The Telco Guy Effect

Telco Guy was in the elevator as I got on.  He was dressed in his usual gear, tight pants, tight shirt unbuttoned halfway down his bare chest. The hair on his head was getting longer, almost reaching his shoulders. Amber digs longer, well kept hair. The heals of his black shoes tapped as he moved away from the control panel. I stood there looking at him, wondering if he was trying to see his reflection in the aluminum covered doors. "Do you know Amber?", I said, like she might have a prize for him. Until this very moment, we had never said anything but a "hey" or "what's up" in passing between buildings. Most of the time he saw me, I was  either with Amber or Nicole. "Yeah, I setup some phones for her team. Why, what's up?" He was used to being stopped and asked questions about phones and probably figured this was another request. "Well, Nicole would be jealous of me if she knew I was in the elevator with you... alone"? I laughed as it came out of my mouth. I didn't want to scare the guy off.  He returned my laugh and raised me one when he said, "I know." I can't say I was shocked; there are a few guys out there who actually notice when a women is noticing them. It's all about being aware. "I'll ride with her!", he said. 

I know Amber is curious about him, but I'm not sure she would actually do anything if she had the opportunity.  Telco Guy has entered her conscious and subconscious thoughts, but does she really want a piece of that reality? Besides a temporary turn-on, what effect would it have on the three of us if something did happened... and continued to happen. Hmmmm... 

The elevator door opened and I stepped out. From the other side of the door, I looked him square in the eye and calmly said, "we'll talk later".  Whether we will or not, I didn't know, but I do know that Amber will have one of her better cums when she hears about this encounter.