The Lady's Room

Tim had always hated his job, but it was work. It paid the bills and that was all that mattered to him. He wasn't career-minded, and he wasn't what you'd call a loyal employee. He just did what he had to in order to get by.

The firm he worked for was owned by his best friend, Greg. They weren't exactly what you'd call a reputable company, but they did enough business to stay afloat. Maybe it was this generation that held and cultivated this attitude.

Wake up, fucker! You've got mail! Tim always laughed every time he heard his email notification. It never got old. What's more was the fact that this type of thing was acceptable in the office. Maybe not acceptable, meaning that it was in the Code of Conduct or anything. You wouldn't find anything saying, "We don't give a shit what you do, as long as you do your work." But no one ever complained or griped about anything – aside from the time Jerry, who sat a few cubes down from Tim, started playing some Michael Bolton bullshit. Jokes had bounced around the office for weeks.

His email was from Greg.

Hey!

I just hired this chick, Gloria. Dude, take a look at her ass! She has to be the hottest bitch I've ever seen. A definite ass-et to the company. And don't worry about looking for her. I assigned her to Jeff Formadire's old cube, right next to you! I thought maybe she'd help you out with your "productivity," or reproductivity, if you'd prefer! lol

Anyway, have fun trying to concentrate.

Greg

"Whatchya readin'?" Tim practically jumped out of his seat when the voice popped up right behind him. He'd read that email about 5 times, so he had no idea how long the person behind him had been standing there, or what they saw. Instinctively he minimized the email and tried to turn around slowly, trying not to seem startled. He'd always thought he was smooth, but it was pretty obvious that he was startled.

He knew right away that it was Gloria, and was Greg ever right about her. He tried as hard as he could to make it seem like he wasn't giving her the elevator eyes. He knew he had to maintain eye contact, at least until she turned to leave, and at least for their first conversation.

"I'm sorry. Am I interrupting?" she asked, letting the sarcasm ooze from her tone.

"Oh. No. No you're not. I was just getting updated before I started on my reports."

"Updated, eh? Sure. Ok. Well, my name's..."

"Gloria. I know." Females always like it when a guy's informed and in charge. At least that's what Tim thought.

"Wow, I'm impressed. You're pretty quick." She put her hand on her hip and leaned against the wall of his cubicle. She had a penetrating stare, and it, surprisingly, intimidated him – which in turn, turned him on. But now wasn't the time for letting his hormones take hold of the conversation.

"Well, you know, being a guy 'n all... not to mention this department's manager, I'm pretty well aware of everything that happens here, and of anyone coming and going. If that means anything to you?" He let his confidence ooze with the same intensity as her sarcasm.

"Greg tells me you're going to be training me." As if to hint that he was incapable.

"Really? He didn't mention that in his email." He said, almost speaking to himself. Right away he knew he slipped up.

"Oh, an email? About me? Can I see it?" Her eyes widened and she took an eager step or two closer to his desk.

There was no way he could show her that email. Definitely not yet. He didn't know anything about her, whether or not she'd be offended (let alone turned off) by it. Of course, Tim was always concerned about always keeping the ladies in a non-turned-off mood. He didn't think about much else.

"Well... I kinda deleted it." He wondered if she would believe that, because he knew he didn't.

"Awwww... You deleted it? Why would you do something like that?"

"I have a pretty good memory. I just read it and threw it out. Not that I need to report to you or anything." Bragging was Tim's specialty.

"I see. Well, speaking of reports and reporting, what's that window you've got minimized? Does that say 'hot bitch?' That seems a little inappropriate for the workplace. Shouldn't you save the porno for when you get home??"

He almost jumped out of his seat at the words "hot bitch." This time he was looking right into her eyes. He knew she saw him jump. But, damn, she had some good eyes. How could she have seen that from where she was?

"Oh, it's just a..." Before he could even attempt to defend himself she pushed him right out of the way.

"Just let me see! I'm a big girl. It's not like I've never seen tits before." She was playful – to say the least. He almost toppled right out of his chair from the force of that shove. His chair banged against the wall of his cubicle and was lucky he didn't fall over.

"So you deleted that email did you? Doesn't look like it from where I'm standing." Half scowling, she walked over to the entrance to his cube, then, putting her hands on her hips she gave a glance over her shoulder at him. "So, how's it look?" She was visibly irritated.

Judging from her expression, he thought it best to play dumb. "How's what look?"

"Oh, you know what! Do I have to stick it in your face and bob it up and down??" She seemed a little overeager for an answer. In any case, he certainly wouldn't have minded if she had put it in his face and bob it up and down. It was a great ass.

"It's pretty nice." He knew he sounded like a dork.

"Pretty nice?? Am I the hottest chic you've ever seen? I mean, Greg seems to think so!" Her level of irritation seemed to drop a little. She was definitely looking for a better answer than that. She almost seemed to enjoy the compliment.

"You want an honest answer?" He lifted his brow and crossed his arms. Surely she was just being sarcastic.

"You better believe I do. If I'm going to be working with someone 5 days a week, 30% of my life or whatever... he'd better be honest with me! I mean, if you're going to say stuff like this about me, I'd rather it be to my face, and not sneaking around with emails to your friends. That's a little childish, don't you think?"

"Well, since you put it that way, I'd have to agree with Greg. You, no doubt, have the hottest ass I've ever seen. It's too bad we're in public, or I'd ask for a better look." There was a little bit of a flinch as he finished his sentence, half-expecting a slap in the face.

"Easy there, big boy. I'm not that easy! Anyway, come over to my desk and show me where to get started," she said, passing off the conversation off as if it never happened.

She turned and walked around the corner, but not quickly enough for Tim to miss another glance at that ass. It really was incredible. Her skirt fit in all the right places, cupping the bottom of her ass just enough to make him insanely jealous – making him wish he was that skirt that so firmly grasped her bottom. He suddenly found himself imagining what it would be like. What it would be like when she slipped him on, her silky legs sliding down, feeling every inch of them as they glided through, waiting for the moment when she would surround herself with him. He would squeeze that ass with every ounce of fiber he had. She would stand in the mirror and admire herself in the skirt that seemed to love her body as much as she did...

"HEY! Are you coming or what?" she shouted, sounding muffled, as if she was too busy to stop what she was doing to direct her attention to him.

He jumped at the sound of her voice. That daydream had lasted a little longer than it should have.

He got up and walked around the corner just in time to see her bending over, hitting the power button on her computer. All he could see was her legs leading up into her skirt. He imagined it lifting just a little more to reveal what he knew was a thong going down the crack of her ass. All he would have to do is slide that thin piece of silk just a little bit. Just enough to make room for his already throbbing cock. Her pussy, he knew, would be dripping with desire. She wouldn't hear his pants unzipping. Yet, the instant she felt his red hot cock against her, she would press her hips into him, letting out a whimpering moan of passion.

Why was life so cruel? He couldn't keep his mind off her. It took all he had to keep his hands off her. She had her hair up in a loose bun, and when she stood up, he noticed that the few free strands of hair had framed her face beautifully. It was obvious that she worked out – frequently. It wasn't only her ass. Everything on her was tight. Her breasts were firm, and she wore a black button-up shirt that fit just right – probably to let everyone know they were firm (she was confident, just like him). There was a slight amount of tension on the buttons, giving Tim hope that he could maybe get a peek inside that shirt if he looked at her at the right angle, at those perfect tits. He could see the entire surface of them, every curve, and the nipples... they were perfect. But she didn't show any cleavage. She was completely covered. She left a lot to the imagination – and the way Tim's imagination was going, he didn't have much room in his head for much else.

Her abs were perfect. Her shirt had crept up a little from bending over, giving Tim a peek at her dynamite tummy. He saw what was definitely muscle tone. She quickly covered up, but almost seeming to linger for a brief second. Pretending not to notice? Teasing? It was almost too much. He was fighting an erection with all his might – but it was no use. He held his Training Material binder in front of his crotch so she wouldn't notice. He was driving himself insane. Everything she did, it seemed to be flirtation, but it could have just been all in his mind.

"Take a picture why don't ya? It'll last longer." She squinted in a way that almost seemed like a wink. Was it really that obvious? Had he really been staring at her that long?

"I'm sorry, Gloria. It's just that... well... it's your ass. Well, more than just your ass. I mean, you wanted honesty, right?" He knew he was bordering on sexual harassment, but his hormones were clouding his thoughts – and he figured he said it playfully enough that she wouldn't conclude that he was as serious as he knew he really was.

"It's my ass, is it? Well, seeing how you aren't thinking straight, why don't we go take a break. I need a coffee before we start anyway." She walked past him, but as she passed, she grazed her hand along his stomach, grabbing his tie. He wasn't totally sure what that meant, but he was sure that he was going with her.

As he walked behind her, passing cubicle after cubicle, he stared straight ahead, not taking his eyes off her legs, which lead up to her ass, then the hips, her narrow torso, but always, his eyes went back to her ass. Her beautiful behind seemed to sway in time with the cubicles passing on each side, the clicking of her heels in time with that. It was a rhythm that has hypnotizing as well as erotic. The scenery of the office seemed almost to be a backdrop for her. A canvas where she painted her body. He couldn't look away. He had almost forgotten where he was, or even that he was walking.

As she walked, she put her right hand on her ass and seemed to emphasize her strut. He almost thought he saw her give a little squeeze. When he saw her give that playful look over her shoulder again, and he knew she gave her own ass a squeeze. She knew he was looking, and she loved it.

He could only hope and pray for what she meant by having a break. God, a blowjob would be perfect. Her lips were just right. Soft and full. She wore lipstick. Not a lot, but enough to make his cock's journey into her mouth a smooth and pleasurable one. He'd loved lipstick blowjobs. He thought it was the most erotic thing to have it smeared all over his cock as she sucked. Just thinking about those lips sliding up and down was making him hard.

As they passed the cubes and were about halfway down the main hallway, she paused and turned to see him following.

"I knew you'd be behind me. After all, I do have the hottest ass you've ever seen." She cocked her head and stuck her ass out at him. She winked at him and pointed toward the men's room. "You gonna go jack off? I can't work with a guy who's as horny as you are. So, you'd better go relieve yourself."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He finally realized exactly how obvious he really was. There was no point in hiding anything anymore.

"Jack off? I was hoping to get a little help." He winked.

"A little help? Want me to go get Greg for you? I'm sure he'd be more than happy to give you a hand with your pee-pee." She smirked.

"Pee-pee?? " He cackled. "I can't believe you just said that. This, right here is a cock, not a pee-pee. As he pointed, it brought her attention to his erection, which she could see through his pants, even from where she was standing. Here eyes widened again, only more so than when she heard that there was an email floating around about her. She also began to bite her bottom lip. She was obviously impressed, as well as surprised, by his size.

"You have no idea how horny I am right now. Seriously, looking at you, just being near you this short time has been driving me wild. Yeah, I told you that you were hot, but I don't think you realize how hot I think you really are. And since you want honesty, I can't stop thinking about your lips around my cock." He was practically begging her, but with a strange tone of emotionality. What made the scene even more embarrassing was the fact that he could now suddenly hear his voice echoing in the hallway. Yet somehow, luckily, no one was in that hall to hear him. If they had, he undoubtedly would have been fired on the spot. Even for this place, that kind of behavior was totally unacceptable.

She gave him a look he'd never seen before. It was a look of intimacy, of confusion, and what looked like fear. He couldn't really decipher it. She turned slowly and walked into the lady's room. After about 10 seconds, she peaked her head out and indicated with her finger for him to follow her. He followed her without even thinking about it.

"You're kinda cute, you know that? I've never had a guy be so honest with me. I mean, I know every guy needs a BJ once in a while, but you actually came out and said it. You didn't try to get me in bed and attempt to force my head down there, as most guys try – hinting at what they want. You're a nice guy. I think that at least deserves some respect."

"Some respect? What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm going to give you what you want. But..."

"But?" He really had no right to ask anything. He was getting head from the hottest girl he'd ever met in his life. But it was his manly, selfish nature to wonder what the "but" was all about.

"But... you've got to treat me like a lady, not a slut. I want us to get to know each other more. I want dinner and maybe a movie later on. I can't just suck you off and not expect something in return. And I really don't think that you are that selfish. I think, if my impressions of you are correct, that you're not just attracted to my body. I think that you, like me, are interested in more."

She had definitely surprised him. She'd also had him pinned down pretty well. He wondered if it was he that was too shallow, or if she was seriously looking into his soul, seeing what he wanted. It also seemed as if being behind closed doors opened up a much softer side of her, a side she didn't show in the office – a side she didn't want people to see. He was already so attracted to her. He couldn't resist. He knew that he wanted everything she was offering. It almost seemed too good to be true. They were a lot alike, and dating her would be the perfect thing for him. He supposed that it was time for a serious relationship. Or, at least that's how he thought when he mind was clouded with desire.

"Absolutely. I would love that. I just can't believe this is really happening. Dating a woman as hot as you... and a BJ to boot!" he said with a chuckle. His softer side had come out too. He did tend to be over-emotional, but it was alright now. She was just like him.

"Hey, guys aren't the only ones who like blowjobs every now and then. It's kinda fun, especially at work. Never know who's gonna walk in." She grabbed his hand and they entered the stall closest to the door.

She turned and faced him and took the bun out of her hair. When it fell, he saw just how beautiful she really was. With her hair down, she was 10 times sexier, 10 times more beautiful. She threw her head back in order to get her hair out of her face and began unbuttoning her shirt, looking only at him the whole time.

"God, you're so beautiful. I don't deserve this." Sometimes he thought he was too emotional. But seeing her, here... part of him loved her already. She seemed perfect in so many ways.

"Of course you do. You deserve it more than most guys on this planet. I can tell that you really are sensitive when you're hormones aren't running wild. And that's fine, because that's pretty much how I am. When I'm horny, I can't think about much else either. And you know what else? I'm actually pretty horny myself, Mr. Timmy. I'm actually looking pretty forward to us being together, if it works out that is."

As she finished unbuttoning her shirt, her breasts revealed themselves, almost seeming to push her shirt out of the way. The sight of her was beyond words. Her nipples were pointing directly at him. She was enjoying this as much as he was. He grabbed the stall door and locked it behind him. She sat down on the toilet and directed him to stand in front of her.

"What do you think Timmy? Do you like them?" She cupped her breasts and looked up at him. "They're all yours for the next few minutes, and maybe longer. If you like me, that is." She winked and waited for his response.

He couldn't even bring himself to answer her. All he could do was cup each breast with his hands and feel the nipples hard against his palms. She looked at him with longing eyes. A longing that was beyond their current surroundings or situation. It was a look of love, and of happiness. He'd felt as if he'd known her forever.

She began with her hand, rubbing up and down the surface of his pants, revealing the shape of his erection. "That's a pretty big cock, Timmy. I sure hope I can swallow all that." She winked and looked up at him.

"I sure hope you can too."

"Well, let me take a look at your pee-pee." As she unzipped his pants, his erection practically jumped out of his pants, slapping her on the nose.

"Ouch! That really is a big pee-pee. This looks like it's going to be as fun for me as it is for you. Are you ready, Timmy?" She looked up, giggling.

"Oh God, I'm more than ready, Gloria. Just go sl..." Before he could even finish his sentence, she grabbed his cock with two hands and slowly, licking her lips, let him glide inside her mouth. He'd never felt anything like this before in his life. She worked his cock like she'd wanted it as bad as he wanted this. After a few seconds, she let go with her hands and began playing with her right nipple, while the left hand grabbed his ass, pulling and guiding him as his penis made its way in and out. She began moaning as she sucked, his cock sliding in and out of those luscious lips, all the while still with her eyes giving him that look of longing.

"Oh God, Gloria, you feel so good." His voice echoed. This was more than he could ever ask for. He felt like he was falling in love already.

She pulled him out and stopped for a second. "You like that, huh? Well, I like it too. I love suckin' your cock. Doesn't it make you want me?"