Julie Jumps
One lucky man’s adventures at the office. 1/31/89
Julie was a large, intelligent woman. She stood close
to 6 feet tall and had probably been rather overweight at one
time but had obviously gotten it well under control. She had
black hair and green eyes that always looked sharply and could
sparkle with fun at times. Obviously highly intelligent, you
could never be sure exactly what she was thinking.
Her figure was ample, perhaps 42-38-42, and her strong
frame gave her a well-put-together look. She always dressed
impeccably at work, wearing clothes that flattered her while
remaining relatively conservative.
Julie and I had always gotten along well, sharing jokes
in the elevator or just smiling and saying hi in the hallways.
I had always been attracted to her. I like that self confidence
that allows a woman to smile unabashedly at men in a way that
says that she never feels herself to be less than they. Julie
was definitely an strong and assertive woman, and easily the
equal to any man.
One day I was getting a drink at the water fountain down
the hall when she walked by. The water fountain was located
around a bend in the hall from the office doors, and was next
to the door to the ladies room. She had just come out of the
ladies room, and as she walked by she gently swatted my seat. I
was so surprised I almost bumped my head on the wall behind the
fountain.
“Now now!” I said as I quickly straightened up and
looked after her. She looked back with a big grin and then
turned and walked back to me.
“You want some more, little boy?” she teased, grinning
wider and looking slightly down on me.
“You’d better watch out.” I shot back. “I might take
you up on that!”
She took a breath, thrusting her large breasts out at me
slightly. “You might, eh?” she said, still grinning. “And what
if I said ‘Let’s’?”
My heart began to pound and I said “I’d like that, I’m
sure.”
“Step this way, young man.” she said, and, taking my
hand, led me around the corner away from the office to another
short hall section where she opened a phone closet door. My
heart was pounding louder now, and I was already feeling a glow
of warmth coming over me. My nerves tingled with tension and
anticipation. I had had dreams like this occasionally for
months, but never considered them a real possibility.
She closed the door behind us and turned on a small
light bulb in the closet, which was actually fairly large. It
…End of the part1. To be continued..
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