My Fantasy Girl Ch. 01

I entered the first of the two doors to the customer service department and looked around. It looked like a classroom, with five rows of six desks each neatly lined up, facing the front of the room (cubicles were not common in 1975 so a large open room for functions like accounting, customer service and order processing was normal). There was even a row of hooks along the side wall for everyone's overcoats. The desks right in front of me were all occupied but there were several empty desks on the far side of the room, including the entire first row. At the front, between the two doors, were two offices. Each office had a door to the right and a large 4' by 8' plate glass window just above desk height. James came out of his office and led me to the first desk of the empty row.

I could not help but think back to grade school; here I was again in the first desk of the first row! James explained that the customer service representatives (CSRs) spent all their time on the phone so the room was necessarily noisy and this was as far away as he could put me. I assured him I had worked in lots noisier environments (true) so it wouldn't be a problem.

Then he turned to the second office. "Lissa, would you please come out here a minute." And there she was, walking toward us, wearing the same skirt I had seen her in back in November. It was everything I could do to keep my eyes up, rather than looking at her legs. "Lissa, this is Bob. He's going to use this desk when he's here." "Hello, Melissa," I interjected, but she didn't smile, didn't even look at me. James went on, telling her to get me some supplies. She went out the door and I settled in at the desk while James returned to his office. Melissa returned with some supplies a couple of minutes later and put them on my desk without a word, even after I thanked her.

I took in my surroundings. It was just like a classroom, except we all had steelcase desks instead of the old student's desks and there was no big round clock at the front of the room. The noise was a continuous din as every CSR was constantly on the phone, either with salesmen or customers. It was an even mix of men and women, most of whom were my age or older. They all looked at me as I first came in, but now most of them went back to their phones and the papers on their desks. One, however, a woman about 35-40 kept looking over at me. I quickly sensed that she was a nosy one and probably a rumor-monger. Every office has one!

Right in front of me was the plate glass window of Melissa's office. If she sat up at her desk we would be staring at each other. But she didn't sit up. Her head was down, always!

She was James' secretary but she had very little typing to do. Her real job was as a file clerk. One of the CSRs would call her on the phone to request some information. She would go to one of the four filing cabinets in her office to get it, then walk it out to the CSR's desk Periodically, she would empty their out-baskets and return the data sheets to the filing cabinets. Three of the filing cabinets were at the back of her office, behind her desk, but the fourth was at the front to the right of the door. It was turned at a right angle so, when she stood at that cabinet she was in the doorway and I had a perfect view of her in profile. And this was the filing cabinet that was used almost all the time.

I did not get much work done that morning! Every time she got a request I could not help myself, I followed her every move, surreptitiously of course.

She walked much faster than she did the day I saw her sauntering along the hallway with her friend, and she took long strides for such a short girl, with an exaggerated heel-toe step. The first time I saw her walk, I couldn't help but think of my army days. It would take a lot of effort to teach her to march without bobbing up and down. As her head rose and then fell two things happened. Her hair rose and fell without separating at all. And the hem of her skirt rose and fell as well. I found it hard to believe that, from my sitting position, I could not see the cheeks of her ass when the skirt bobbed up, but I couldn't.

All morning, as she left and then returned to her office, she never once looked in my direction. At her desk she always sat with her head down. Oh, well, I thought, this is nothing new. Attractive girls never pay any attention to me.

And then 12 o'clock came. It was as if the CSRs were responding to one of those dog whistles that humans can't hear. Everyone stopped talking at the same time, put down their phones, and got up to go to lunch. The timing of it all was one of the most startling things I'd ever seen.

Just as I always came in a few minutes late in the morning I always waited to go to lunch and to leave at the end of the day. The idea was to not interfere with the regular employees who often had to follow a clock. As I went back to work I noticed that Melissa had not left when the others did. Then at about ten after the hour she got up and left through the second door , without a coat, and, of course, without a word or glance to me. Coincidence or fate?

Actually, at the time, I wasn't thinking about coincidence or fate at all. As I ate lunch I thought of how sad Melissa was. She never smiled, didn't talk except to answer the CSRs, sat with her head buried; yes, she was very sad. She certainly wasn't interested in me either, although that could simply be that I was much older than she was.

The afternoon was a repeat of the morning. The noise of all the concurrent conversations melted into a continuous din. And Melissa made frequent trips to a CSR and back to her office. I still couldn't believe that her bouncing hem never gave me a view of her butt! She must have set that hem with a micrometer to be a maximum tease but not reveal too much.

Five o'clock was a repeat of noon! All the conversations ended immediately and all the CSRs filed out quickly. Melissa did not rush out like the others, but she did not stay long either. After a minute or two she left through the first door, picking up her coat on the way out.

That evening as I ate dinner I did some serious thinking. No doubt, I was infatuated with Melissa but did I really want to cheat on my wife. In my mind, even just asking her to dinner would be cheating, because I knew I would want more eventually. On the other hand, things were so bad between Joan and me on a couple of major issues that we appeared to be headed for a divorce whether or not there was a third person involved. Both Joan's family and mine had a history of long marriages. Both sets of parents were approaching their fiftieth anniversaries; my brother was near his thirtieth; my sister was divorced, but only years after her husband became lost in gambling and abandoned his family. So I did not take lightly the possibility of stepping out on Joan.

I didn't see things improving at home and, as they say, you've only got one life to live, so I finally decided I wanted to ask Melissa out, but now I had another problem. Even at thirty-eight I was very unsure of myself with regard to women. I had to get up the courage to ask her, and what if she said no! After all, she didn't show the slightest interest in me today. It would be horrible if she said no and then I had to go on facing her each day.

I decided that if tomorrow was like today with all the CSRs charging out at noon but Melissa staying rooted at her desk I was going to go talk to her and see where it led. With my mind made up, I went back to my motel room and masturbated, the second time today I had done so while thinking about the living doll in that tiny skirt!

When I arrived at the office Wednesday morning the CSRs were going full speed ahead; i.e. - the noise level was as high as ever. A few minutes after I got settled in Melissa made her first exit from her office and I was able to confirm what I had already surmised: her ass was as nice as her legs!!

She was wearing a pair of chocolate-brown slacks which were woven, probably a gabardine, but they might just as well have been knit because they fit like they were painted on. From the back of her waist a smooth concave curve led to her very firm cheeks. Her belly was totally flat as if she had a board under her slacks from her crotch to her belly-button, which I soon deduced was an innie. Her walking style was the same bouncing steps as on the previous day. Her hair still flew up and down with each step but her butt cheeks did not bounce at all. She definitely had a teenager's body. She completed her outfit with a white blouse and a beige vest with flower appliques.

I became more and more tense as the morning wore on, checking my watch every few minutes, wondering why time was moving so slowly, and not sure if I should approach Melissa or not. Finally the moment of truth arrived! It was noon and all the CSRs dropped their phones like they were on fire and headed for the door. Melissa was still at her desk. When the room was empty I took a deep breath and told myself to go for it.

Melissa's head was down, like always, and she didn't look up when I went into her office and stood by her desk. "wow, I can't believe this place. I've been to a lot of different companies but I've never seen a place where everyone's constantly on the phone and then they all hang up immediately when 12 o'clock comes."

Still not looking up,"Yeah, I know. It takes some getting used to."

"I noticed yesterday and again today that you didn't leave when the others did. Don't you eat lunch?"

"Ha!" Not really a laugh, but she did look up -- a little. "Yes. I bring my lunch, and eat with my friend, Melanie." That's probably the girl I saw her with back in November. "She works in the production office and they only get a half hour for lunch from 12:15 to 12:45 so I stay here until it's time to go join her."

"Well, I'm glad to hear you do eat lunch. You're slim enough now. I wouldn't want to see you waste away to nothing. Tell me, do you also eat dinner?"

"Ha!, of course!"

"Good! I really do love my job. I get to travel a lot and visit many different companies but one of the bad things about it is I usually wind up eating dinner alone. If you're free this evening I'd really like you to have dinner with me." There, I got out the words and I didn't stumble on any of them. Now I just had to wait for her answer.

She's not saying anything. Oh God, she's taking so long she's probably thinking of a nice way to say no.

I never should have done this. I'm so much older than her. She probably thinks I'm ridiculous.

"Okay. Sure, I'll have dinner with you."

Oh, wow! She said yes. Fantastic! "Great. Let me have your address and how to get there, and your phone number in case I get lost."