I recently finished my military career of twenty years and got a civilian job with a manufacturing and shipping company. I often work with the shipping and receiving department as part of my responsibilities.
The warehouse was in a semi-large, separate building and a short walk from my office. I often had meetings with the warehouse manager on Mondays and Fridays. Sometimes, during the week, I would drop by to check on other things or to chat with the personnel.
The manager of this department was a woman named Dianne. She started working for the company about a month before I arrived. I guessed she was mid-forties-aged and married. Dianne had mid-length blonde hair and was attractive, yet a bit out of shape. My initial opinion of her was she behaved too professionally sometimes.
She kept some framed pictures on her desk of her posing with her husband and their high-school-aged daughter in one of the frames, her wedding picture in one frame, and a picture of her daughter in the last frame.
Her office was sparsely furnished and small. Inside was a metal desk and faux leather desk chair facing the door, two chairs sitting on the opposite side of the desk, and three filing cabinets against one wall. A computer monitor and keyboard sat on one side of her desk, while a desk phone sat on the other side. The office had one window, which was on the door with blinds covering it. A small window unit provided her with air conditioning.
I've often overheard her phone conversations with her husband or daughter while waiting in her office. Her husband usually traveled every other month for his company, leaving this woman and her daughter alone for a week.
Working in the shipping and receiving department with Dianne were two guys who operated the forklifts, loading trucks, and performed other warehouse duties. I guessed their ages were approximately twenty-three and fifty-three. The older man had been with the company since its inception. The younger man came on board as the company grew. They were friendly and we would chat about different subjects ranging from sports, music, and other things.
The younger man, named Ricky wasn't married and liked to party on the weekends. The older man, named Lee was a widower for about seven years.
Some Fridays, Dianne would dress up. Sometimes she wore black, but most of the time she dressed casually on Fridays. During the work week, she dressed conservatively.
One Friday, I arrived at her office for the usual meeting that morning and she motioned for me to sit in front of her. Dianne happened to be in one of her nice outfits: black pants and a multi-colored blouse. I sat and caught a glimpse of her blouse. It was unbuttoned less than she normally wore, exposing her large cleavage and black bra. It was the push-up type and I admit, it made her look sexy.
Dianne was talking on the phone. She was busy juggling work and something that was planned for her daughter that night. Now and then, during our meeting, I'd peek at her cleavage while she was looking at her computer screen. She may have caught me once or twice, but I kept the conversation professional.
When I left Dianne's office, I stopped by the break room to chat with Ricky and Lee about their upcoming weekend plans. They had smiles on their faces and were chatting about sex when I entered.
As I entered and closed the break room door, Ricky asked me if I saw Dianne’s tits and what I thought about them. I said they looked good.
They told me Ricky had a plan to have sex with her and I mentioned she was married. But that apparently didn’t faze Ricky. He stood up and grabbed his crotch. His cock was outlined in his loose-fitting pants, and it looked every bit of nine inches, I noticed.
I explained how she could slap a sexual harassment charge on him.
It didn’t faze him. He rubbed his cock and it seemed to grow larger, and he had a grin on his face as we followed him to Dianne's office.
Dianne was talking on her desk phone when we got to her door. I noticed her blouse remained unbuttoned. Ricky walked up to her desk and stood still. Lee and I waited, a few steps behind him.
When Dianne looked at Ricky, we could see her eyes didn't leave his crotch. For a moment, she stammered her conversation with whoever she was talking to. Then she looked down at her desk, composed herself, then continued talking on the phone.
After her phone call, she addressed Ricky’s questions. We caught her looking down at his crotch a couple of times as they talked.
After Ricky and Dianne’s chat, we walked away while Lee laughed as I shook my head and return to my office.
The next week, Ricky kept up his crotch antics. Most of the time I wasn't around to see it, but Lee kept me informed. All week, Dianne seemed to be cracking under Ricky's spell. I noticed Dianne seemed fidgety by the time Friday rolled around.
That morning, we had our routine meeting. She was dressed well in her Friday attire: black slacks and a matching blouse, buttoned, but showing some cleavage. During our meeting, Dianne took a phone call from her husband. I sat back, pretending to read my notes as she talked to him. I tuned into her when she asked him when she expected his return.
She sighed as she hung up. To me, it appeared that she seemed happy that he was leaving. I've sat in her office on days that her husband called to tell her he was going out of town, and she always seemed unhappy he was leaving.
I nodded with a smile, as I thought that Ricky worked fast.