The Sales Woman

My job is OK. It is kind of boring working in an office with all men. Not much scenery to look at during the day but I get by.

A few months ago I was working long hours to complete a large project for our very best client. It required me to work long hours.

I needed some information from one of our vendors and called the sales rep, Kristen, as soon as I found I needed the information. As usual I got her voice mail and I left a detailed message explaining exactly what I needed. Then I waited.

I liked Kristen. She always had a pleasant cheerful voice on the phone and she gave me a little eye candy when she came in to our office. She was older than me by about 10 to 15 years. She was 40-45 and a very attractive woman for her age. She was tall at about 5’6” to maybe 5’8”. She always wore either a skirt or pants business suit and moderate height heals. She was very attractive probably weighing it at around 135 pounds. She always had a perm and I think she always died her hair blond. She had a cute face, button nose, and blue eyes. She was a very attractive woman and I wouldn’t mind shagging her sometime.

I know from talking with her that she is divorced. Her husband left her a few years ago for a younger 20 something model. She has always flirted with me and I have flirted back.

It was about quarter to five when my phone rang. It was Kristen, she told me she is about an hour and half away and that she would stop by and bring me the information.

Six o’clock came in no time and I got up to freshen up. Everybody had left the office. It made me mad that I was working so many damn hours and everyone else leaves at five.

As I walked out of the men’s room, I looked out the door and saw Kristen pull up to the front of the building. She pulled off her sun glasses, leaned over to pick something up in the passenger seat, and then proceeded to open the door. My first look of her out of the car was her high heal brown shoe show up below the opened door. I smile came across my face seeing no pants and knowing she had on a skirt. She stepped away from the car and that was when I got a whole look at her.

She was wearing a brown business suit with a really short skirt. I think it was shorter than any other skirt I have seen her in. It was tight as hugged the curves of her body closely. You could really see the shape of her hips and bosom.

I opened the door for her and she walked in.

“Hi, I hope you are hungry.”

She handed me a bag that contained 2 sandwiches, chips, and a small birthday cake.

“It’s not my birthday.” I said.

“Well it is mine” she spouted back.

We headed to my office. I cleared a spot on my desk to open our dinner. I thanked her. She told me she thought I would be hungry because I had to wait for her.