My Older Coworker Accidentally Made Me Hard (And Noticed)

Throwaway account because I had to talk about this SOMEWHERE. I don't imagine it'll be a problem since I don't think any of my coworkers have reddit, but better safe than sorry.

Okay, so, this happened just two days ago now, and I'm still in disbelief that it happened.

I (M21) work as a board operator at a radio station. It's the chillest job in the world, I spend most of my time just babysitting the place, staying there just to make sure nothing goes wrong. I'm usually on my phone playing games or scrolling, but I'll switch to my work computer if I hear someone walking closer to look busy. It's a great job.

Ocassionally, my coworkers will walk by and make small talk with me. I'm the youngest one there, and they are all significantly older than me. Some in their 40's and 50's, I think there's one 70 year old guy. Still, it's nice to chat with them sometimes, especially on more boring days.

One coworker, who I'll call Kat, looks nowhere close to her real age (If I remember correctly, she's over 35), and she is gorgeous.

I really do my best to be a respectful coworker. Especially since I'm a man, I sincerely don't want to make her uncomfortable at all. The last thing I want to do is be a total creep to a woman who isn't even doing anything overtly or inentionally provacative. But she just DOES something to me. Everything about her is triggering. Her voice is diabolically sultry, her hair is wavy and blonde, and she has what I think is the most striking example of an hourglass figure I have ever seen. She has a small waist which impossibly curves out to her wide hips, which lead into her long, long, legs. (I have a bit of a thing for long, toned legs. Hers might be the best I've ever seen. Look up Alaina Ellis if you want an example of what her body looks like. She's like that - but BETTER somehow.) Not to mention she has a really phenomenal taste in fashion, which frames her great body perfectly.

Again, I really don't want to make her uncomfortable when I'm at work with her, but I can't stay around her for long without getting an uncontrollable boner. Seriously. It drives me crazy.

Despite all of this, I still have had many pleasant conversations with Kat. She is incredibly smart when it comes to her job (she mainly handles financial stuff for the station), and she has a delightful cheery energy about her. I've even had some deeper talks with her when I've needed some advice. In these talks, she has shown a very intense, caring side of herself, which makes her even sexier to me somehow.

Now, these have all been inside thoughts. Things I keep to myself - because why would I bring it up? She doesn't need some young idiot telling her how nice her legs are.

That all changed yesterday.

I was in the board room, doing some small bit of work I actually had that day, when Kat appeared in the doorway.

"Hey, Ike! How we doing today?"

Just a friendly greeting, nothing unusual there, but I couldn't help but notice her outfit: A tight black skirt and a red sweater. Very cute, if a bit overdressed for where we work. She always seemed to dress a little nicer than she had to, so this wasn't out of the norm. What was out of the norm was the LENGTH of the skirt. It was SHORT. Not necessarily innapropriate, but shorter than anything I've ever seen her wear. And it was tight too, snugly pressing against her thick thighs. They were practically begging to escape the confines of the fabric. I did my best not to stare.

"Hey, Kat! Doing good, just finishing up this log. There's a weird issue with the formatting, though. I can't figure out where the ads end and the programs begin."

Kat tilted her head and crossed her arms, almost a bit frustrated.

"Is that right? Ugh, I told Nance how to set it up the other day and she messed up the order again. Here, let me see."

She walked over and bent over in front of me to examine the log.

Right in front of me. Bending over. In front of me.

The skirt rode up her legs as she was bending down, and my heart was racing. She was standing right in between my spread legs. Her ass was hovering about 3 inches above my lap. I could've honestly passed out. And she stood there for a long, long while. So long, in fact, I think she forgot I was there. I didn't dare move a muscle as she hastily sorted through papers, trying to make out the logs. I've never been so still in my life.

I could feel myself getting hard. Every movement she made drove me crazy. At a certain point she rested her arm on the desk, causing her to hover even closer. And closer. I was stiff as a rock. Her skirt rode up so much I could just barely see her red underwear (kudos to her for matching it with her outfit). And then, completely absent-mindedly, she sat down. Just for a moment, but fully sat down. She shot up, and she casually laughed while apologizing. And then something seemed to click in her head. She knew. She quizzically turned around, now facing me, still standing in between my legs. She put her hand over a performatively bashful smile, and gave me a friendly "I know who you are" sort of look. She broke the tension and spoke.

"Excuse me, I, uhm...Didn't realize I had been so close. Or, uhm..."

She looked down at my now fully formed bulge, and her expression became something I had never seen on her face before.

"I didn't realize I was having an effect on you."

She bit her finger and giggled. Somehow she managed to effortlessly recover from an awkward situation and look sexy while doing it. I managed to squeak out a response.

"Well, to be fair, that skirt must be a workplace hazard. Watch where you aim that thing."

I let out a small chuckle. I followed up with:

"Sorry though, I can't help it. I don't mean to be weird."

She let out another laugh and playfully responded:

"Noo! No, no, it's not bad at all, I'm flattered. Seriously. If anything, that is a workplace hazard."

She eyed my bulge. There was silence. Tense silence. I had no clue what to say. She was still standing in between my legs. I wish I had said a cool, sexy, response here, but I remained in stunned silence. She spoke up again.

"Anyways...I'll let Nancy know that this log is basically unusable. See you later, hun."

She's never called me hun before.

"See you later, Kat. Keep your weapon concealed."

Managed to squeeze out a good line before she left. Good stuff.

"You're the one who needs to keep their weapon concealed, Ike. That thing is..."

She never finished her sentence. She gave a smile, a terrible, devilish smile, and walked away, pulling her skirt down back down her legs. I sat back and exhaled for what felt like the first time since she walked in.

I haven't stopped thinking about this since it happened. I'm going crazy with how worked up it made me. I'm floating on air right now, I just had to say this somewhere. I have no clue what's going to happen today at work.

Thanks for reading. Wish me luck, I'm hoping this doesn't get too messy. (But I would be lying if I said I'm not excited for what might happen)