5/30/20
F-
It was surprisingly good to see you today. I’d grown accustomed to our morning routine- you used to pop in and say hello before most of our coworkers arrived, and I liked seeing you as often as I could. Of course I didn’t have your number, and I didn’t want to send a work email, but I hope you know I thought of you during quarantine.
Seeing you today made me remember why I enjoyed our morning encounters so much. Everyone else was casual, but your dress blues were handsome and had impressively straight lines- your former CO should be proud. It was a sight enough to make me want to watch you take it off.
I like to imagine you in a plain white t-shirt with those rippling arms visible. I’ve thought about you finding me alone on a stressful day and coming behind my desk to comfort me. What starts as a gentle gesture of good will- your innocent hand on my shoulder- turns into an electric connection that neither of us wants to break. So you rub my back and tell me to buck up, then start a gentle massage. You move behind my chair, but you hesitate to move too close at this point. When I relax and lean back into your waist, you know instinctively what I need.
I imagine that at this point that you put a hand under my chin, turn my face towards you, and lean almost all the way in for a kiss.. but you pause and wait for me to fall into your lips. Despite my better judgement, I’m helpless to move away.
I barely have time to melt and enjoy the taste of you before you pull me to my feet and your hands find their way under my dress. You push me against my desk, lift me to the edge, then kneel between my open legs. As a First Sergeant, I expected you to be more dominant, but the hungry look in your eyes tells me I need only be patient…
-C
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gtny4b/letter_from_me_f_to_my_coworker_m_former_usmc