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Shy but Horny!

There she is again. Dressed in her tight running gear showing every muscle of her very tight body. Not an inch of fat in sight just muscle,sinew and a great figure. How old, who knows as I've only seen her from the back but a tighter peachy arse I've yet to meet. One of these days I'm going to say hello but I have to work up to that.

I'm not what you would call a ladies man, in fact I'm a very shy person who can admire the female form for all its worth but not have the balls to actually do anything about it. Many a time I've been drawn to an attractive girl but have lost her because of my inability to say hello. I mean, how hard can it be?

I stand there in front of a girl and my throat goes as dry as the Sahara, my tongue ties itself in knots and the only thing that gets emitted from my mouth is an inaudible lot of gibberish chat!

Well this time it's going to be different, least ways that's what I'm telling myself. I only see this girl twice a week in the gym at most but before I can build up my confidence to talk to her, she's gone. I've no idea what she looks like as she always has a black hoody on and never looks my way anyway. Things have to change.

Showered, dressed and back in my little cubbyhole on the office floor I get stuck in to the everlasting work of inputing data on this ruddy computer. We all have our own little area that we bling up as we want to with photos of family, girlfriends, boyfriends, movie stars but I don't have that luxury. Being an only child with parents who were killed in a car accident when I was sixteen I don't have many memories or pictures that I can use to adorn my workstation like other people.

"Eric, have you seen the girl on the data desk, dear lord she's stunning."

"No Dave I haven't."

"You're joking mate aren't you, she's been here a couple of weeks, you can't miss her."

"No sorry."

"Well she only works part time but keep an eye out, she's definitely worth crawling over you to get to her!"

I shrugged and went back to work but Dave's words rang in my ears, why God knows, because I had no chance, not a dog in hells chance!

The next day was the same as before but without the girl with the tight bum to make my day then off back home again. I did the normal, ate and drank in front of the tele slouching on my settee dressed in shorts and 'T' shirt then off to bed at some ridiculously early hour to read and fall asleep with dribble running from the corner of my mouth on to my by now soggy pillow. Does this scenario spell loser to you, well it does to me.

So worked beckoned me once more so off I went like the good little fellow I am, after all, everyone has to earn a crust don't they and working for Jameson and Co that's about what you earn, a crust!

I sit at a computer inputting data, copying files, answering phones and helping others out in the office especially the ones who can't be bothered to help themselves. I'm not the thick idiot that most people here think I am, I passed my exams, my ‘A' levels and went to college to study business solutions which I passed with distinction, but it stopped there. I just didn't have the confidence to go to university. I didn't and still haven't, got the ability to work under undue pressure, I go within myself and as a result when it came to job interviews I failed miserably, hence I'm working here for that elusive crust!

After an hour or so I thought what the heck and decided it was time for a coffee so I upped and left my station, mug in hand, and made my way to the one item the company had provided, a decent fresh coffee / chocolate machine.

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