It’s Always the Quiet Ones

Part 1: The Shy Guy & The Nice Girl

It had been a slow year for me and I was tired of being by myself. I had done my part to be the good boy. I listened to my parents while I was in college, I partied very little, I received only high marks, and I finished in 3-1/2 years. I did all that was asked of me. After school I got myself a cushy little job with a great Insurance Firm and had been working my ass off. But now here I was, I had money, a nice place but damn I was lonely. Don’t get me wrong, I had a few dates in college, but no one wanted to date a guy who cancelled dates all the time to study.

So, that was it I made the decision to leave my nerdy ways. I was buying new clothes like mad trying to update my styles. I was making plans to go out every Friday and Saturday night till I fell head over heels in love with someone. Yeah so much for plans, lets see I sat, I drank, I sat, I drank, I chit-chatted a little now and again. Frankly let me just say that I kept putting the pole in the water and the fish I caught were not worth keeping. So after about a month of this (I give up easy), I put myself back into work and said heck with it. And that is where this story really begins.

She worked down the hall from me, her name was Devon. She was the nice looking but quiet and conservative accountant. I saw her in the hall all the time; we passed and always said hi, but nothing more. She was attractive in her business suits with their knee length skirts. I always managed to get her to smile when we passed and it was always the face of a pleasant pretty girl that looked up. However the thought never crossed my mind to think of this girl as a possibility of anything other than professional.

It was late one Friday night and I thought I was the only one still working; everyone else had lives after all. I went down to the copier and stopped before rounding the corner when I heard it running. I peaked around and saw it was Devon, but only a loose reality of the girl I saw every day. Her hair was down and I had never noticed what a glistening shade of red it was. She had her jacket of and was only in a sleeveless blouse. I had to look twice because I was shocked to see what appeared to be the edge of tattoo on her shoulder. I just took her in, thinking to myself that this girl looked better to me than any woman I had ever glanced in my steady diet of porno magazines. She had a great set of buns that her jacket usually left to the imagination. As I continued down I was noticing her fantastic legs, still encased in there slightly opaque pantyhose. Suddenly I heard her clear her throat and I had to jerk my eyes back up off of her legs.

“Hiya, Dan”, she said, with a cockeyed grin held steady on her face.

“Hello Devon, sorry didn’t know anyone else was here”, I rushed out of my mouth as I turned to flee into my office.

“Wait a minute, from the looks of the papers in your hand, I think you needed to make a copy”.

“Oh it can wait till Monday”, I explained, now needing to run to a shelter any shelter.

She then started to approach me, I didn’t know what to do but I held my ground. I thought I would begin to whimper as she stopped in front of me and took the paper from my hands. My eyes couldn’t help but drift down to the front of her smooth blouse as I saw she must have removed her bra at some point because her nipples were quite prominent in a get to know you pose.

“Here, I’ll copy these for you”, she taunted me, as she turned and walked, no strutted to the copier leaving me with empty hands and reflections of legs and ass in my eyes.

She stood over the copier and inserts my papers into it. “How many would you like today” she asked me.

“Just two”, I stammered.

She copied my papers and here I was still just standing by the corner, I am quite sure my mouth was agape but who knows. She was humming with the machine as its green light was reflecting across her blouse like a broken disco light. Her hips were swaying back and forth with the swipe of the copier. She glanced back at me with one eye and gave me the sweetest little wink. I almost fell backwards, if I would have blinked I would have missed it but my god was this girl coming on to me?

The copier stopped and she collected all my sheets and headed back to me. She put them in my hands that had not left their outright position from before. I gazed at her face and eyes as if I couldn’t function without them. I gave to her my thanks and she turned away. Disappointed at the end of the encounter but not surprised I too turned to leave.

As I turned I heard her say “Dan”.

I turned, probably much too quickly, and said “Yes, Devon”.

“I believe from what people tell me about you that you have no plans for tomorrow night, do you?” she asked.

At first I thought about being standoffish and saying it was none of her business, but instead utter something like “No, I don’t”.

“Good” she said flippantly, “Then I’ll see you at my house at 7:00 and we’ll do something, wear something really casual, Okay”. With that she turned and walked away.

I just stood there in amazement. I turned and went back to my office not knowing what to think. Laying my head on my desk I started to murmur to myself. I shut off my computer and left the office. The entire drive home was like being underwater. When I got home I stripped of my clothes and jumped in the shower. I lathered my body up and closed my eyes. As my hand reached my member, it immediately gripped and I began to stroke it with such force as I hadn’t used in a long time. I exploded onto the shower wall in minutes and just stood under the shower letting the chlorine smell take over the tub as I shook my head trying to understand the evening.

Next: (Bare with me it gets real good)

Part 2: The Shy Guy and The Surprise

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