"Andy, you coming with us? We're meeting over at Frank's for drinks."
"Sure Janet. I'll be along in just a bit."
"See ya there then." He watched Janet waddle away. It definitely wasn't Janet.
He looked at the image again and wished it was Jenny, his wife of four years, but Jenny too had put on weight and had long ago lost interest in sex. The image in front of him was the beautiful, sexy pussy with slightly puffy lips and short cropped, wispy hair he'd only seen in erotic photos, the kind that always made a man's dick hard with just one glance and this one was no exception. He read the accompanying text: Just a taste of honey for you Andy. xxxoxxx.
Previous images had a perfect pair of pert breasts, a perfect, round, tight ass and so on, none with a face to identify the sender. He closed the image, pushed it out of his mind then waited for his stubborn hardon to go down.
He stuffed his papers into the filing cabinet by the wall and left for Frank's, the bar across the street from work. He passed a very pretty young woman along the way and their eyes met for a second then he took in her great, tight figure quickly then waved. He'd seen her before, but was never formally introduced, but something about her gave him a stir he quickly tried to hide by putting his hand in his pocket to disguise his rapidly growing hardon. She was slim wasted with wide wide flowing hips, nice pert tits, honey blonde hair cut perfectly around her big, bright, green eyes. Andy punched the elevator button then turned again to say hello to see her checking out his ass. That made him blush and feeling self conscious he tried to play it off.
"You going down?"
"I hope so. You going over to that bar? People keep asking me, but I feel like an outsider." Andy missed her suggestive idea.
"Uhh...Well I am actually. Care to join me? It's just people from work."
"Sure, but I'm almost broke. Buy me a drink?"
"Sure. I'd love to." He wanted to say he'd love to see her naked, but he kept his mouth shut. The elevator opened an they stepped in. The slit in the floor between the elevator and floor sent a woosh of air rushing up sending her skirt flying upward showing him a quick flash of her bright pink, lacy panties and she quickly pushed her skirt back down.
"So embarrassing. I always forget about that air." Again he tried to play it off even though he had been caught gawking at her luscious ass.
"Pardon? What happened?"
"My skirt flew up as if you didn't notice." She teased. "You're Andy aren't you?"
"That's me. How'd you know?"
"It's my job to know everyone. I'm in personnel."
"I see. Well, I'm a lowly numbers cruncher. I send marketing the numbers to play around with so they can pretend to know what to do with them."
"I love playing pretend. I pretend I'm in charge of people." She flashed her perfect teeth with a smile from between her luscious pouty lips. "Do you like to play pretend?"
Let's pretend we're alone in this elevator fucking like rabbits, he thought. "Sure. What ya got in mind?"
"That we don't have to work Monday and the bar stays open till then." She winked giving him a warm feeling into his balls. "Maybe more. Who knows?"
Before Andy could spit out words he hadn't formulated yet the door opened and in poured a crowd of people pushing the pretty woman almost up against Andy's crotch. Then he got a wiff of her hair and his hardon went full throttle, but when her weight shifted Andy was pinned against the back wall with her ass firmly against his hard cock.