Okay, I am that invisible guy in a work place or wherever that often gets the wild comment/story. I can just guess that at some point people see that I am a good listener and as a "beatnik" type have zero negative judgement. So I have been told some pretty wild things and will share some of these first-hand experiences and will start with my second favorite that does applaud penis from a female experience yet give another perspective of what a female, per what she told me, things about size and sex.
It was the day after Thanksgiving so the two of us were the only ones in the office of a small business. You know, just in case stuff. Her to handle phones and me to be there in case a "manager" is required. I was not nor have never been critical yet I have always, I guess, been seen as so dependable and also get that certificate or two at a place to get an "over-ride". The whole "he can get things fixed for customer no matter what" level of a login.
Yes we got some calls and took care of said customers. But it was as expected a slow and easy day. Getting paid time and a half just to be there. Been there done that day. Clean somethings that no one will notice were dirty yet need cleaning and do some organizing in the similar.
She seemed particularly hyper in the morning. Like a water-bug darting around though it was slow. I had commented at one point during the morning part of our coverage of said. She had smiled but not responded with any clarification. It was slow so I figured it was one of the many things in her life of chaos that I had come to hear about. Without a conscious thought I didn't press given that based upon the history of our chats she would eventually tell me about the latest nonsense. I would listen and say something less than profound yet supporting of her feelings and two to five days later she would say something akin to "thank you, we worked it out".
About mid-afternoon she comes in to my kind of a office. Nothing more than a cubicle set up but it did have a door given my "importance." I did let her know no one was here as she did that. No response to that by her I guess she just closed the door on reflex.
To her credit I gathered that she had been holding something in and was waiting for a time in which I was clearly just trying to pass the time.
"Remember the maintenance guy I told you about?", she blurted out.
I nodded. There was a guy that fixed things per requests at the mobile home park she lived. He was rather gruff with her in the mini-conversations and could fix anything quickly. She had said that he was similar in age to her, some where in high-30's, but unlike her arrogant and too the point in his comments. She had said she found him attractive though he was at most 140 pounds, always looked like it had been two days since he had cleaned up for the public and a half-foot short of six feet.
She was similar in height and I had always wondered why she had never been married given her looks. She did get a lot of attention. I think it was her attraction to chaos that kept guys from going past dating and casual sex with her. Though, again, I did wonder why with her beautiful, big green eyes, easy smile, dusty blonde hair that was naturally wavy and usually in a ponytail (she was the tomboy type) and even in her bloused she clearly had ample breasts. She kept herself fit though I never knew her hobbies. Like if she ran or did cross-fit. I knew some much about her yet she had never told me her workout routine.
Anyway, she just just starts with something akin to "I have to share this."
"You ever been shocked by a partner come romance time?", She asked rhetorically. I put it that way given she didn't wait for my response.
Instead tells me about how the maintenance guy had showed up apparently after his shift was done for the day with a bottle of wine. He used the guise of following up on latest thing he had fixed for her to verify everything was solid. She invited him noting the obvious things. He had went to his place within the compound to clean up and had the wine bottle. He wanted to share it with her versus it being some type of follow up gift.
She invited him and they gabbed over the bottle of wine. They drank it all and she shared a couple of bong hits with him from her stash.
"He was so big I was scared!" She blurted out as her need to share something was very disjointed. From I had some weed and shared it to this.
"I thought you said he was a short wiry...."
She stopped me and said, "no, I mean his... you know, his thing."
"We are suddenly talking about his dick?" I asked seeking clarification and trying to keep her chatter on some linear pattern.
"Oh my word, yes!"
She went on and on from how she was nervous to continue yet driven by her curiosity to try it.
How it felt like too much in the beginning but after a gentle couple of minutes she adjusted to his thickness and positioned her body so that she would not have to deal with a bruised cervix. She limited his access I gathered so that he would not push it all the way into her and just need to deal with the shocking to her thickness of his penis.
To the end, per her, it had been the best, regarding pure sex, she had ever had by far.
So fast forward a couple months. She enjoyed her relationship with him that like so many of her past boyfriends stayed at the physical phase and it eventually fizzles away.
She closes my door again. There is a new guy she has to tell me about. Oh my word I remember thinking yet holding that to myself and just listening. Her new guy has a natural "V". She goes on and on about how great it is to be in his embraced. "Such a secure" feeling. Her new guy has a great a body and being tall and built like a brick house captivates her as a woman. She just loves it when he holds her and kisses her. She is so happy with her new boyfriend.
It was the day after Thanksgiving so the two of us were the only ones in the office of a small business. You know, just in case stuff. Her to handle phones and me to be there in case a "manager" is required. I was not nor have never been critical yet I have always, I guess, been seen as so dependable and also get that certificate or two at a place to get an "over-ride". The whole "he can get things fixed for customer no matter what" level of a login.
Yes we got some calls and took care of said customers. But it was as expected a slow and easy day. Getting paid time and a half just to be there. Been there done that day. Clean somethings that no one will notice were dirty yet need cleaning and do some organizing in the similar.
She seemed particularly hyper in the morning. Like a water-bug darting around though it was slow. I had commented at one point during the morning part of our coverage of said. She had smiled but not responded with any clarification. It was slow so I figured it was one of the many things in her life of chaos that I had come to hear about. Without a conscious thought I didn't press given that based upon the history of our chats she would eventually tell me about the latest nonsense. I would listen and say something less than profound yet supporting of her feelings and two to five days later she would say something akin to "thank you, we worked it out".
About mid-afternoon she comes in to my kind of a office. Nothing more than a cubicle set up but it did have a door given my "importance." I did let her know no one was here as she did that. No response to that by her I guess she just closed the door on reflex.
To her credit I gathered that she had been holding something in and was waiting for a time in which I was clearly just trying to pass the time.
"Remember the maintenance guy I told you about?", she blurted out.
I nodded. There was a guy that fixed things per requests at the mobile home park she lived. He was rather gruff with her in the mini-conversations and could fix anything quickly. She had said that he was similar in age to her, some where in high-30's, but unlike her arrogant and too the point in his comments. She had said she found him attractive though he was at most 140 pounds, always looked like it had been two days since he had cleaned up for the public and a half-foot short of six feet.
She was similar in height and I had always wondered why she had never been married given her looks. She did get a lot of attention. I think it was her attraction to chaos that kept guys from going past dating and casual sex with her. Though, again, I did wonder why with her beautiful, big green eyes, easy smile, dusty blonde hair that was naturally wavy and usually in a ponytail (she was the tomboy type) and even in her bloused she clearly had ample breasts. She kept herself fit though I never knew her hobbies. Like if she ran or did cross-fit. I knew some much about her yet she had never told me her workout routine.
Anyway, she just just starts with something akin to "I have to share this."
"You ever been shocked by a partner come romance time?", She asked rhetorically. I put it that way given she didn't wait for my response.
Instead tells me about how the maintenance guy had showed up apparently after his shift was done for the day with a bottle of wine. He used the guise of following up on latest thing he had fixed for her to verify everything was solid. She invited him noting the obvious things. He had went to his place within the compound to clean up and had the wine bottle. He wanted to share it with her versus it being some type of follow up gift.
She invited him and they gabbed over the bottle of wine. They drank it all and she shared a couple of bong hits with him from her stash.
"He was so big I was scared!" She blurted out as her need to share something was very disjointed. From I had some weed and shared it to this.
"I thought you said he was a short wiry...."
She stopped me and said, "no, I mean his... you know, his thing."
"We are suddenly talking about his dick?" I asked seeking clarification and trying to keep her chatter on some linear pattern.
"Oh my word, yes!"
She went on and on from how she was nervous to continue yet driven by her curiosity to try it.
How it felt like too much in the beginning but after a gentle couple of minutes she adjusted to his thickness and positioned her body so that she would not have to deal with a bruised cervix. She limited his access I gathered so that he would not push it all the way into her and just need to deal with the shocking to her thickness of his penis.
To the end, per her, it had been the best, regarding pure sex, she had ever had by far.
So fast forward a couple months. She enjoyed her relationship with him that like so many of her past boyfriends stayed at the physical phase and it eventually fizzles away.
She closes my door again. There is a new guy she has to tell me about. Oh my word I remember thinking yet holding that to myself and just listening. Her new guy has a natural "V". She goes on and on about how great it is to be in his embraced. "Such a secure" feeling. Her new guy has a great a body and being tall and built like a brick house captivates her as a woman. She just loves it when he holds her and kisses her. She is so happy with her new boyfriend.