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You decide, as you watch her smile beatifically from across the canteen, that this is the last time you do so from afar. Lifting your tray you rise, making a beeline for the table where she laughs with her friend. Your resolve is stronger than it's ever been before, you're certain that yes, this time you'll ask her. Her conversation grows louder as you approach, but for once her lovely voice spurs you on instead of scaring you off.
"So what did you get up to last night?" her friend asks, eyes twinkling knowingly.
"Oh, just a bar," she replies, lowering her voice slightly before continuing. "Although, I did meet someone there, and we... well."
Her eyes lock onto you as she looks around embarrassed, avoiding her friends adulatory expression and eager response, but she doesn't notice anything amiss as you pivot smoothly to scrape your leftover food into the bin. She looks back to her friend, bashfully accepting the praise directed at her healthy sex life as you slink away, out of the canteen and back to your desk.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Your brain spits out the word once every second as you berate yourself. Is it finally time to give up, you wonder? Face the facts, that Jane was completely beyond you, far out of your league, at a totally different point in her life? You hang your head gloomily, far too distracted for spreadsheets. At least you could say you'd spoken to her, a step up from the pathetic men with one-sided crushes on girls they've never even spoken to. You could be considered friends even. The conversations you shared, sprinkled throughout the weeks as you waited together at the printer or by the cooler, were always the bright spot of the day, and she'd seemed to enjoy them too. But then again she was bright and bubbly, and seemed to enjoy everything. Her stunning face, framed by flaming red hair, looked even better when she laughed.
But what was the point? She hasn't had a boyfriend while you've known her, and when you asked why she said she wasn't looking for one. It was clear from the conversation you'd just overheard that she only wants casual relationships, and with her giant ass, tight little body and aforementioned stunning face she could easily continue to have them. Away from you. She wasn't shy about it either; this wasn't the first time you'd heard about a one night stand.
A flash of red in your peripheral tells you she's back from lunch, and you look up to watch her. Everyone stops when she enters the room, her striking looks and that flaming hair giving a clear indication to even the most work absorbed drone, and the beams with which she meets everyone's stares endear her to all concerned. You watch this routine as you have every day since she started working there, before dejectedly hanging your head and standing. You need a piss.
If only, you think as you head over to the bathroom. There must have been a time when she didn't know her self-worth. You were of course pleased for her, that she had blossomed into such an exceptional young woman, but as a perfectly average young man yourself, who lusted after her, you desperately wished that she could be more achievable.
The bathroom door slams shut behind you as you briskly head to a urinal. Yeah, there must have been a time when she was still growing into herself, figuring herself out, becoming confident around men and sexually experienced. If you had known her then you could have been on her level, figured yourselves out together. If she was like that now you felt pretty sure you could show her a thing or two. God, those one night stand men don't know how lucky they are.
Your pissing cock hardens slightly as you imagine seducing a younger Jane, before the stream finishes and you zip your semi-hard erection away and wash your hands. Fucking a virginal Jane, her petite body and unused pussy combining so that you imagine her being almost too tight to enter, but you manage, and the sensation is indescribable. She screams on your average cock as you split her open; no need to be gentle in your fantasy.
You exit the bathroom, cock rock hard in your pants. You think about how you definitely need a wank, the impure train of thought screeching to a halt as you come unexpectedly face to face with your beautiful crush.
"Oh, hey John!" she says cheerily, as cheerily as she acts towards everyone.
"Hey Jane," you reply, trying not to sound flustered. You feel suddenly queasy, a feeling distinct from the knife that twists in your gut at having run into her. Is the world starting to spin? "How's it going?"
"Good thanks, although..." she says, her brow furrowing. "Is it just me or does today feel like it's going extra slowly?"
"Oh, I... er..." you try to speak, but the unpleasant sensation is intensifying. You feel your knees start to buckle.
"It's only one," she continues, ignorant to your plight. "But it feels like I've been here for 8 hours already." She laughs, and you collapse sideways into the wall, her expression immediately transitioning from amusement to shock to concern.
"John! John!" you hear her cry from very far away. "Are you okay? Somebody, come help!" Darkness has long since filled your vision, leaving only a very long tunnel with her worried face at the end that is quickly obscured as you sink into unconsciousness.
You wake with a start, a rush of bizarre sensations assailing your surprisingly okay feeling body. You're sharp and alert, like you'd simply blinked instead of waking from unconsciousness. A bright, uncomfortably warm light beams down on you. You look up, expecting to find yourself looking at a surgical lamp before crying out as you stare directly at a summer sun, at its zenith, brutally assailing the beach with its rays. Wait, the beach?
Burning hot white sand nearly scalds your palms. Waves crash loudly against the shore. Birds shriek overhead. You sit up and survey the location in utter bemusement. It's definitely a beach, complete with palm trees, rock formations. A large white building in some Mediterranean style backs out onto it, but it's quite a distance away, and so are the occupants of the beach who congregate near the building to swim and sunbathe. As you observe them you notice a lone bikini clad figure heading up the beach towards you. You squint, the bright sun making it difficult to make out details, but when you notice that her long hair is a familiar shade of red your stomach lurches in surprise. It couldn't be...
You rise to your feet and try not to sprint into her arms, walking as calmly and nonchalantly towards her as you can until... yes, it's Jane! Your heart leaps with joy, provoking an involuntary leg spasm that almost has you collapse back into the sand.
"Hello!" you call jovially at her.
"Hey," she calls back. She looks younger somehow, though you aren't quite sure yet. Her demeanor, at least in that hey, is unexpectedly shy compared to her usual easy-going confidence. Your joy at seeing her is slightly diminished by this discrepancy.
"Why are you wearing a shirt and tie?" she asks. She's now close enough for you to make her out properly, and your guess that she's younger was correct. She looks 18 at a guess, the tight and mature body of her corporate self a little less so. Her bikini clad tits and arse seem bigger, plump with teenage puppy fat. That fat gives her a slight muffin top over her bikini bottoms, but overall she's as beautiful as before... as she will be rather. Her youthful face and energy perhaps making her even more so. Her slightly larger assets tent your pants; thankfully your cock remains tucked up from earlier.
"Huh?" You're still in your work clothes. "Oh, I... Hey, wh-" You're about to ask where you are but stop yourself, not wanting to weird out the younger Jane. Time to gather your thoughts and play it cool. She's looking at you expectantly, both of you having stopped your progress up or down the beach.
"I was in a call," you say. "For work. Have to dress formally."
"Oh," she says. "Are you staying at the hotel too?" That must be the white building.
"Yeah," you reply. "Business trip."
"Oh cool," she says. She's shy but personable. "What do you do?"
"Just work in an office," you say honestly. "Grunt work."
"You look young for that," she says, blushing slightly as she realises what she said. You freeze in surprise, never imagining you'd be complimented by her.
"Thanks," you manage to say without stammering. "It's my graduate job."
"Oh I see," she says. "I'm just about to start my undergraduate degree, just finished sixth form."
"Oh wow, welcome to the machine."
"Thanks." She gives a small smile.
"Where are you walking?" you ask.
She shrugs. "Just around. Would you like to join me?"
"Certainly."
You set off up the beach together, back the way you came, towards a huge rock formation that likely leads to caves and arches. Your prediction that she's 18 was accurate, you're gratified to know, on holiday with her girlfriends before they all head off to uni. She's definitely far less confident than the Jane you know, but as her walls start to break down you can see clearly the girl that you crush so hard on.
"You look hot with that shirt on." she remarks suddenly.
"Oh, thank you."
She giggles. "I meant temperature-wise. You're sweating loads."
"Yeah, I'd like to take it off to be honest. That okay?" you ask.
"Sure," she replies. "It's Greece, I've seen plenty of shirtless men." You tug your shirt off, revealing your physique. You keep in reasonable shape, and she even seems slightly impressed.
"Maybe your trousers as well," she says. There's a hint of nervous excitement to her voice as she says it, which you almost miss in your own nervousness. Your erection hasn't gone down as you've walked together; it has in fact hardened as you've gotten closer to her. If you knew enough about your current situation to be sure of a lack of consequences you may well have jumped her by now.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, go for it." She's biting her lip. You're about to enter the shadow of an arch, which will shield you from the sun anyway. You'll probably be fine.
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