“You Can’t Do That!”

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“You can’t do that,” I told myself as I stared longingly at her sexy bare legs. Tasha was the new office girl, and she was stunningly beautiful. She sat in a small open cubicle at the front of our office cubicles, greeting potential customers and answering and routing calls to the sales agents. Every so often, she’d casually walk to the back of the offices and to the break room or perhaps the ladies room and then casually walk back to her work station, which was just a few feet from where my cubicle was located.She kicked off her stilettos and rubbed one foot over the other. I could see all of her bare leg and a good deal of her thigh, since the short dress she sported that day, had a slit in it that reached up to – well it was unusually high and I’ll leave it at that.“You can’t do that,” I kept telling myself over and over as I day-dreamed about her, secretly fantasizing how I would ravish her young body, if given the chance.One by one, the sales agent left, shortly after five. Tasha remained seated, even though it was past the time for her to leave. Five thirty came and went and then six o’clock came and went. Janice, one of my co-workers walked past my cubical.“It’s just you and the receptionist,” Janice noted. I liked Janice. I had once made a move on her at work and she quickly let it be known that my advances were not welcomed. Janice and I played a cat and mouse game. She would openly flirt with me, and I would take beylikdüzü escort the bait and then she would shut me down. I think she enjoyed her little game. I hated it.Tasha was not only a head spinner, but she was also very provocative. No young woman walks slowly past a guy’s cubicle, greets him with a smile and a wink, and then saunters off like nothing happened.Tasha glanced back towards my cubicle and I pretended to be hard at work. I could tell she was anxious to go, or so it seemed. I watched as Tasha sauntered to the front door of our offices and silently latched the deadbolt. I pretended like I was typing away on my laptop at my cubicle.Tasha retook her seat at her desk, and I could see her checking her make-up with a small mirror she had pulled from her purse. She used a lone finger, tongue moistened, to fine-tune her look. She brushed her long brown hair and rechecked her make up.“If you have a hot date,” I said from just a few feet away, “You should probably go. You look fine, and I’m going to be here a while.”Tasha turned and looked in my direction.“I was waiting on you,” Tasha replied, looking back towards my cubicle.“Don’t wait on me,” I replied. “I’ve got a lot of work to catch up on.”“I not supposed to leave any sales agents alone,” Tasha shot back. I reiterated that I would be OK and that she could go.Tasha stood up and sauntered in my direction. Her blouse was uncharacteristically escort beylikdüzü unbuttoned, and I could very easily see her white lace brassiere, which barely held back her cleavage. Holy Smokes!“Are you sure?” Tasha asked as she stepped up to the opening to my cubicle.I quickly averted my eyes back to my computer.“Am I sure about what?” I asked.“Are you sure I look fine?” Tasha asked.Damn. Was this a trick? Was I being set up? Janice had threatened to get me fired for hitting on her at work, so I was being very cautious.“Yes,” I stammered out. How could she not know her blouse was unbuttoned?“But you might want to button up,” I noted.Tasha looked down at her exposed chest and unabashedly replied,“I’m sorry, but I just had to give them a little breathing room. They’ve been cooped up all day.”I chuckled.“OK,” I replied. “But you don’t want to get arrested for indecent exposure before you even get to your date.”“Oh,” Tasha replied, her hands on her hips, “I’m not going out anywhere. I was just waiting on you to finish up with your . . . . reports.”Her brief pause was so very suggestive in nature. Damn.“You can’t do that,” I said.“Do what?” Tasha shot back. Now she was toying with me.“You know what,” I argued back.Tasha rapidly batted her long eyelashes, as she looked down at me, in silence.“I’m only waiting on you,” she said after a few seconds. She bit down on her lower lip with beylikdüzü escort bayan her teeth, and then she cocked her head sideways. “Whenever you are ready.”Damn.She silently unfastened the rest of the buttons on her blouse as she stood in front of me, allowing her blouse to part. She silently placed her hand over the bra cup of her left breast and squeezed it, as she took in a deep breath and forcefully exhaled.“I’m just going to sit at my cubicle and wait on you,” she said, turning and walking off towards her cubicle, just a few feet from me. Holy Mother of God!“Wait a sec,” I blurted out. “You can’t do that!”She turned and looked at me.“Do what?” she asked. It was as if we had just had this conversation.“You know what,” I repeated.“I’m just going to wait on you,” she repeated back.“You don’t need to wait,” I replied.Tasha smiled and proffered a wink at me.“Stop that,” I replied.“Stop what?” she demurely responded, crossing her arms across her chest.“Don’t play games,” I shot back.“Who is playing games?” Tasha asked. “Certainly not me!”I chuckled.“You and I both know what’s going on,” I retorted.Tasha stood stoic about six feet from me, at the entry point to her cubicle. She bit down on her lower lip, once again, and then, this time, she hand-brushed her long wavy brown hair back over her shoulder.“Would it bother you . . .” Tasha began, “If I told you I found you very attractive?”“No, it wouldn’t.” I replied, “The feeling is mutual.”Tasha unceremoniously slipped out of her blouse and tossed it on to her work chair in her cubicle. She slipped her thumbs under the straps that held her brassiere in place and peeled them off her soft shoulders, slipping her arms through the straps, watching for my reaction.

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