[FM] Surprising a coworker

This story contains cheating so avoid if that’s not your thing. Also quite a slow burner and the start of exploring my dominant side..

Obligatory this didn’t happen recently disclaimer, it was around two years back.

I started a new job with a great crew of people, average kind of job but the crew really made it fun to go to everyday. They hired a new guy towards the end of the summer as a handyman type guy, he was very friendly and approachable so we knew he’d fit in right away. He had kinda floppy hair, average build and talked too loud and too much when he got really excited about a topic, but he had something special to his smile that lit up his eyes a certain way. He was a little awkward at times and the bosses didn’t really seem to take him seriously but over time they grew to like him. Our work decided to do a bit of a haunted house for Halloween and we dressed up but he didn’t have anything so we just painted his face like a skeleton instead.

For some strange reason the makeup really suited him and I felt an overwhelming desire to touch him in some way, when we all got together for a group photo I pulled him in and held his side. He looked surprised or maybe not, the makeup made it hard to tell, but he didn’t say anything. Towards the end of the night we were dancing cleaning up and he honestly danced like an idiot, all arms and legs, but somehow still endearingly awkward. I asked him to help me carry tables from the Haunted House back to the storage area, which was now dark. I talked about random things, delaying inside the dark room, saying we should leave the table like this or that. Something about his awkwardness made me really want to see his reaction if I suddenly pushed him up against the wall, but I lost my nerve. I was going through some things and I wasn’t 100% confident at the time to take rejection, even though I was sure we had a strange spark from day one.

Fast forward a few weeks, I see him the next day without the facepaint and wonder what the hell I was thinking, he was just an average guy and I had no idea what came over me. I was surprised by my strong urges and felt guilty about them for some time, even the fantasy in my head that I replayed of what would happen if I didn’t lose my nerve. He kept mentioning at times that he was going to cut his hair but I couldn’t imagine him without the awkward shaggy look so I said why bother any time it was brought up.

Well a few days before we end work for Thanksgiving, I go into work and there’s a stranger sitting there, I go to question him but I realize its my coworker with a very short military style haircut and he has straight up Neville Long-bottomed. Actually the likeness is uncanny and I can’t help reaching out to ruffle his hair. More than once. He had a bit of a cold, giving him a deeper, rougher voice. He was still awkward as hell but he looked a lot more masculine and it was really getting me thinking. I found myself keeping eye contact just a little too long.The staff all went out for thanksgiving dinner together a few days later and I sat beside him as well as we all drank and laughed.

He got very tipsy and when I came back from the bathroom I noticed I had accidentally sat on his hand very slightly, no weight was on it, but it was intimate enough to warrant an embarrassed apology on one or both of our parts and a shuffle away. But we both did nothing. I presumed he might have been too drunk to notice. Or since he knew I had a boyfriend he would assume it was an accident or mild flirtation at best. Since we were drinking I got bolder and while talking casually I dropped the edge of my hand on top of his fingers, without so much as looking in his direction. He didn’t move or make any gesture to acknowledge what I’d done and I lifted up my hand to take a drink before placing it back down on top of his. For some reason imagining his awkward confusion of trying to work out what I was doing gave me butterflies in my stomach.

I gave him a big hug at the end of the night, but also hugged everyone too, guessing he’d second guess himself and my intentions. I played it cool in work after that, never acknowledging any flirtation but still going in for random acts of physical contact, unusual but deniable should he outright ask if I was flirting. I found it quite a titillating game, hiding behind the innocence factor of being off limits. We’re a tightknit crew so we all hug and poke each other a lot so I didn’t think it stood out much.

About two months later in February we started all hanging out together to watch movies. On one occasion I found myself sitting wedged in between him and another male coworker on a couch, pressed up against him enough for our forearms to overlap, which was innocent enough given the tight seating. He had one beer so I knew it wasn’t enough to ignore or dismiss any signals I gave. With the movies playing in the dark, I brushed my arm up against his carefully, not touching but close enough to feel his heat and move his arm hair. I found myself wondering how far I could take it before he either reacted and pulled away, or flirted back. I dropped my hand on top of his again and moved a finger maybe once every ten minutes, trying to judge from the way he was talking to others whether he knew what I was doing or was confused by the single stroke ten minute delay to brush it off in his mind.

To my surprise he started a similar pattern, a minuscule finger movement underneath my hand and against my thigh, turning the tables completely. Was he reciprocating or just twitching a muscle every now and then? I grew bolder and hooked my fingers into his, and we sat holding hands, hidden from the others by the raised knee of how I was sitting. I stroked the inside of his hand and he tickled my fingers, the jig was up, he was definitely on to my game. He hadn’t moved away or ratted me out so I knew he was into it. When the movie ended he offered me a beer and I accepted as the others put on the next movie.

I grew bolder still, crossing one of my arms across my chest so that I could stroke the inside of his forearm and ribcage still hidden from view. I expected him to be awkward and timid but he alternated between tracing the outline of my hand and stroking my thigh. He copied my arm crossed trick to stroke my ribcage over my clothes, sending shivers down my body. I forgot the movies, totally into the game of secretly teasing one another without getting caught. I was close enough to hear his breathing which was my only clue to his reception of what we were doing as we never once looked at each other. The way my body was twisted slightly towards his made it possible for him to inch his hand towards my inner thigh, any clue that it was there covered by his long sleeves. At one point I don’t even think he realised it but his hand was close enough that I felt the pressure in my clit and I was getting extremely turned on by the game of it all.

After the movie my coworkers went out to order pizza and we were left alone to pick the next movie, although there was someone in the next room. I contemplated touching him or making a move but I thought it would be more fun if I acted oblivious and continued talking about anything else. He went along with it and gave no hints to any acknowledging of our behavior. I was so delighted that he understood the game, that or he was still too shy to directly call me out. I peered into the laptop to pick a movie, pushing my body close to his, not pressing but subtlety in his personal space, daring him to call me out and grab me. But he didn’t, we picked a movie, coworkers came back and we cuddled up again. This time, he grabbed a blanket and put it over both of our laps. At first I was furious, he was breaking an unspoken rule, it was far too suspicious a move to do in public. I kept my hands above the blanket while he stroked my arm and leg, silently yelling at my coworkers, “totally normal, I’m not doing anything, see my hands are here!”

Eventually it was too good of a scenario to not take advantage and I slipped one hand underneath to his thigh. I know most guys hang to the left so I confidently brought my hand further into the inner right thigh, upwards enough to brush the base but not actually touch. I wanted to torture him a little and gauge his reaction, listening to him swallow and breathe a little deeper as I squeezed his upper thigh. He got carried away circling my arm with his finger, perhaps begging me for more, but I was worried it made the blanket move too much so I had to slap his hand discretely to make him stop. He did and I realized the only way I was going to get my hand from inner thigh to his cock discretely was my drawing my coworkers attention to something behind us. I reached for crisps and they turned to help, at the same time i quickly moved upwards and dropped my hand on his cock. With my hand settled there I started a new game of tracing the outline, trying to gauge the size and shape, which was hard through the jeans but the true size seemed to be hidden by he way he was slouching in the chair.

The hard bulge seemed to be average size and the heat rising through the jeans was intense, I couldn’t be sure if it was the heat or actually dampness at the tip. I knew I had passed the innocence threshold a while back. Accidentally holding hands I could pass off on tipsyness , even though it was just one beer, but I was now touching another man’s dick through his pants and imagining how it would feel pushing into the back of my throat. My jeans felt too warm and tight and I squirmed a little in my seat, I’m sure he could the heat from my crotch from where his hand was on my thigh but he couldn’t grab me the way we were sitting even though my body begged him to. I could feel my nipples harden against my bra as I massaged his cock through his jeans, unable to get a good grip I resorted to applying pressure firmly and the base and gently milking the tip.

I think he looked at me once initially when I placed my hand on his cock but he didn’t look my direction once while I massaged it. I knew it was the last movie of the night so I worked him harder right before the credits, not enough to cum but enough to feel the damp patch grow and hear his shallow breath grow slightly jagged. I withdrew my hand at the credits and we switched on the lights, everyone preparing to go home. I walked over to another chair to get my coat, glancing back at him without making eye contact. The bewildered yet hungry look in his eyes as he talked to the others was sexy as hell, and I could see a subtle damp patch on his jeans, not enough to raise suspicion. I don’t know if he saw me or made the connection but I licked the finger I had rubbed against his precum, tasting him.

We didn’t look at each other. He asked if I wanted to watch another movie just the two of us as the others were leaving. I declined. He offered to walk me home. I declined. It was funny to watch him unable to directly talk about anything ,trying to figure out what had happened or what he’d done wrong. When I got home my panties were soaked and I felt that the chase is much more fun then the conquest, I masturbated furiously, rougher than I had before because I was so hungry for it, biting the pillow to stay quiet as I came. After I texted him a cryptic message asking him to be silent. I thought to myself that he would make a promising toy as long as he followed the rules. He understood and we only texted about banal everyday things, he showed promise indeed. He was still awkward, talked too much, and didn’t really seem like my type, but he seemed to catch on to the rules fast and there was something about watching him squirm which was irresistible. What were the rules? Well I wasn’t going to tell him that, that would break the rule. He’d have to figure it out for himself if he wanted to win the game, it’s more fun that way…

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