Helping out a “Frustrated” Coworker

My married coworker has been opening up to me recently about how sexually frustrated he is. He and his wife have been going through one of their many dry spells and it’s really getting to him. Ever since he stated telling me this, I find myself flirting with him more and more.

At first it was maybe touching him slightly when he said something funny or tucking my hair behind my ear nervously when he caught me looking at him. Over the past few days, I’ve progressed to finding excuses to brush up against him any chance I get and making eye contact while doing so when possible. Then came the flirty banter and playful texts. Yesterday, when I leaned past him in the workroom to grab him coffee cup, his hand slid down the back of my dress, down my ass and squeezed ever so gently. I leaned into it, grinning before walking out of the room and going to my desk.

10 minutes later, my phone buzzes. *”Am
I crazy, or are you not wearing any underwear?”* I look up to see him staring at me, eyebrow cocked questioning. I grin and scoot my chair to the side where he can watch me as I pull the side of my dress up, fully exposing my bare hip to show him that I had indeed forgone underwear for the day.

Around that time, the weather was starting to get sketchy (snow in the south). A few of us with the more questioning you reliable cars started to panic about making it home on the roads. My coworker came to the rescue and offered to drive the 3 of us home after we got off in his 4 wheel drive. Relieved to have a safe ride and excited to have a new opportunity for mischief, I gave him a big hug and joked with the others about how he was our “White Knight.” A little while later my phone gets another text from him *”If you keep hugging me like that, I’m gonna have a hard time keeping my hands off of you. I already can’t stop thinking about taking your bra off so the top matches the missing underwear.”*

That was all the persuasion I needed to stand up and take the long way past his desk on the way to the bathroom, grinning. 5 minutes later, I’m walking back by his desk, bending over and shoving my bra that I had taken off into his bag sitting on the floor next to him. I went back to my desk and sent him *”Maybe if you drop me off last, you can return that to me.”*

Let’s just say, the drive after work was slow and torturous …. but well worth the wait ?

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kvlz6u/helping_out_a_frustrated_coworker