Why do women want to know that, anyway?

You furrow your brow. You know that this likely has something to do with the rings, but the pattern of it still eludes you. You know this is normal now, but why is it normal? Why does she want to know?

"Dahlia, does it seem normal to you to chat conversationally with me about me being hard, and to ask how big I am?"

Dahlia nodded. "Well, yes, of course," she said, smiling.

"See, normally in my experience, women only say those sorts of things when they're thinking about having sex with the man they're asking. Like my friend Mary, who asked me for a date just now."

Dahlia bit her lip mischievously. "Hmmmmmm," she said coyly. "Could be!"

Holy hell, you think to yourself. You don't mind a bit, but this is a sudden change from your friendly-but-businesslike relationship with the receptionist. You stop groping her breast in surprise. "Did you just proposition me, Dahlia?"

Dahlia laughs smokily. "Easy, tiger! Maybe if we met for drinks some time, we'd see what happens. That doesn't mean I can't imagine what it would be like to ride you like a horse," she says. She pushes her chest into your hand, leaning to better check out your bulge. She licks her lips. "Mmm."

You can't believe that she's being serious. "Are you like this with all the men who come in here?"

Dahlia looks at you in amusement. "Well, of course," she says. "Well, most of them sort of understand women --- how we like to check out a guy, and maybe imagine him inside her. For specimens like you, anyway," she says grinning. "So, I don't often tell them in this much detail. But I always let the finest ones know that they're appreciated."

You feel Dahlia's nipple pressing into your hand. You can tell she's getting pretty excited. You're flattered by the interest, but you've basically run out of ideas of things to say until you get a handle on this new madness. You're guessing that the good news is that Mary was actively imagining having sex with you, which you are completely in favour of. But what exactly is going on??

"Alright, Dahlia," you say, withdrawing your hand from her jacket. "Have a good day!"

"You too stud," she says teasingly, completely out of what (until now) you thought was her character.

You walk into the office, fetch your mug, and go to the break room for coffee. June, a developer who's been with the company for a few years, is there pouring milk into hers. "Hi June," you say.

"Hi Nick!" she responds with a smile, looking to you. She steals a glance at your crotch and giggles. "I'm happy to see you too. Sorry, just milking my coffee..." she says, looking at you with concern.

Will this ever feel normal? You walk up to her from behind. "Right, sorry," you say, grasping her right breast with your right hand. Your bulge brushes across her leg. "Oh, sorry again," you say, moving your pelvis away.

June's breath has caught. "Oh, it's okay," she says, staying very still. "This is a nice angle you're greeting me from, much more practical than the side. You just caught me by surprise when you brushed your massive erection against my leg."

"I'm really sorry June," you say to her, stopping your fondling, worrying that something was wrong. "I was just talking with Dahlia, and ---"

"No, no, no," interrupts June. "I didn't mean to interrupt you greeting me. Um, you can move back in if you like, I don't mind your cock bumping against me. Do a two-hander if you like," she says, thrusting her chest into your hand by way of explanation.

"Er, okay," you say. You're off your balance: this is way strange for June, who usually quietly ignored flirting in the office. But this isn't going to be your first time turning down an attractive slender woman offering you to hold her breasts from behind.

You move in behind her and take her left teat in your hand, and begin to fondle. You don't actually try to push yourself against June's butt, but you do brush past it a few times, and soon June seems to push herself back into you.

"Mmm, yeah," June says. "Yes, it's very nice to see you today, Nick," says June. (Wait, is she grinding against you slightly?! Before you can be sure, she stops and stands up.)

You let go of June's chest, stunned. June spins around and looks down at your bulge, harder than ever. Her face is a little flushed and her pupils are dilated. "I have to go powder my nose just now. Always nice to see you hard, at work," she says, not trying to be subtle in the slightest.

June leaves the coffee room in a slight rush, not even taking her coffee cup with her. You have few illusions of what she's off to do in the ladies' room.