Customer Service

Sandy worked at a printing place that I did business with. When I first started going in, she worked at the front desk. She was a stunning blond. She was about 5’3”, and very curvy. She wasn’t fat by any means, she was what I like to call plush. But it was her smile that I noticed first, and her southern accent made me melt. When she’d get up to get my order, I couldn’t take my eyes off her round ass as she walked. I love the days when she would ware low cut tops and I’d get to see the cleavage she showed so proudly.

It was a small business. It was just Sandy, her husband, and one other guy. I got to know them all real well over the next few years, but it was Sandy that kept me coming in to pick up my orders instead of sending our courier. Their business started getting better, so they hired someone to take Sandy’s place, and she went to work in the back. When I picked up orders, I always went into the back to talk with everyone. They all had their own work rooms, so I’d go for one to the other and visit, but I’d always go to Sandy’s last. We’d talk about our kids and stuff that was going on, and we’d flirt a little too.

One day I went in and I was feeling a little down, and Sandy asked me what was wrong. I said it was no big deal, just a little case of the blues. Well she came up to me and said that maybe I just needed a hug. With that she put her arms around me and asked if it was helping. Well, she felt wonderful in my arms; her tits pressing into me, and smelling like wildflowers. I told her that it didn’t get any better than this. I gave her a little kiss on her neck as we parted.

As I was driving back to my office, I could get her off my mind. The one thing that got to me the most was the little kiss I’d given her. It was just a peck on her neck, but it felt wonderful. I was wondering what she thought.

I found a reason to go back the next day, cause I just had to see her again. I told the new girl at the front that I had to ask Sandy something, and just walked into the back. When Sandy saw me coming down the hall, she jumped up and held her arms out for another hug. As she snuggled into me, she said that she like the last one so much that she wanted another. I told her that it was all my pleasure, and we held each other a little longer and tighter than before. I’m sure she must have felt the bulge starting in my pants too. Again, I gave her a kiss on her neck. Then we chatted for a bit and I left.

Well this went on for a couple of months. The hugs became longer; the kisses wetter, hands roamed a little more, and there was no hiding my hard-on any more. The big problem was her husband was always there. He never said anything about me hanging around his wife, and the hugging, which I always thought was strange. I could tell that she wanted to do more as much as I did, but I wasn’t sure how to get that done. One day before we broke the hug, I kidded her that we should get a room and do this right. She blushed and said she’d like that.

The next time I went in and went to her little workspace, and she got up and closed the door. My heart leaped as I closed the door. She came up to me, turned her face up to me for our first kiss. Months of pent up sexual tension came out.