It started almost a year ago on Halloween. We dressed up in costumes for work. He came in with that charming smile and a cute costume. We saw each other briefly and said hello, snapped a few group pictures and went about our day. But I knew I wanted him.
He was married. Fuck, I was married. I argued with myself over the next few weeks. I told myself after the last affair that I was done cheating. I had been faithful for 8yrs. Not a single flirty text or naked pic with the exception of an old high school boyfriend who I see every now and then.
The group picture ended up on social media with the both of us tagged. I kept going back to it. I kept finding reasons to email him. I started to find reasons to be close to him during the day, reasons to text or call to hear his voice. The jokes,, and flirty comments got dirtier. This frustrating foreplay continued for weeks.
Right before I left for an end of the year vacation, we were in an equipment closet alone. It was a carefully planned moment for me. The closet was small, we had to be close. He brushed by me casually and touched my arm. My heartbeat skyrocketed. I searched his face to see if he felt the same electric shock still vibrating up my arm….nothing. He didn’t even look at me. I stood with my arm just touching his while we finished the job aching for him to press against me. I wanted him to kiss me. I thought it so loudly at him…kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, with my heart pounding away…still nothing.
I ran through several scenarios in my head. Was our age difference to much for him? Did I misread the signals? What about all the flirty compliments? Did he say the same things to all the girls? Maybe he was not as into me as I was into him. Maybe he is faithful to his wife. Dejected, I left the closet resolved to stop thinking about Clay. I went on vacation thinking when I saw him again in the new year I would have a better handle on my crush.
The time apart made it worse. I thought about him all the time. I couldn’t wait to see him again. By the time we ran into each other again at work, I had been back several days. He had made no special effort to see me. I was certain he was not imagining me with my clothes off every time we were in a room together. I told myself it was never going to be more.
Then he sat beside me….so close that from hip to knee we were touching. He said nothing out of the ordinary. While my heart raced a million miles a minute, he calmly went about business. My face flushed red while I tried to shut down the images of him on his knees, face buried in my pussy. I wanted him. I wanted him to want me too. The meeting ended with my panties dripping wet, but still nothing real from Clay except that completely innocent touch that felt anything but innocent.
I locked myself in the bathroom, and with my back against the door, slid my hand into my panties. As my finger brushed over my clit, I sighed his name for the first time. First one finger, then two slid inside. Standing on tiptoes, panting quietly, I closed my eyes and let myself want him. I stood there for a moment, watching myself in the mirror, wishing I was fucking his face. I could still hear his voice through the door. I straightened my dress, and left the bathroom dripping wet with no satisfaction but with resolve. I wanted Clay and I would find out if he wanted me too, marriages be damned.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jjmd8g/halloween_a_year_ago_mf