Another story from the early days of Sarah, part 1 of our rules.
We had been working together for about a month now, and were getting to know each other as close friends.
An undeniable sexual tension was building quickly between us. Late night talks at the office turned to out pas relationships, sexual experiences and preferences.
Another night of catching up on after-hours work and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. A low-cut red top with tight jeans that complemented her figure was just too much.
I made excuses to keep leaving our little office where I had to pass close by the back of her chair out the door. Her perfume smelled amazing and added to the dizzying feeling of need that was building in me.
Doing anything with her would be so wrong, but it was clear we wanted each other.
“So listen, I think we should address the issue.” I made an attempt to bring the topic up as we were packing up. “It’s clear there’s some serious tension here between us, so I think we should set up some rules for ourselves to make sure it doesn’t get out of hand.”
She immediately agreed.
“I propose we make a no-touching rule. Absolutely no physical contact.” I was starting to pace up and down nervously to relieve the tension in my body.
She seemed disappointed.
“Oh, aren’t you happy with that arrangement?” I asked.
“It just seems a little too safe and boring you know?”
My intensions were anything but safe and boring.
I stepped up directly in front of her, her back was against the wall. She looked startled and looked up to me as I put my hands on either side of her against the wall, blocking her escapes with my body.
“Remember, no touching.” I said softly and moved in for a kiss.
Her lips reached out to me, but I stopped less than and inch away from her lips. I could feel her breath softly tickling my lips.
I leaned in even closer, replacing my hands with elbows on the wall. Our bodies were so close that we could feel the heat from each other without touching at all.
I licked my lips and moved my head even closer, our lips hovering millimetres from each other. She suddenly moved in for a kiss, but I pulled away just in time. A look of confusion crossed her face.
“No touching.” I whispered into her ear.
I moved slightly down and into her neck, allowing my heavy breathing to softly caress her soft skin. A deep red flush was building in her neck and chest.
I moved up again and our eyes met in a deep stare. I moved in for a kiss again, her breath was absolutely ragged.
“Kiss me.” she whispered, but I pulled away again.
“We can’t very well break our no-touching rule a few minutes after we made it.” I joked with her. “This is just a demonstration that no-touching doesn’t have to be boring.”
I winked at her and pulled away completely to finish packing up. I walked very awkwardly, being so close made me rock-hard. I tried to hide it but her giggle let me know that she knew exactly what was going on.
Our rule did not last very long after this, as we adjusted, reviewed, readjusted and finally broke all the rules in the coming weeks and months, but that’s another story.
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