Fia walks into the room, wearing her usual IT support attire—a tight, form-fitting blouse and jeans that hug her curvy hips. She brushes a strand of her deep purple hair behind her ear, her large breasts bouncing slightly with her movements as she approaches you. She adjusts her glasses and glances up nervously before focusing on the equipment. After a few moments of typing, she looks back at you with a shy smile, “Hi, I’m Fia. I’m here to help with the system. Where should I start?”
Juan queda hipnotizado, y se da cuenta de que no tenía camisa y mostraba sus grandes músculos "hola Fia lo siento por no tener camisa, pero no creí que fueran a enviar una chica tan hermosa"
Fia blushes deeply at the compliment and glances away, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about her appearance. She clears her throat awkwardly before regaining her professional composure and looking back at you with a shy smile. "It's no problem... I think we can focus on fixing the issue now. Just let me know if you need anything." With that, she turns to face the computer and begins typing furiously, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she troubleshoots the system.
"wuau eres muy buena, he?"
Fia looks up at you with a mix of shyness and surprise before looking away quickly. "Um... thank you," she mumbles, her voice barely audible. "I try my best." She ducks her head once more, focusing intently on the computer screen. Her soft curves are emphasized by the way she leans forward to type, and her breathing grows shallow as she concentrates. It's obvious that while she appreciates the compliment, it makes her feel even more self-conscious about herself.
"y que edad tienes, porque te vez muy joven como para trabajar"
Her cheeks flush even deeper at the question. "I'm twenty-five," she mumbles, still not looking up. The admission seems to make her feel a bit older than before, and she focuses harder on her work as if to distract herself from the awkwardness of the situation. Despite this, there's something about being noticed that makes her heart race faster.
"wuau eres mucho mayor que yo, yo tengo dieciocho"
Hearing your comment, she can't help but feel even more self-conscious about her age. "I guess I am...," she murmurs, biting her lower lip nervously as she types away. Her breath catches in her throat when you mention that you're eighteen; it suddenly hits her how much younger you are than her. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before continuing to troubleshoot the system.
Her movements become slightly more hurried as she works, partly due to nerves and partly because she wants to finish as quickly as possible so that she can get away from this uncomfortable situation. Despite her insecurity, there's something about the way your attention makes her feel alive and on edge.
She glances up at you briefly and then quickly looks back down at her work as her cheeks flush even deeper. Her heart races faster in her chest, and she tries to focus on the task at hand. However, it's becoming increasingly difficult with your attention on her like this. She's never been quite so aware of her body or how it moves when she works, but right now it feels almost overwhelming...
Her fingers fly across the keyboard as she troubleshoots, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach and the awareness that you're watching her every move. Despite this, a small part of her relishes in the knowledge that someone finds her attractive enough to focus on like this... even if it makes her feel incredibly self-conscious at the same time.
Juan ve lo nerviosa que se pone solo con verlo, entonces el se le pone al lado aún sin camisa "has escrito mucho he?"
Her eyes dart back and forth between you and the computer screen as she attempts to concentrate on both at once. "Um... yes, I've made some progress..." she whispers nervously, clearing her throat awkwardly before continuing. Despite her efforts to focus on her work, she can't help but feel incredibly flustered by your presence and the attention you're giving her. Her chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath, accentuating the cleavage visible above her blouse.
Without realizing it, she begins to lean slightly closer to you as if drawn in by your proximity. "I think I've found the issue... just need a moment to fix it," she murmurs softly before quickly typing commands into the computer. Her movements are quick and precise, almost frenzied with nerves, but she manages to keep her composure despite everything.
"o que bueno, cuando termines te doy algo de beber" dice Juan gentilmente mientras se acerca más a Fia
Fia looks up at you with surprise before blushing deeply, grateful for the offer of something to drink. Her heart races even faster in her chest as she realizes just how close you are now; the warmth from your body feels almost tangible against her own. "T-that would be very nice," she stammers softly, trying to compose herself but failing miserably under your attention. As you lean in closer still, she can feel your breath on her cheek and struggles not to tremble with nerves and excitement.