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Dear PC World  

rockonpeterhuert 40M
49 posts
4/4/2018 11:07 am
Dear PC World

I never thought this would happen to me....but I my first sexual encounter at the workplace.....

I had been called to talk with management. What could it be about? Maybe my awkward behavior around the office? That couldn't be right; I talked with HR about my Asperger's and I had them call my mom for confirmation. Neurotypicals don't understand. They can't understand.

I walk down the hall. Her door is at the end of the hall. As I walk, people look at me. Some even say hello. The nerve! They don't know what I know; they don't know the difference between PAL and NTSC. They don't even care.

I finally arrive. I knock on the door.

"Come in," says a female voice.

I enter her office. Sitting behind a desk is my boss. Her skirt is cleanly laundered and complements her firm thigh, contrasted with my kakhis. Her shirt is freshly pressed and slightly open. If I allowed my gaze to linger, I would see a firm set of breasts. But I didn't.

"Do you know why I called you here?" she asks.

I was looking through our records," she said while glancing down at her Samsung Galaxy Tab 10.1, "and it says here that you're a Federal Breast Inspector." I gulped down hard, and my saliva went down my windpipe which triggered a coughing fit. She licked her lips and moved closer, breathing into my ear, "I was hoping you could take a moment and inspect me.

I couldn't believe I heard that. Couldn't. She must have seen the surprise in my expression because she moved forward, using her body language to get the message across.

Her skirt is cleanly laundered and complements her firm thigh, contrasted with my kakhis. Her shirt is freshly pressed and slightly open. If I allowed my gaze to linger, I would see a firm set of breasts. But I didn't.

"Do you know why I called you here?" she asks. For the second time.

"Is there something wrong with your computer?" I ask. "Did you try turning it off and on again?" A reference<b> wasted.

</font></b>"It has come to my attention you've been spending hours writing about...the inefficiency of the Japanese subway system? Is this true?"

shit.

"Is this what we pay you to do? Waste company time talking about trains on the internet?"

"Well, a subway car isn't a tra-"

She stands up and walks over to me.

"Do they have trains in Japan, Mr. Peter?"

"Not in the Japanese subw-"

She sits in my lap and lets her hair down.

"What do you know about cabooses?"

She hugs me close, her breasts smashing into my oxford shirt, her breath against my neck. And over her shoulder I see that her computer finder is open to the thesaurus.


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