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Originally Posted by 1231231233

At one of my prev workplace, I had an ambitious and annoying colleague.

Looks: Plain and simple, i rate her 5/10 but guys with higher standard might rate her 4 or even 3.

Dressing: Traditional despite being being only 28-29 years old at that time. Skirt always below knee, bend also won't zaogeng the cleavage kind.

Cup size : C cups for most bra brands, but from her dressing, people usually don't look or assume it's A to B cup..

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Dreaded working with her, awful ambitious character. After changed to a pervertic male boss in our department, her advances stalled jialat. One project together, it was a tight deadline so we worked side by side instead through emails. caught her staring at my erection (not because of her, was in the middle of a sexy call with a thick malay milf on ig but got interrupted by her) non stop. I saw a different side of her character, sweeter and perhaps can be sexually aroused, and also... her body too as her few zaogeng moments got me curious to go see more, go nearer to her, stand over her to look down into her high neckline while she worked on the laptop. she even accidentally elbowed my bulge, which caused her eyes to keep stealing quick glances even more, making me more excited. especially when she gets nervous and sit in a more unrefined manner to rush the work, her skirt goes so much higher than normal, like can see her panties but still can't see yet. When finally saw, realise her choice of undergarments quite elegant, not slutty but not bad, but mostly pastel colours. Obviously, penis head took over brain head, I started to agree more with her even though I disagreed, let her make more decisions which fed to her ambitious ego. Somehow, it didn't make her head grow bigger, but she actually became more easy going and sweeter. Good thing was, she was not well liked, as evidently that the cubicles beside and behind her remained mostly untaken for months.

I let her claim most of the credit but the boss had no interest in her ideas and proposals, making her even more dejected and low morale.. Somehow, I was so boliao and walked past her cubicle more, after adjusting to make my bulge look exaggerated, getting looks from her to my face and also, almost like involuntarily to my pants. She started coming to me to ask for my opinion on her work very frequently especially after boss approved my version, was becoming sweeter to me, giving me snacks (but those cheap and not worth near 40's age health to eat kinds). I was enjoying her presence, especially when she bends and zaogeng her breasts to me, her neckline was usually high but not tight. My favorite was when she squats to write on the table, even though her skirt doesn't go high enough to zaogeng her panties.

I used the excuse that my cubicle had high traffic and didn't want rumours to start, she thought I found her annoying and took it the wrong way, but once again her true color showed when she just snapped 'ok fine!' and walked away.. but actually, I wanted more private time with her at her cubicle.

maxed my dulanness for her, also maxed an anger lust for her, suddenly penis hard like never before !(for her) I headed straight to her cubicle, like pissed. She saw my pissed face and looked a bit timid. from her side, slightly to from her behind, I just leaned forward and took over on her laptop, my bulge hit her tricep on the armrest of her chair. She took about 5 seconds to realise and moved her arm away quickly. She apologised for mistaking me after I sternly told her off about my plans to help her at her cubicle. I got the most view of her cleavage that day as her arm squeezed her boobs together to avoid my crotch, and her neckline of the dark green top was looser despite her having her granny cardigan on. I think she sat down out of dulan also, her skirt was high, she couldn't adjust easily as her chair had those nonsense cushion that are supposed to help spinal health, her legs couldn't even touch the floor and her granny shoes were off. Felt fucking hot, kept looking into her top at her grapefruits size breasts, in a nice pastel light green simple non push up bra. at the same angle, her exposed legs were there too, so close to seeing her panties. She was in a tight spot, didn't dare to ask for space as I was pissed off.

Before it start to get too awkward, I stood up and told her to try. She took the opportunity to quickly push her chair in to hide her legs under her desk, but her cleavage was still fucking nice to see as she rested her grapefruit c cup breasts on the table, a habit I realise she makes whenever she's comfortable and relaxed. Like marking my territory on her, i daringly rested testicles on the back end of her arm rest, just centermeters away from her tricep like I did back during the first time I had discussion at her cubicle the very first time when I first saw down into her dark green top, not wanting to scare her off or let her pretend to be scared off. It was a lot safer to pull off such 'daring' + invite rumour stunt at her cubicle.

When she did something that wasn't right, I simply just pulled her chair backwards, before stepping out of the way. There was a good amount of contact of her tricep on my hard penis shaft, i pretended to feel nothing and took over working on her laptop, thankfully, her too. I could see from the reflection she was looking at my pants while she tried to lower her skirt to cover her legs. Finally done, I stood up, we had some face contact, but she avoided eye contact. Her face was blushing.

Now thinking about it, it was seriously very risky. Especially since her character wasn't good and kind at all..

(To be continued)

I can't stress enough, how detestable as a colleague she can be at first. But don't think the previous description shows how not nice she really is. I won't be using her real name either, her unique detestable actions and character might be recognised. Just take this story as a fantasy/fiction


My inputs made her work easier to be approved by that boss. She was able to see that and next morning, there was another useless snack on my table, her way of saying thank you. I do realise, she could have just dropped a message or email, but I supposed her competitive and ambitious character dictates not to leave evidence that she received help from me.

There wasn't much to do that morning, the malay milf didn't reply me either. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I decided to have some stupid fun, maybe deep inside, I was too prideful to admit I was enjoying it or was attracted to the annoying plain jane. Went over to her cubicle, there she was.. Oh fuck! Even though she was wearing this white oversized cream polyester top, it was a little thin. She was in her comfortable position again, meaning her breasts resting on the table as she leaned forward to do her work, relaxed manner too, granny cardigans sliding down her shoulder. I could see hint of a royal blue bra under the top, with all the cloth pressed downwards by the table, thus revealing the most compact shape of her breasts..

She saw me, gave me a more welcoming acknowledge than usual, she lifted her hand and gave a slight wave. Usually, she ignores me.

Me : did you manage to get some positive response from boss?

Bernice : erm.. yes yes.... i think so... at least he didn't just ... erm... nevermind.

I think she meant to say, 'wave her off' but her pride was still too strong.

but wait, was I wrong? she looked a little blushed. she sounded a little nervous also.. but I was sure, her eyes were definitely glancing at my crotch's direction, which I had shamelessly rested on her table when I leaned on the top cupboard above her desk of her cubicle.

I put the snack on her table, right in front of my crotch.

Me : btw, is this from you?

She looked up at me and nodded, but avoided eye contact.. she was getting uncomfortable, leaned backwards on her chair as she wrapped her granny cardigan over her breasts. She was in a tube skirt (not as tight as a pencil).. it was blue... I realise her pattern, her undergarments will match her clothes? Fuck now I am curious to see what panties she's wearing! It wasn't short but showed me plenty of her thighs, just not high enough to see her panties. She was quick to pull her skirt lower and then hide her legs under the desk again...

Bernice: can you help me take a look at this?

I realised she was just trying to change topic but I took the opportunity anyway! I stepped backwards and decided to pull of my trick again. Her chair angle, however, this time wasn't as friendly.. but.....

did she know?

goodness? or am I thinking way too much?

Bernice stole a quick peek at my pants and her chair turned slightly, giving me space to close in.

her right arm still on the arm rest, this time closer to the end of it! I noticed that she was biting her lower lip, and hmmm that gave me an idea.

Me : can you move your laptop closer to me?

Instead, I pulled her chair backwards, also making sure that my crotch was nowhere close to her tricep. I could now see her thighs, that blue skirt looks kind of nice as well. It's not so usual for her to wear brighter colors. Fuck man. I felt different towards her again! I bent forward and did some work on her laptop, adjusted the laptop so I could see some reaction. She wasn't looking much at my crotch, I realise that it didn't look big at that angle. I couldn't see her panties either. Stood up, gently pushed her chair back inwards. She took over, also turning her head again to check my body when i leaned forward to point at her screen for her. My crotch was once again very close to her arm, this time perhaps closer to her bicep now. I was rather close, I could smell the scent of her hair. She doesn't wear perfume at all. It smelled like coconuts. I felt my heart start to race... but also at the same time, i think she was blushing even more, i may have over thought things, but i think her breathing was faster also.

I went close enough to let the fabric of my pants and zip graze her arm, then headed off before i did anything stupid.

Back at my table, couldn't concentrate much at work at all! Fuck man. what the hell was wrong with me man. I wanted so badly to find out what panties she was wearing!

My plan :
- get her excited by using higher profile work she'd be interested to help
- let her throw all caution to the wind and sit in a non demure manner.

I took my stuff and went to the cubicle beside hers, she looked at me and was puzzled. I realised I forgot to arrange and check my pants! However, I noticed that she tried to lift her dropped cardigan up her right shoulder(facing me) but stopped, and then let it drop...

me : hey, this is grunt work for Teo (another boss but not as powerful), take a look.

her eyes definitely lit up, but before she could react to move, I rolled the my chair towards her, and pulled her backwards, then rolled along with me to my laptop. I think she knew I was looking, but fuck it! I saw it! it was matching with her bra! Royal blue too! . I acted as cool as I could, and focused on showing her which parts of the grunt work needed attention to. She leaned forward to look, even pressing her breast on the table, but her hand pressed down on the front of her skirt to prevent further zaogeng. She was clearly obsessed over it!

I stood up, she didn't even bother to look, just kept scrolling up and down using the mouse to look. She was rather surprised when I handed her the pillow which she puts on lap, but she realised what I was doing and actually smiled at me in a natural sweet manner for the very first time.

Fuck! combined with that sweet smile and her wide neckline revealing a hint of how nice her royal blue bra strap was...

fuck fuck fuck! I definitely felt something for the annoying and detestable Bernice liao!

I wasn't sure what it was! I felt hot. It also felt wrong, like just no.

At the same time, I realised she had stopped scrolling, she was looking at something...

Oh fuck! I had a HARD ON! the angle was worse than I hope for, damn obvious, more so than my attempts at exaggerating the size by arranging.. Now it was just arched outwards, perhaps 70 degrees. I don't have that big a penis, but it's blatant and obvious enough!

It was a damn awkward moment and I used the excuse that I'm late for a lunch meeting and moved off, told her to try to complete the grunt work for me and I'll let boss Teo know she helped.

After getting out of office, in the lift, I really reflected at myself. Why did I fluster so much? I was enjoying teasing her, distracting her, always trying to show her my crotch, but now that she's truly seen it, why was I such a nervous wreck! And also, she was nervous too, the way she quickly pretended to scroll and focus on my laptop, didn't even dare to look at me when I gave her the instructions, especially the part I'll give credit to her to boss Teo. Did she even hear that?

Eh fuck! I left my laptop with her! OH FUCK FUCK FUCK! What a major screwup.. Especially if others see her with two laptops, and mind had those noticeable notepad labels on it, I rushed back. To my surprise and relief, she was back at her desk, and I could only see one laptop on her desk. The notepads were gone, and she was working on the grunt work for Teo.

Ok, she's definitely a smart woman.

Bernice sort of heard me, turned and asked me if everything was alright. I quickly thought of something and asked if she needed food, she pointed to a simple sandwich that was already on her table and thanked me...... and smiled again....

FUCK... she was damn sweet.. oh fuck!

I quickly turn and move off before she sees it again. I realise, she was also trying her best to give me eye contact, and was staring at my chest instead... or was it my belly?

While at lunch, once again, the brain in my head reminded myself to stop thinking, lusting for bernice.

but...

There I was, looking for her facebook. It wasn't easy, there was barely any mutual friends between us. Her profile was either very private or just bare. Mostly pictures of food and places she's travelled to. The few photos with her in the photos weren't making me feel any form of lust for her. OK! things are back to normal, but yet.... I looked through her check ins and liked list....

ah fuck it! no harm la. I'm pawning off my meaningless and tedious work on her actually.

I headed to the arcade and ordered a hot latte, tipping the barista more in the jar, letting the butch know and nicely asked her to give me a cute latte art as well. Just imagine a guy, carrying a cup of hot latte to go, with a cute cat and a heart... eh fuck.. the heart shape, will she get the wrong idea? but yet, somehow, I continued to walk carefully as I could to bring the latte art back to office in a decent condition.

why was I doing all these???

As I put the cup gently on her table and opened up the cup to show her a still rather intact but slanted cat with a flattened heart shape hot latte, I then knew what was driving me...

Bernice : oh my! SO CUTE!

Then, there it was....

Bernice : Thank youuuu!

She sounded even sweeter this time! and her smile was more natural and sounded real without any intent. Oh fuck.... my already erected penis got even harder! I made sure my body faced away from her..... i got nervous and decided to bail.

Me : not done right? I come back later..

Bernice: Wait wait!

I was glad I looked. Bernice put her lap pillow away and her legs on the ground to turn her chair to stand up. I had a very satisfying and open view but only a sudden quick one of her matching Royal blue panties. Even think I saw some gold floral print on it... she got up and went behind her chair, bent forward to take something. it was her purse, didn't get to see much as her tube skirt was not loose or short enough.. It was still a nice tube skirt though...

EH FUCK! what's wrong with me???

I had some embarrassing thoughts in that moment........ I fantasized..... oh fuck... this was so wrong!

Bernice : is this enough?

She handed me $5 and lifted my hand to take it...

OH FUCK man....

it was our first time touching hands.....

FUCK MAN FUCK MAN!

This felt so wrong. I was so aroused by her. Didn't even bother to tell her that the latte cost more than $10... as I tipped a lot...... I was stunned for a moment, so was she, it was awkward... She saw my erection definitely.

Me : eh no need la.....

I took the chance to push the money note back into her hand... I think i had a bit of sweat in that moment... She pushed back a little but thankfully, we could hear some colleagues talking as they came back from their lunch. I shushed her and she was fast to react as well, putting the money on her table and sat down quickly. She sat and bounced a little on that cushion... Wah lao eh.... why why..... she didn't do it on purpose... but why... fuck!!! I got to see her boobs shake...

me : can you let me check?

She was quick to show me how much she had already done, very happy about it, but not that eager to show she's better this time surprisingly. Her cardigan slid off, she almost pulled it back up but for some reason she stopped herself halfway again. Her skirt was so high up, really like can see her panties cannot see again.. she didn't bother, all focused... I lost control of my head, penis head took over, rested my testicles nearer to her arm this time, very close, she could sense it too. Leaned forward and sniff her hair from about only 15cm away while I pretended to check as she scrolled my laptop. my left hand was rested on the top of her chair back, hand floating above her hair. felt like playing with her hair...... felt like......

me : let me scroll?

I was glad I didn't get too daring and make it awkward by holding her hand on the mouse.. Incidentally, her arm moved back a little... and...... I felt her right tricep come in contact my erected penis... Bernice sort of froze, she didn't move, i acted like nothing happened, then leaned in closer and pressed it on her tricep a little more, careful not to overdo it. She really froze, but I was sure she was breathing heavier.... my left hand moved over her hread reached for the keyboard and zoomed in on a portion. Her right arm remained frozen even though I was pressing quite hard on her tricep already. I checked her face, she was biting on her bottom lip. Some doubt and fear started to grow in me... was she feeling uncomfortable or what.??? oh fuck.. what if she's not thinking what I think she is... curious and horny... she's upset and feels wronged???

Bernice : everything ok? did I make any mistakes?

She also leaned forward to take a look, but didn't shift her chair to hide her legs. At the same time..... I was very sure, I felt her tricep press back on my crotch more! She rested her left cheek on her left palm, after placing her left elbow on the table. I was glad that angle didn't spread her neckline and expose her cleavage to me... I was damn worried that might feel warm and moisture on her right tricep.

Thankfully, two colleagues were talking and moving closer. That prevented me from potentially doing anything further and escalating my mistake.

I broke out of my 'tabooed but damn hot lustful' Bernice trance and picked my laptop up, told her I'd check it at my cubicle, I need to clear other work already. Before I took two steps away, she pulled my pants....






(am I hijacking this thread? hope you don't mind the long sharing.)