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By *ig1gaz1 OP Man
over a year ago
bradford |
Sandra is one of my office mates and presented the typical dilemma that confronts every red-blooded male with female coworkers. Long dark hair falls to the middle of her back
and frames a wholesome girl-next-door face with a cute nose, a ready smile and sparkling eyes. She is pretty, flirtatious, fills her casual conversations with sexual innuendo and
sends dirty jokes through email. It's always a thin line that I have to walk when talking to her because you never know when you're going to go too far and be accused of sexual
harassment or damage your working relationship with a woman like Sandra but the fun of talking to her usually outweighs the danger and auction day was no exception.
"How's it hangin' Robert?" Sandra chortled as she bounded into my cubicle where I was preparing to auction my toolbox of pleasure. "What are you do...?"
I swung my chair away from my workstation to see her staring wide-eyed at the pictures I had taken of the machine which I had printed out as I was preparing the auction. I
swept the pictures up and waved my other hand dismissively. "Just some junk I'm getting rid of." I tried to keep the nervousness out of my voice as I swung back toward my
computer screen and hit the minimize button to hide the auction page. I wasn't quick enough.
"You want two hundred and fifty dollars for a toolbox?" Sandra exclaimed in disbelief. "It better be good in bed for that kind of money."
I chuckled. "Funny you should phrase it like that. It's actually pretty good in the bedroom."
"OK, let's see the pictures." She held out her hand which was noticeably trembling.
Sandra was staring at the envelope in confused fascination. I watched as her tongue peeked out to wet her lips while her hands continued their aimless twitching. After a
moment of contemplation she made her decision.
"How about Giorgio's in half an hour?" Her expression seemed to be daring me to keep pushing forward.
"OK, half-an-hour it is." I swung back to my workstation and pulled up the project I was currently involved with. I could feel Sandra's eyes staring at my back and it wasn't until
she stepped away and headed quietly back to her own office that I let out a deep breath and pondered where this was heading.
Exactly thirty minutes later, Sandra reappeared, holding her purse and grinning. "I'm hungry and curious. Let's go!" She tapped her foot impatiently.
We walked the two blocks to Giorgio's in record time, making small talk about office politics and the weather while trying to pretend that the envelope in my hand did not exist but
it was obvious from Sandra's glances that the elephant in the room was screaming for attention. We quickly settled into a booth and placed our order. As soon as the waitress
walked away Sandra held out her hand and grinned nervously.
"Hand it over."
I glanced around at the other disinterested diners, shrugged and slid the pages and envelope across the table. "Here is a full description and some reviews which you may find
interesting." I grinned back at her. Now that we had both crossed the line the tension evaporated and I sat back and watched her face as she scanned the pages while flicking
through the photographs. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she examined a photo of the machine with a dildo attached to the shaft. "How big is this?" she whispered,
pointing at the photo.
"Twelve solid inches."
I watched for the first time as Sandra flushed a deep red. I couldn't tell whether it was embarrassment or excitement but even in the dim light of the restaurant the change in her
skin color was obvious.
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