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I Want Her to Want Me
Sexual frustration at the office
I don’t think anyone would have considered our new administration assistant beautiful, but she would certainly pass for pretty. What Angie did have in abundance though, was a mysterious sexual appeal that I, and I’m sure most of my male colleagues, found difficult to resist.
In her mid-thirties, Angie was petite, with long blonde hair and full breasts. I relished the prospect of having her pleasing shape to look at, five days a week.
Of course, she was a tease. I noticed that only a few days after she had started working here when I had to dictate a letter. As I paced back and forth by her desk, Angie typed merrily away with more buttons loosened on her blouse than was necessary. It was quite distracting, but in a nice way.
One afternoon, about three weeks after Angie had arrived, work was slack and the boss was out of town, so we took an early lunch break. I got on with a newspaper crossword and she sat at her desk reading a magazine. Her white bra was clearly visible through the thin material of her white blouse, and it acted as a magnet that drew my eyes from the crossword grid.
I took every opportunity to chat about matters outside of the office, in the hope that I might feel confident enough to ask her out for a post-work drink. I was making…
