I had little crush on a sexy coworker in the call center I worked at several years ago. She was beautiful, with long wavy brown hair, about 5’5″, very fit and had some of the most fantastic curves I’ve seen. Her ass and long legs always looked amazing with her skirts. I could tell she probably had a great pair of breasts, despite the relaxed fit of her blouses. I was married and had zero intention of acting on the attraction.
The attraction seemed to be reciprocate, as she started sitting with me on breaks from training. I’m 5’11”, dirty blonde (but balding), and rather fit. I’m not very muscular, but I’m very active outdoors and it shows. We had some good chats and found several core common interests.
When we were moved to the call floor for final training we didn’t see each other much. Our breaks didn’t coincide and we were seated in separate rows in a huge room. A few weeks later our exceptional smartphone troubleshooting skills were honored with positions making outbound calls to harder issues that had stumped other techs. We were repositioned beside each other in an oddly obscure area of the room with little oversight. I gave friendly smiles in response to her increased smiling glances, yet had little time to socialize because of break scheduling.
One day we were asked to take a long break because of very low call volume. We walked to the nearby river and chatted as we ate lunch then strolled to complete our 2 hour break. We argued pros and cons of the brand new AndroidOS and iOS, and further discussed natural and herbal medicine. We both have educational and professional history in the latter, so it had been a frequent discussion topic already. **I’m not referring to that “herb.” Haha**
The discussion was not intimate, yet the chemistry was palpable. She led the discussion toward how clothing choices can contribute to health and soon blurted that she never wears a bra. Grinning, she leaned forward and stepped nearer to me. With a quick forward shrug her very relaxed but very cute blouse opened just enough to exhibit the in-your-face proof she was not wearing one at the time.
Without breaking eye contact with the erect nipples of her nearly perfect C cup bosoms, I managed to stammer something about it likely being helpful in breast cancer prevention. She nodded, having not yet looked away from my eyes. Hers contained both an alluring sexiness and an intent observation present in their gaze.
I’m not sure if 5 seconds or 30 had passed when she looked me over and quickly straightened up with a beaming smile. The wonderfully erect nipples were again hidden from view by the outer pleats decorating the low collar of the blouse as she skipped about for a few strides of celebration. I had not only been unable to hide my expressions of approval in her beautiful display, but my slacks were giving away a moderate physiological response as well. “If I were not married, I’d suggest we ask to go home instead of returning to the floor.”
The demeanor of our relationship had been no more than work friends thus far, except perhaps knowing the attraction we had for each other. She knew I was married. It was obvious I was unhappy, without having discussed the relationship. We finished our walk still wearing smiles, yet in a deafening silence; then proceeded to finish our day of calling back customers and exchanging smiles as usual.
A little later I caught her gaze, while I was mid-call, and gave her a big smile while continuing to instruct my customer. Having just finished a call, she had a few moments until her next. The words she mouthed were crystal clear: “guess what else I’m not wearing,” as she began lifting her fantastic right leg from her fanatic left leg in an exaggerated uncrossing of her legs. I was taken aback once again, as I witnessed yet another wonderful hidden attribute of this beautiful woman.
“OK, so what’s next?” the customer asked me, as I watched her slide down in her chair a little and lift her skirt enough to fully show the glistening, nearly dripping wetness between her fit thighs. I didn’t really listen, although I vaguely heard the question. Her box was a neat little spectacle of which I desired to taste. It was likely written it in my awestruck gaze, as she bit her lip intently before sitting back up to turn to her computer with yet another triumphant smile across her beautiful, blushing face.
“Hello, you there? What do I do next?” interrupted the customer on the phone. I stammered an apology, as at least 15 seconds had lapsed while I was too entranced to reply. I slowly began to help them again, trying to store yet displace the sumptuous image burned into my mind at the moment, all while simultaneously trying to rearrange the fresh tightness in my slacks. I heard her giggle as I adjusted my pants and I threw her a “that wasn’t fair” look to go with a blushing smile.
Each day we’d flirt like that. On our last day, which we did not yet know was to be our last day, she expanded her exhibition to showing more than a glimpse. Pulling up her skirt as she did the move which I had grown to enjoy so much, her fingers first touched, then rubbed gently on her tight, glistening outer labia. Soon they were rubbing the inner labia as she looked over to me to be sure I was fixated. She had noticed I’d ended my call and I was about to break for lunch. Still on her call, her eyes kept returning to her computer as she continued talking with her customer. She was making sure I could give her my attention, and she had it!
Soon she was having little spasms from the increased titillation. I saw her hit mute every time she was not speaking and she’d let out quiet little moans only I was near enough to hear. Continuing, she slipping first her middle finger into her tight hole then added her index finger with some difficulty, despite the dripping wetness she had gathering. Instinctively my hand went to my pants and began to gently caress the growing bulge therein, further fueling her toward climax.
“Do you mind if I put you on a brief hold while I look that up to better assist you?” She asked the customer while leaning toward me enough to show me her amazing breasts as she squirmed with the approaching orgasm. “Thank you, I’ll be back with you momentarily.” she said, reaching for the hold button on her phone.
She leaned back, covering her mouth to muffle her escalated moans, as the orgasm wracked her. She ducked low enough not to be seen by others as she slumped, rigidly shaking and holding her mouth covered. As soon as she’d touched the hold button we’d locked eyes. The exhibit was no longer merely the anatomy, but the sharing of the thrill of the erotic experience. Her eyes begged for a chance to experience it physically with one another.
That evening we got a mass email before closing the floor. The contract was being canceled hurriedly. We each opted to look for another job rather than take lower paying contracts. The employer set us up with two weeks of half work to apologize for the contract being canceled(sent oversees for cheaper) with such little notice. It was essentially the best 50, according to our statistics, split into two groups of 25 that got to play cards and board games in an empty training room on alternating days.
Unfortunately we were assigned to opposite groups, so we never saw one another again. I messaged her after I divorced, but she had moved across the country pursuing a great job. I was already in the process of starting separation when this all happened, yet wanted to wait before acting on sexual urges. I guess I should have told her. Read more »