Office Quickies - A Nice Surprise - Sex Stories

Office Quickies - A Nice Surprise

My heart was beating a little faster. My palms were a little damp. Keith Marshall had been looking right at me before I ducked my head below the cubical wall again. I had been working for the Healthcare Services Corporation as the Communications Manager for a little over two months, and though the corporate building held over 400 employees, I thought there very few cuties at the company. I didn’t know how to handle this! I’d never really had a work crush before. I felt like a school girl! What made this situation a little riskier was that I was a married woman. But, I could not deny the uninhibited electricity that seemed to flow between me and Keith. “I saw that little interaction,” came the voice in the next cubicle. The voice came from Mark Russell, Special Events Manager, who was a hottie himself. Mark was 6’ 1” tall, broad shouldered, sandy blonde hair, and eyes the color of a deep blue ocean. His skin showed the right amount of tan to let you know that he enjoys spending time outdoors. Working directly with Mark means that I had to take a hands off attitude. At least face to face. It was a whole different situation in my mind. “Do you think he was looking at me?” I asked from my side of the cubicle. My mouth felt dry. I think all of the moisture from my mouth went to my palms. This is ridiculous! I have to get control of myself, I thought as I wiped my hands on my skirt. I’d always seen myself as a cool, calm and collected professional. Always focused on my career and ...

... not on those that I’d worked with. But, my 40th birthday had just past. I wished that someone would have told me that my libido would change so drastically. Now, every tall, dark, and handsome male turned my head like no other. I regularly carried extra panties in my purse because I never knew when some hottie would make my panties wet with just a look. “Oh, I think he was looking right at you. What’s not to look at?” Mark gave a deep, throaty chuckle. I knew that he was enjoying my discomfort, but I also wanted to know what he meant by that. I admit that I was relatively happy with my looks, but what girl did not find something about themselves that they wanted to improve? When I go out with my girlfriends for drinks, I often see men glancing my way, but I’d often shrugged it off because I was, essentially, off the market, and really only interested in hanging out with the girls. My looks were what you’d consider exotic. My dad is black and my mother is a beautiful Filipina, which meant that I had beautiful chocolate skin with black, silky wavy hair that fell to the middle of my back. My eyes were almond shaped and a deep chocolate brown with naturally curled eye lashes. I had natural curves that most women would pay to have. The only alteration that I’d made to my body was to give me a flat stomach. No matter how much I worked out after having children my belly never seemed to want to part with the rest of my body. My flat belly made my G sized boobs seem more pronounced ...