A first impression of me would probably be: serious, intense, "can he?" :-)
My personality, once you strike up a conversation with me, would prove the opposite. This type of balance, if you can call it that, works for me. It keeps people guessing and forces me most of the time to get out and talk or do.
About two years ago I started in a new job that had more men in the office as apposed to women. In such a setup women automatically, go into a defensive mode, almost protecting themselves and each other from the horny, always in need, men. The particular men in this office were your average types who showed little promise of ever scoring anything more than two fucks a month. I don't blame them either, because they had important tasks to perform at work and concentration was vital. This was the perfect environment for me, it meant I was comfortable to talking to the women in the office - it was simply an awesome challenge. They kept to themselves, carefully selecting their conversational topics.
There was one woman in particular who was completely withdrawn from the group. A cub straying too far from the pack, if you ask me. You could easily overlook her in a crowd, as she simply never wore any revealing clothing. Hmmm, this was a challenge. She had a routine of wearing a long black dress every Tuesday, without fail. I have no idea till this day why she did that.
The office building was a bit modern, with the open office feel to it, that is that we all sat in one big hall. To avoid any use of cubicles, implicit or implied, large indoor plants were placed next to each desk. Each person has a "desk partner", which simply meant a person sat directly opposite you, each having a stylish desk, with no partition above or below the desk. And guess what, the strayed cub was my desk partner. I tried many times to get a glimpse of flesh, but her hands and face were all. Don’t get me wrong, she was no emo or dressed like that for religious reasons. She was actually quite stylishly dressed, just extremely conservative in her dress. All that I could get from her each day was a smile, a soft hallo followed by a swing of the hair from her face to reveal more of the smile. This went on for three months.
Now, it was March, my birthday month, that I got her to laugh out a little louder to one of my silly jokes. This, I guess was the ice breaker.
Tuesday, on my birthday, black skirt Tuesdays I coined it. The young cub reached over to my desk and gave my a cupcake with a single candle on it and whispered “Happy birthday”, followed by a smile, followed by a swing of the hair from her face to reveal more of the… wait… she stuck her tongue out jokingly. Eureka!! I think I am in there, bubba!
That was unfortunately all I was going to get for that day and for the rest of the month. Heartbreaking!
Black skirt Tuesday, a month after my birthday and the same routine: a soft hallo followed by a swing of the hair from her face to reveal more of the smile. Wait, she… ah bugger, I dropped all the paperwork from my desk on the floor. This was one of those days that I didn’t want to last any longer. It was tough. Now I had to go down on my knees picking up and ordering the papers again. The thought of looking under the desk never occurred to me, especially not on that particular day, but there were paper sheets that needed to be collected. While there, I noticed my little cub was doing something out of character. This was unexpected and completely … well… completely dirty. She was playfully opening and closing her legs, but only about 20cm each time. That was not the naughty part, while opening and closing her legs, she was slowly, and I mean slowly, pulling her dress up revealing, as expected black stockings.
While she is doing this, I slowed down to almost a Matrix bullet-time speed in collecting the sheets of paper from he floor. My head could not turn away from this bizarre occurrence. This was not turning me on yet, it was more fascination at this point. The hem of the dress was now hallway of her chin, revealing more of the leg, which is revealing the form of her leg and boy was it something.
Further it goes, higher just below the knee, enough for me to get a glimpse of her thighs. That… that… that.. is a garter belt. Oh my world!! She is wearing thigh stocking with garter belts!! The papers dropped to the floor once more. The fascination heightened and combined with excitement and a throbbing in my pants. Higher the dress went and stopped in the middle of the thighs, while she was still opening and closing, but this time she slid deeper into her seat, closer to my direction. She closed her legs a little longer, squeezing and letting out a faint audible squeak. She opened her legs slowly and wider, revealing what I would not have expected in a million years. A dripping wet, pulsating pussy, framed by the crotchless lace white panty. At this time, I moved closer, more to hide the bulge, clearly visible to anyone walking past. My eyes could not lose sight of what I was witnessing absolute wonder.
Her hand revealed itself from above her desk towards her crotch. Her legs opening even wider, and she sliding even deeper into her chair, as she separates her pussy lips, and digging into her now completely drenched pussy, even dripping onto the floor. This next part I could not believe, just as I thought she was about to continue in her motion, she pulls out her pussy a short, but thick black, studded, vibrator.
Once the vibrator was out, she pointed it at me, gesturing to me to come closer. The thighs still shivering from the orgasm, and the pussy still dripping and now the vibrator fully drenched, was the setting for what was next a playground.
I took the vibrator into my mouth, sucking it clean in one go, nestled my hands one on each inner thigh and gave her the ol’ cub salute: a soft hallo followed by a swing of the pussy lips with my tongue to reveal more of the smile.
The excitement of knowing that anyone could just walk by or already be watching us, combined with the excitement that we finally had each other. Her moans were low, but steady. Her movements were subtle, but constant. Her orgasm were short, but often. We both wanted more, and more. She pushed my head deeper into her, even grabbing me by the ears to get even more out.
Aaah!! The phone rang and the boss shouted out from the office for the pile of papers containing the report. My naughty cub, pulled back into her seat, closed her legs. I gathered myself, corrected my bulge and took the long walk to the boss’ office. When I returned by bulge was gone, and my naughty cub looked up at me, gave a soft hallo followed by a swing of the hair from her face to reveal more of the smile, then said: “now it’s your turn to cum. Meet me at your car in 5 minutes!”
Every week for two years, I played with my naughty cub in the open office.
