially IT and a secretary rolled into one. I typically work standard hours but occasionally I’m assigned a graveyard shift that lasts until the wee hours of the morning. It’s rare to get a call that late but it can and does happen. Such is life I suppose.
I work with several other people but there’s one particular person I enjoy more than any other. Her name is Ann and she is my favorite person to work with. She is 35 years old but she can easily pass for 25-26. She’s not what you would call a classic beauty; she is an average height at 5’7″ and she has a slight chub but she looks great for being married and having had two children. She is semi pear shaped with full, plump breasts that I can tell would easily fit my hand and an ass that has some thickness to it but also fills her pants very nicely. The absolute best thing about her however is her smile. When she smiles it lights up the room and makes everyone around her more at ease and happier. Her laugh is infectious and I always do my best to make sure she’s laughing or smiling; it’s the only thing that makes work bearable.