His POV

From the first day she was introduced, he was attracted to her. She was gorgeous: 5'4", firm body, and a chest that was at least a D cup. She was the talk of the store for a week between the younger and single guys. He knew if she had noticed anyone, she'd noticed one of them. He was a bit older, married, and had a reputation for being a little reserved.

He had worked with her almost every other night for the last year. He was an expert at stealing glances whenever he could: the soft skin of her shoulder, the swell of her breasts, cleavage, and her legs...her perfect legs. Tonight was no different.

He could still smell her perfume. Every time she walked by, he noticed everything about her: her clear blue eyes, her glowing skin, the soft folds of her hair, begging to have fingers run through them...and the way she smelled. He was the only one who noticed it. Wherever she went she left a flowery trail behind her that saturated the air with her scent. It was not just perfume, but the warm, natural scent a woman has when you're close to her skin, touching her...kissing her. He was drunk with it.

He was startled from his dream by the phone ringing. It was his wife, again. She called to complain that the driveway wasn't completely cleared of grass from his mowing the lawn the previous day. He apologized and asked how she was, how her day was going, and what she wanted him to make for dinner. He hoped she might respond to his request for sex a few nights ago if he was extra nice. Then the call was over.

He stood and walked to the pop machine. There stood Angie, chatting with a few of the other girls, her singular beauty outshining every one of them. He felt a familiar stirring in his loins, and his cock began to harden. It never failed. He had to jack off at least once a day to keep himself in check when she was around. He started toward the cooler, feasting his imagination with her shapely calves, longing to feel them in his open hands, to kiss her delicate foot, to touch her softest secret places in ways he hadn't done to any woman in years.

He passed by as professionally as ever, greeting the ladies as he passed, making a point not to focus on Angie. His cock throbbed in his dress pants, scarely covered by the end of his sport jacket. The men's room was just around the corner. Seeing it was otherwise empty, he stole into the end stall and released his thick cock into his hand.