Holiday Party, Act II

My goodness, what have I started?

If you remember, last Thursday was the night that the A-party was supposed to happen.  They postponed it, and I thought it would happen in January, if ever.  But instead, they scheduled it for tonight!  True, it was at a different hotel, and although it wasn’t real swanky, it still ranked as a decent party.  Maybe not an A, but definitely a B+.  (I’ll still call it the A-party for consistency.)

You’ll also remember that I had a sure-fire dance invite from Amy.  Well, unfortunately, Amy didn’t go.  I was also hopeful that Maryanne would be there, but she is out on vacation.  (Ashna and her team were not invited to this party.)   But then, I ran into Praveena, and she said the most wonderful thing — that she was going to the A-party.  That’s when my day really started to look up.

Remember when I suspected that Praveena was flirting with me?  Well I am now convinced.  Let me give you the highlights of tonight’s events.

• When I got there, I spotted Praveena, but played it cool and pretended not to see her.  When I did meet up with her an hour later, she said that she saw me before but didn’t get a chance to call out to me.
• Praveena does not dance, but I almost had her out on the dance floor.  It was no secret how much I loved to dance, and she asked me if I was going to dance.  My line was, “Yes, I’ll dance, if you’ll come up with me.”  After a few tentative steps onto the dance floor, she backed away, sat in a chair, and said, “I’ll watch you from here.”
• A little later, the dance DJs were handing out party trinkets (hats, feather boas, beads, etc.)  Praveena tossed me a pair of beads and said that she got them for me.
• There were times where we were sitting together — just the two of us.  She did not make a move to get up or leave me.  I used those opportunities to ask a few general questions (job-related, mostly).  But she did not want to dance.  (When I got up to dance, I looked back, and sure enough, she was looking at me.
• At around 9pm, she announced that she was leaving.  I gripped her hand, gave her a subtle touch on the forearm, and told her that I would see her tomorrow.  I then returned to the dance floor.  One minute later, Praveena had come out onto the dance floor, and was talking to a guy that we both knew.  Everyone around said that she should now dance, since she was on the dance floor.  She just froze there and said that she didn’t know what to do.
• At this point, I took her hand in mine and led her through a few dance steps (and yes, she was all smiles).  After a minute, she was finished, and said she had to leave.  I gave her a hug — a good full one — and she returned it.  (I was so tempted to give her a kiss but I chickened out.)

Praveena is from India, and although she has been in the USA for a few years, I’m not sure if she knows that a ring on the ring finger means marriage.  (As you recall, I always wear my ring.)  But it’s pretty clear that she’s interested in me.  I’m not sure if she is waiting for me to make the next move.  If she is, what the heck is the next move?  Lunch?

We’ll see what tomorrow brings.

Holiday Party, Intermission

Tonight was supposed to be the “A” party that I mentioned in my previous post.  Unfortunately, due to the snow, it has been postponed.  Which in all likelihood means that it will be cancelled.  I hope not, but hey, the B-party was still great.

But I do have a story about today.  But first, I need to introduce Amy.  Amy is an Asian woman who is in her late forties.  She is about 5 feet tall and weighs 100 pounds soaking wet.  She works in my department, but on another team.  What confuses me most about Amy is the way she dresses.  Sometimes, she will dress in very dowdy, old clothing.  Other times, she will wear something really hot, like a miniskirt.  I’ve had plenty of panty sightings, and they’ve all been nice colors.  I just don’t know.  She has a college-age son, but is not married (I’m not sure if she is divorced, widowed, or just never married).

Part of me suspects that Amy is lesbian, just by the way she casually mentions her “friends”.  But maybe not!  Today, I had an interesting conversation with Amy.  We were talking about the A-party and whether or not we would still be able to go (this was before the postponement).  Amy asked me how the B-party was:

“How was the party last night?  What was it like?”

“It was good.  They had decent food, and they had a good DJ.”

“Did you have fun?”

  I had fun, because I love to dance.”

“You love to dance?” she asked.

“Yes I do.  I spent most of the night dancing.”

“Well, if we do go tonight, will you dance with me?”

I smoothly answered, “Of course I’ll dance with you!”  But in my head, I immediately thought, “Score!”  It gets better:  Later today, I was talking to a female friend of Amy’s.  This friend said that “Amy told me that you promised to dance with her.”  Wow!

Ok, it seems a little high-school-ish, but it still made my day.  I now have an open invitation to ask Amy to dance.  (And maybe even her friend!) 

Holiday Party, Act I

Ok, I love the annual company holiday party.  And better yet, there are two of them!  For simplicity, let’s call them the A-party and the B-party.  The A-party is the nice party — although the invitation says business casual, everyone dresses up.  The B-party used to be held at a restaurant, and was a jeans-type affair.  But this year, for the B-party, the company just rented out a large space, and the dress code was business casual.

Last night was the B-party.  I have to admit, I wasn’t in the greatest of moods yesterday.  Normally, when the parties roll around, I try to see who is going, so I can plan my flirting accordingly.  But the only woman that was going to the B-party was Michelle, and we know that she is not on my flirting list.

The first half of the party was okay — I had dinner, I sat with some coworkers (all male), and I walked around saying hi to people.  No flirting whatsoever.  I wasn’t wearing a suit, so I felt a little underdressed.  A few glasses of wine were helping my mood, but it was still looking like a complete bust.

But then, the DJ started to play some dance tunes.  Good ones.  And the Office Player kicked it into high gear.

I’m not a great dancer, but I can move.  And I’ve mentioned that I’m in pretty decent shape, so I can keep up with the kids.  So I danced away the rest of the night, which is one of THE best ways to flirt.  (Even learned the Cha-Cha Slide.  Hey, it’s been a while since I’ve been to a wedding or a club.)

The highlight of the night was a woman named Brenda.  She’s a hot Filipino woman about my age.  She was also wearing a wedding ring (remember, the Office Player always wears his ring!).  We tore it up pretty good on the dance floor, including a little grind action.  Sweet!  We talked briefly at the end of the party.  She works in a different building.  We didn’t make plans or anything like that, but I definitely have someone else to keep in my sights.

I also met Michelle’s boyfriend, but I’ll save that for another post.  Quick note: no, she’s not the real religious type.

Tonight is the A-party.  There’s a huge snowstorm moving in, so I might not go.  I sure hope that I can.  Now that I know the Cha-Cha Slide. 

Monday, Monday

Today I was rewarded with a quick panty flash.  We had a meeting with Ashna, Jitaya, and Michelle.  Ashna likes to use a computer hooked up to a projector.  The computer was not working properly, and Ashna, being the hands-on technical type, started crawling around the floor to inspect the connections.  She was wearing pink panties — not exactly hot pink, but still a very tasty shade of pink.  (I was hoping for a bra spotting, but no such luck.)

Michelle was also bending over, and although there was no flash of undergarments, it afforded me a lovely view of her very cute, tight butt.  There was not a trace of panty lines, which leads me to believe that she was wearing a thong.  I will investigate and let you all know.

Incidentally, Michelle was wearing what looked like a Rosary necklace.  I find this odd — most Catholic twenty-somethings would wear a simple Cross.  I wonder if she is religious.  I definitely do not get the Catholic bad-girl vibe from her.  Oh well, it’s not like I really flirt with her.  This would simply be one additional reason why I consider her hands-off.

Any given Saturday…

About five times a year, I have to come into work on a Saturday.  In the computer industry, it’s called a release, and it’s the time where we publish the latest version of our website.  The whole department comes in, and despite the coffee, donuts, and catered lunch, it’s a pretty hectic time.  But there’s plenty of time where you are just waiting, and to the Office Player, that’s flirting time!

First let me talk about Maryanne.  Yesterday (Friday), she was in a somewhat playful mood.  When I was standing in line at the cafeteria, Maryanne sneaked up behind me and touched me.  (It wasn’t quite a squeeze or a tickle, more like a two-handed tap.)  Then she commented on how thin I looked.  Talk about flirtatious!  I tried my darndest to meet up with her that afternoon, but she was always busy.  Later that day, she came to me with a business issue, and the playful mood was gone.  Same thing with today; no playful mood.

Hasna is on maternity leave (more on that in a later post).  Ashna and Michelle work on a different web site.  Ellen works in a completely different department.  So who does that leave?  Well, time to introduce another hottie!

Let me tell you about Praveena.  She is a consultant with whom I have worked before.  She is in her thirties, average looks, a little chunky, glasses. (I love glasses!)  And she’s always smiling — and you know how the Office Player loves a nice smile!  And get this:  the few times I have seen her, she has always been asking me how I’ve been doing, what’s new, etc.  Is she flirting with me?  We shall see.  I flirted with her a few times today.  Not too strong, mind you, just enough to keep the juices flowing.

Praveena works in my old office location.  But so does Maryanne.  It’s safe to say that I will be venturing back there often.

What’s Your Favorite Color Panties?

Another cheap thrill that I indulge in at the office is identifying the color of panties that a woman wears.  When a lady bends over (or squats down) to retrieve something, you will usually get a cute little flash of panty.  Typically it’s not much; you’ll usually get just enough to identify the color, and with luck, the brand.  But it’s usually enough to create an accurate mental picture of a woman in her panties — and that’s a very sweet mental picture.

Sometimes, particularly in the summer, you’ll find that when women lean forward in their chairs, it’s enough to reveal their panties.  And that’s the best, because if you’re quiet, you can stare for entire minutes.  It doesn’t work so well during the winter, when baggy sweaters or suit jackets cover the lower back.

So what are my favorite colors?  Well here they are:

• Black:  You can’t go wrong with basic black.  Black works with any style and any material — plain cotton, satin, lace, it always looks good, and it shows that she cares enough to choose great-looking underwear.  Which implies she wants to be looked at.
• Red:  If it’s red, it has to be bright red, and preferably lacy.  But when done right, it’s killer.
• Pattern:  Patterns only work when it’s a bold pattern, like stripes.  Little pink flowers don’t work; they give the “old granny” look.
• Orange:  I have a thing for orange panties.  It’s as if they say, “Notice my underwear!”  And believe me, I do.
• Pink:  It’s gotta be hot pink.  Cotton-candy pink is just too boring.

And, of course, my least favorites:

• White:  White is a convenience color.  Even when it’s brighly-bleached white, it still implies that she doesn’t want to be seen in her underwear.  (The exception?  White lace.  The naughty-bride look.  That works!)
• Purple:  Simply not bold enough.
• Pastels:   Same reason — not bold enough.
• Earth tones (beige, brown, etc.):  Yuck.  Looks like dirty white.  A real mood-killer.

What about thongs?  It goes without saying that any color thong works well.  And sometimes, you’d be surprised who wears them.  Once, at a previous company, there was a very plain-looking girl who worked in a different group.  Nice body, not a lot of makeup, all-business, kind-of nerdy.  Well, when she was leaning forward in her chair once, I actually did a double-take when I noticed her thong, high-up along her back.  I told a fellow panty-spotter at work, and he was equally surprised.

I’d love to hear if anyone has any other panty-spotting techniques!

Chair Sniffing

What, you’ve never heard of chair sniffing?  Let me explain.

It’s late on a Friday, the office is empty, and you walk by the desk of an cutie you’ve had your eye on.  You round the corner, hoping to see her — drat, she’s not there.  You step into her cube, looking at her phone, her keyboard, the pictures of her husband on her desk.  You look at her chair.  Less than an hour ago, she was sitting right in that chair.  Her cute butt was planted right there on the seat cushion.

Yes, her ass — right there.  You quickly look around, but the office is empty.  You bend down, plant your nose on the seat cushion, and take a deep sniff.

In my first post, I alluded to this practice.  I think every guy has done this at least once in his lifetime.  I’ll admit, it’s a cheap, perverted thrill, but I still do it.  And the results are interesting.  Sometimes, you catch a whiff of perfume.  Sometimes, you only smell upholestry.  But sometimes, you catch a little musky aroma.  Oh, sweet!  Those are the times you stay there for a few minutes, drinking in her womanly scent.

The only chair I’ve sniffed recently is Hasna’s chair, but all I’ve smelled is baby powder.  Oh well.

More Ashna

I’m more convinced that there is a real connection developing between me and Ashna.  Let me describe a meeting that we had a few days ago.

The meeting was in one of our larger conference rooms.  The room can hold over 40 people; there were only about ten of us actually there.  The tables are arranged in a giant rectangle, so that everyone faces the center of the room.  Strangely, it so happened that all the women sat on one side of the room, all the men on the other side of the room, both sides facing each other across a space of about fifteen feet.  There were four women present:  Ashna, Michelle, Jayita, and Hasna, my boss.  (Remember to consult the Cast of Characters page!)  The six men sat on the other side of the room.

Ashna runs these meetings, and as such, does most of the talking.  Hasna is a very outspoken, and also does a great deal of the talking.  I do, too, by the way.  Well, during the meeting, when Ashna was speaking, all eyes are on her.

And who was she looking at?  Me!  That’s right, with all eyes on her, her beautiful eyes are making contact with mine.

Ashna always smiles, even while talking.  So it’s tough to tell if it’s a genuine connection.  But I will find out!

Michelle

One thing I haven’t mentioned about Ashna is the fact that she has two women on her team.  I’ll start with Michelle.  (I’ll talk about Jayita another time.)

Michelle is drop dead goregous.  I know that I often say that all women are hot (and it’s true — they are), but Michelle could easily be a swimsuit model.  Yes, that hot.  She has a terrific figure, an angelic face, and beautiful green eyes.  She kind of reminds me of a young Bernadette Peters.  And she’s no dummy, either.

So why I haven’t I mentioned her?  Although I have publicly stated that I am trying to sleep with every woman in my office, Michelle is not near the top of my list.  Why not?  After all, if she is as hot as I say, shouldn’t she be numero uno on the Office Player’s hit list?

Well I’ll tell you why not:

1. Way too young — probably 23-24 years old.  I prefer a lot more experience.
2. She is single.  Single women do not typically go for the married office pervert, no matter how skillful said pervert may be.  I’ll have more to say on this in a later post.
3. She is quiet.  I’ve noticed lately that I’m attracted to the outgoing, outspoken women.

Still, let’s see how receptive to flirting she is.  Now that I am on the same floor as Ashna’s team, there will be plenty of opportunity to flirt.

Masturbation At Work

Question for the guys:  Have you ever masturbated at work?

I’ll bet that the answer for most guys is yes, at least once.  There are those times where you get that horny, and you just gotta go rub one out.  Maybe you were walking behind an office hottie, and the sight of her perfect ass caused a stir.  Maybe a cutie bent over, and you got a delicious view of her breasts.  Or maybe you were just daydreaming in that meeting.  Whatever the reason, when you’re horny, you’re horny.

Of course, this takes place in the men’s room, and it has to be done quietly.  Sure, men will take a newspaper (or some printouts of ESPN) into the men’s room, but trust me, it does not take 20 minutes to read all the stories.

But I don’t bother with such pretenses.  I just go in, no bones about it.  But I also make sure that I leave the area clean.  Here’s what I do:

1. I walk into the stall and close the door.
2. I withdraw about 25 inches of toilet paper, and fold it three times.  The result is a 3-ply strip about 8 inches long.
3. I drape the paper from the front of the bowl into the water.
4. I quietly take matters into my own hands.
5. Since the toilet paper is draped nicely in the line of fire, nothing gets left.
6. One flush and the evidence is gone.

It happens.  Once, a few of us were talking about how somebody had left a long strip of toilet paper that covered up the gaps in between the door and the rest of the stall.  We couldn’t figure out why — nobody really goes in and peeps through the crack.  One guy said, “Well, maybe they’re jerking off, but nobody would really want to watch that.”

How often is another question.  When I was younger, masturbation was a three-times daily ritual — sometimes more!  (Ah, to be 19 again.)  Now, I’m happy to manage once a day.  And these days, it’s not really at work any more.  I need to save my mojo for the ladies.