…I slept with a coworker. But I should probably start from the beginning.
I met her several months ago. She was new to our company, but she had done similar work elsewhere, so there wasn't a big learning curve. I see her around the office, getting used to our way of doing things, and I immediately take notice. She's slightly shorter than me, around my age, medium length dark red hair (always in a pony tail), pure milky white skin, and cute nerdy glasses that she wears in a sophisticated way. She seemed polite enough, as she smiled every time we would exchange "hello there" glances.
One day my boss has her shadow me, just to get the fine tuning down to make sure she's fully acclimated. She is, in a way that I don't really have to 'show' her anything, we're basically coworkers at this point, just doing the same job and tag teaming everything. Now I get to see and learn her personality. She beams with life, and we hold great conversations. She listens well, and speaks well. I won't hide it, I even like the way her lips form words. She's absolutely beautiful, but I keep my eyes locked into hers. They're a gorgeous hazel color, and they way they squint when she smiles makes me smile right back.
As the 'shadowing time' nears to a close, we begin spending more time together outside of work. On breaks, talking after our shift is over, even sharing a few texts on our time off. I do, subtly, drop a few flirting comments and innuendos, just to see her reaction. She doesn't 'bite' but she doesn't ignore them either. She usually gives me this look, tilting her head and smiling as if to say "I see what you did there, but I'm not acknowledging it". I can't gauge her. She initiates talking to me and spending time on breaks together, but maybe this is a 'friendzone' type thing? Maybe she's just not that 'naughty', yet?
So eventually she begins to work on her own, just like any coworker would. Our work time overlaps, but we never have time like we did before. There are a few texts and things outside of work, but they are dwindling. I struggle with self confidence, so I know, or at least feel, like there's only a matter of time before some big alpha male comes over and swoops her off her near-pinup-girl feet and marries her up. I still steal what chances I can to talk to her and make her laugh. The days that I see her walk into work, all I want to do is embrace her. I want to feel her body touching mine. I want to caress her face, gently, with my hand. I want to feel her soft lips touching mine. But all I can do is smile and wave.
Weeks go by, and nothing seems to change. We see each other slightly less, but I cannot tell if she's drifting away or not. I still get butterflies and have to purposefully hold myself back from physically touching her, although I do come up with lame things to give 'high fives' or 'fist bumps' over, just as an excuse to feel her skin, even for just a second. As each day goes by, I feel my window of opportunity closing.
I haven't even told you about her voice. It is like a breeze blowing through a meadow, just after a light rain. Like the leaves rustling on the ground as fall begins. The calm after a thunderstorm, or that sigh with a smile after a sexual release. It calms, excites, and draws my attention whenever I hear it.
Finally, one day after work we have a random repeat of our old days of chatting in the parking lot. At first it is like normal, nothing too serious or too deep, but soon I gently guide the conversation into relationship talk. She mentions a few suitors who seem to really lack any promise or potential. I do not know if she's purposefully sounding downtrodden for my sake as a subtle hint, or really feels that way. I press a little further, talking about past experiences about how sometimes kissing someone tells you so much more than anything else. She agrees, and I feel everything else in my life begin to melt away. I listen to her, but now I can't help but watch her talk. I stare at her beautiful lips, hanging on every word she says. I debate talking about how she'd feel if someone surprised her with a kiss, as I don't want to ruin my own surprise but I also don't want to advance into something she doesn't want. She shy-fully, and playfully, says that if someone she took notice in and pursued, in her own way, were to do it she would be very happy with that person. The way she says it she seems to heavily, and lightly, imply that she is referring to me. My heart is in my throat, my stomach is in knots, and my pants are getting just a bit too tight.
I try to pace myself, as my heart races. I try to remain cordial, but I can't help but begin to fidget. My body is screaming at me to act, do something, anything. But my mind retrains it, for a time. I begin to see this branch of conversation coming to an end, and I can almost feel the awkwardness creep in. This is it, the window I have been watch close for weeks and months, it's finally fully closing and I need to act. She may never open it again, and perhaps in her own way, she's been flirting with me the whole time. I try to weigh what would be worse, regretting kissing her and being rejected or not kissing her and wondering "what if" for the rest of my life.
She always had a tendency to stand close when we talked, which I loved, and now I could use to my advantage. I quickly took the single step between us, wrapped my arm around her petite waist, and brought her into my body. I looked deeply into her eyes, but only for a moment, and kissed her. At first it just pressed my lips to hers, giving her a moment of response. Would she push me away? Would she be too startled to respond? I wanted her to have time to digest what was going on. And then I felt it, her physical response. She wrapped her arms around me, one over my arm, the other around my neck, with her hand on my head. I brought my other arm around and completed the circle of embracing that my arms now made.
Her lips were amazing, as soft as they looked, and tasted like honey running off the breast of a mythical goddess. We softly kissed for a bit, perhaps getting know each other on a completely different plane. We than began to kiss more openly, with our tongues lightly touching. This drove my body mad with desire and pleasure! I pulled her in harder. I know she could feel my member getting harder too as it pressed against her lower stomach. Normally I may move slower than this and allow things to get sexual later, but I didn't care. I didn't just want to be in her, I wanted to be a part of her now. I wanted our bodies to move in sync. For our temperatures to complement each other, for our breaths to complete each others. The passion and intensity of her kisses matched mine. I lightly lifted her up, and pressed her against my car. I could hear a soft moan escape her throat. I knew this was only the beginning.
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