A Smile to a Wayward Glance

This is part fantasy, part reality. I'll leave it to you to figure which was which!

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This started on a Friday a couple of weeks ago in the elevator. I got into the lift with just one other woman. She was wearing a loose, low V-neck halter top. Women in India, typically wear an inner underneath to maintain a sense of modesty in such clothes. She was no different.

However, her inner in this case was much lower than she would have intended it to be, which left a fair amount of cleavage open to my view. Typically, this wouldn't be so bad (or good) but she was carrying a bag that she held hugged in front of her. This pushed her breasts up and the cleavage she was inadvertently showing was delicious.

Now, although my description would suggest I had an awful long time to view this, I didn't. The ride was to the 10th Floor and took less than a minute. My fleeting glance lingered for about 5 seconds. Yeah, that can be a long time. Don't believe me do you? Count to 5 with me then. 1,2,3,4,5. Loooong time. Enough for her to notice me ogling and look straight at me.

Like a deer in headlights, I had no clue of what the appropriate response to being caught should be. So I stared at her dumbstruck. She released her hold on the bag, let her boobs come down to a normal position and in that instant send a disarming smile my way. Ummm... So I smiled back. What else would I do? She turned away, facing the door and when the door opened, left me to Wishing I could dig my head in the sand.

I gulped, let her walk ahead, put some distance between us and then stared at her well formed arse. As she opened the door to the office she looked back to catch me ogling again, smiled again and went off inside.

Normally, I'm the shy kinds. Well not so much shy as more of the guy that chooses the moral high ground. This was new and a first for me. It took me all the way to lunch to get my blood flowing back to my head.

And then, there she was at the canteen again. Now we're a big unit, about 4000 people here and the chances of running in to the same stranger twice in a day are pretty slim. She was at the counter collecting her order and turned towards the door as I entered. With about 20 feet between us, we made eye contact and didn't break for another 5 seconds as she stood there picking out a spoon.

This time, rather inadvertently, once again my eyes slid down to her breasts. Her slip was much higher this time and only the barest tip of her cleavage was on view. I looked back up in to her eyes, and was again caught in the headlights. She rolled her eyes a little to acknowledge she caught me, still passed a cute, not naughty, but cute little smile and walked away. Gosh was I turned on! After a quick lunch, I rushed to an empty stall and spent the next 20 mins letting off steam. I don't generally wank at work but this was far too much for me to handle.

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It was Wednesday, the next week before I bumped into her again. This time at the coffee machine, it was just us and the pantry boy. I picked a cup and stood behind her sneaking glances at her really nice arse hoping all the time that the pantry boy wasn't looking. She hadn't seen me yet and continued fiddling with the buttons to mix a shot of Latte with a shot of milk.

This time when she turned around, recognition flashed across her face instantly and she gave me her cute smile again. She was wearing a very modest dress though that covered all her assets well. My eyes did not betray me this time and I got away clean as a gentleman.

The coffee machine is placed in a room that has two counters, one along the wall and a half counter which stands about 4 feet high in the middle of the room. I took my position at the coffee machine and loud hum ensured there was no scope for conversation. The half counter is where the cutlery is kept and she reached over stretching to get to a stirrer.

I was turned towards her and her stretch meant she was on her toes, wiggling her bum in the air. I was transfixed. I'm going to hazard a guess that this was definitely being done on purpose this time. I took the opportunity to let my eyes get their fill for as long as possible. When she turned, she obviously caught me fixated on her arse, gave half a giggle and proceeded to walk out of the room. I stood there very aroused and contemplating another trip to the stall. I had a full cup of coffee to finish though and so this time, there was no release for me.

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By the second Friday, I had looked her up in the internal directory and knew her name. Friday morning was a disappointment though and I didn't bump in to her in the lift, the canteen and the cafeteria. I was scheduled to have a miserable Friday with a late call that would keep me at work till 9. Just before my call began at 7, I decided I should force the matter a little and took a walk to a section of the floor I'm not needed to visit.

Sure enough, I found her seated at a desk in an easy to miss corner. I took a circuitous route back to get a closer look at her and hopefully, catch her cute smile again. Right, I was there for the smile.

As soon as she came in better view, I saw she had worn a pretty yellow and white frock that should have ended at her knees. Seated though, it rose a little higher and gave a nice view of her lower thighs. At the bust, it was cut in a square that ended just tantalizingly above where her cleavage starts. I walked past, hoping she'd see me walk towards the cafeteria.

As I stood in the cafeteria, I waited at the counter ready to pick a cup as soon as the door opened. Nothing happened though. I sighed, picked up the cup after a couple of minutes of dawdling and let the coffee machine get on with its screaming.

As soon as the machine started, the door opened and I turned to see her walk in. She smiled again...in a way that let's you know that there's some kind of connection being made. I smiled back and picked up my now full cup. She leaned over the counter to reach for a cup and I froze.

As she reached, her square neckline opened up and I had a fantastic view of her milky boobs. The high counter meant that as she leaned, her boobs rested on and were then progressively squeezed causing a lot of her breast to spill out. She didn't make eye contact though I waited for it.

She picked up a cup and went on to get her coffee. At the machine, she turned and gave me the smile I had been waiting for. The one with the I-know-you-know-I-know how much you're enjoying this! She then picked her filled cup and reached over the counter to reach the stirrers again. This put a lot of leg in my view.

In all this though, she ended up spilling all the stirrers on the floor. I set my cup on the counter and bent down to help her pick up the stirrers. Crouched on knees, she bent forward and put up her ample assets back on show for me. She looked at me again and said, "I was wondering if I would bump in to you today. Didn't think you'd come seeking me out though! Do you like this dress? My boyfriend loves it."

I was a little dumbstruck but I'm not generally known to flounder with words. "Yes, the colour is really pretty!" I said. "It really accentuates your smile. Disarming enough to make one forget you spilled the stirrers on purpose!"

She let out a laugh and said "I'm sure my smile vouches for my innocence. Wouldn't be a bad idea to plead my innocence completely though would it? I mean I have enough evidence to show and prove how innocent I am!" she proceeded to stand back up, turn around and bend again to pick up more of the stirrers. She did so without bending her knees though and brought up a lot of her thighs in view.

"Your case for innocence is stronger now!" I said. "But I believe I did see you topple them with your hand intentionally. I don't think I can see how you're innocent based on the evidence on show."

She turned around without standing up and from my low position, I could see her breasts almost completely spilling out. She laughed at the look in my eyes and stood up. Unintentionally this time, she knocked over my cup spilling coffee all over the counter!

"There's no way you're gonna be able to plead not guilty to that!" I blurted. She flushed at that but came back strong. "oh I have a very strong alibi to show yet! In any case, I intend on cleaning up this mess myself."

In what left me completely stupefied, she put her hands under her dress and pulled down her panties! She went ahead and started wiping the counter with some tissues. I was still down on my knees on the floor, some stirrers in hand as she moved towards me and spread her legs apart. I could see her bikini-waxed nether regions from my vantage point!

Once done with the counter, she bent on her fours, pulled the hem of her dress to her waist and plopped her arse towards me to give me an unrestricted view, leaving nothing to the imagination!

She picked up the remaining stirrers from the floor and then stood to put them back on the counter. I got up and she handed me her coffee and said "I believe that evidence should be enough."

I pocketed her panties and said "Enough evidence to prove there was no malicious intent but I believe a Stern warning is in order" and pulled up her hem up to her stomach again. She just looked at me, not expecting me to have been as brave as that. We were past whatever would have held us back by then and I put my hand on her sopping wet pussy. She turned around from me and we stood behind the counter both facing the door in case someone came in.

My hands reaching forward from behind, and my crotch firmly settled on her arse, I ground at her from behind while playing with her outer lips. I found her cilt and massaged it as she let out soft moans biting her lips to stifle herself. I slipped my middle finger in and used the base of my palm to massage her cilt as I finger fucked her.

The situation was far too electric for either of us to hold out too long and she cupped her mouth as she reached an orgasm. My frantic grinding into her bare ass cheeks and her moans pushed me over the edge and I came in my pants.

It took us a few minutes to compose ourselves and come back to normalcy. She rearranged her dress, cupped her hands around my crotch, leaned over to give me a peck and turned to go out.

I put my finger wet with her juices in her cup that still stood untouched and said "That's a perfectly sweet cup of coffee... And I believe you are innocent. From the looks of it, you were only fixing up a good cup of coffee!" She stood there at the door, half turned towards me and gave the sweetest little giggle I have seen from her yet!