1. Déjà Vu - Part One


    Date: 9/8/2017, Categories: Masturbation, Author: Boss01, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    I felt like I was back in high school. It all started when I decided to start bringing my lunch to work, rather than go out to eat every day. It was part of a health kick combined with an austerity program; my stomach was getting fatter and my wallet was getting thinner as I tended to frequent restaurants that featured all of the wrong foods at rather ridiculous prices. The personal results were astounding. As people started to notice how much fitter I was looking, word spread. Pretty soon there were a bunch of us eating in together on a regular basis, taking over an entire cafeteria size table every day. Unfortunately, it was probably inevitable that what the men at the table wanted to talk about: sports, cars, politics, women; and what the women wanted to talk about: clothes, celebrities, books, other women; diverged to the point where we ended up with a “boys” table and a “girls” table. It was lunchtime on a Monday when one of the IT people, Chari, came in. All heads turned to stare at her. Chari was a youngish looking woman; my best guess was that she was in her early- to mid-twenties. She had worked IT and the help desk on the “swing shift’, so almost no one in the room really knew her but me; I having had to work with her on more than one occasion due to after-hours connectivity issues. She had just been transferred to the “day shift” when all of this took place. She was dressed like a typical “techie” of either sex working for us; an over-sized “hoodie” to cope with ...
    the cold in the server room, navy Dickey’s work pants to deal with having to climb under desks, and clunky safety work shoes. She had short unpolished fingernails, wore no make-up to speak of, and her auburn hair was tied back in no real particular fashion. She carried her lunch in a paper sack. There was an open seat at the “girls” table, but when she approached the women seated there “closed ranks”. I couldn’t tell if it was her age (the women were all older), her occupation (a “non-professional”), her look (“grunge vs. business dress) or a combination of these, but it was clear that she was not welcome at “their” table. Dejected, she took a seat alone at an empty table, ate quickly, and left. Like I said; high-school déjà vu. The same thing happened Tuesday. On Wednesday, when she came in and got the cold shoulder, I invited her to sit with the “boys”. She seemed a little embarrassed, and politely turned down the offer. But when Thursday came, and she was still being frozen out, she accepted my invitation. She just kind of sat there and ate in silence, but I could tell that she appreciated the company. On Friday, she didn’t even try to sit at the girls table; she came directly over to the boys table and sat next to me. As it turned out, she was quite the football fanatic, and fit right in. Things got a little boisterous, but she was right in the thick of it. Then, just as lunch was over, one of the women came over; Karen, a rather snarky PA who was the “head cheerleader” ...
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