The context ought to have been the most unsexy possible. I had driven a collegue to hospital, he had cut himself in the workshop, got stitched for it, and now the cut had started to hurt again. I told him I'd wait for him, even if it might take some time, since I had my laptop with me and could just as well work on it in the hospital cafe as at the office, no problem.
So, I went there, ordered Cappucini and Panini as a second breakfast, and went to work. It just so happened that the place I chose was quite close to the counter where all the cakes were on display, and one of the girls working at the cafe went there all the time, either to fetch cakes to customers, or to refill the display from the kitchen. It was just happening in my periphery for a while though, since I had just got an urgent question on E-Mail and had to come up with at least a half-decent answer quite fast. One of our sales people had got some very unexpected, but rather pointed, questions from one of our customers. Said customer had brought a 'retired professor now consultant' with her, while our poor sales rep was on his own (and just about as technically proficient as sales reps often are, but at least he knew this). Sometimes our customers get naughty
.
After an hectic hour, after which the professor seemed satisfied that we knew what we were doing, I decided I deserved a cake for my efforts, and went up to the counter. And that's when I really noticed the girl. All the girls, and there were only girls, working there had black trousers and a black T-shirt with 'stylized cakes and coffee cups' in white on it. The other girls were rather thin and wore baggy trousers and T-shirts.
This girl, however, had
massive tits, was 'nicely butted' with a
fabulous ass, and, she had extremely tight black leggings and an even more extremly tight T-shirt. You could easily see the contours of her push-up bra under said T-shirt. And she couldn't have had any panties on because that
would have shown through the leggings. And she had a great smile, and apple cheeks, and her hair was 'dramatically multi-coloured'. She would have been a sight to behold at any night club, but in this context, with half the people coming and going clad in white and 'faded blue' shrubs, she
really stood out.
I got my cake, went back to my table, and tried to concentrate on my work. But this girl was right in front of me, and she was often bending over or squatting to get to those cakes, sometimes even turning around while squatting to say something to one of her collegues. And her ass cheeks would quiver and move and on a few occasions I think I saw a 'camel toe from behind'. A few times she was apparently unhappy with her bra, tried to readjust it through the T-shirt, which made things wobble delightfully, and one of her collegues saw it and made a 'playfully rude' comment which I am not going to try to translate. The girl just responded with a belly laugh while cupping her tits. And her collegues rolled their eyes, but they smiled when doing so.
Given that I visit nude spas regularly, maybe this should not have been all that arousing to me. But it was. Because she really stood out. In this context. After a couple of hours of looking while trying not too stare, and getting the feeling that she had started to show off for me, I realized I had to calm down to avoid seeming like the pervert I am. I was also half-seriously thinking I might cum in my pants if I saw one more camel toe from behind. Or a if she cupped her tits again... I waited until there weren't too many around, my choice of trousers had been poor in terms of hiding my reaction to this girl, I really
had to make my way to the rest room to take myself in hand, acting as the teenager I hadn't been for 30 years. But at that point I
really needed some relief.
Relief obtained, I dared to step up to the counter to look for another cake, and, lo and behold, the girl saw me and started a conversation. So I told her why I was there, and she thought I was being a good friend, and she told me that she loved working there but that it was a bit of a problem to have such a lot of fantastic cakes around her all the time, and so on and so forth. And she was mildly flirtitious but not over the top. And I couldn't help getting hard again, and I saw her notice, and she actually smiled and winked at me. And then I got my seond cake, and a double espresso, and sat down to enjoy them. The taste was
remarkably good for a hospital cafe.
Then I got a call from my collegue. Unfortunately the tests had shown that he needed to stay at the hospital to get some more cleaning up and some hard core antibiotics, but fortunately he was back at the office a week later, looking fairly OK after his ordeal. Then I got another call from another sales rep talking to another customer, asking me to get my ass over to her conference room ASAP to help her out, and I packed my laptop, said goodbye to the girl, and drove back to the office to resume business as usual. But for the rest of the working day I still had to sit strategically whenever my internal Youtube system started to show clips of the girl at the hospital cafe. Those clips are still running.
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