This is a true story and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since it happened a few weeks ago. Should I share the other parts of the story too? ☺️
There’s this guy I’ve worked with for a few years now and have always found him attractive. He’s a smooth talker and compliments me a lot, but as he flirts with me, he also flirts with the line he often crosses. What he doesn’t know is that I’m a slut and secretly love all of his smooth, rude and crude remarks.
We were at a work event a while ago where he got drunk and locked eyes on me for the night. As he and I talked I felt him creeping closer towards my body, eliminating any personal space I once had. We were technically still working so I took a few steps back hoping he wouldn’t notice. He did, but is smart and smooth enough to know that wasn’t the place to chase me. Instead, he took that opportunity to look me up and down and down and undress me with his eyes. I was wearing skin tight jeans that gave me a bit of a camel toe and a women’s polo that wrapped around my breasts like a Christmas present. In that moment I felt so exposed and vulnerable but also felt my pussy get wet.
As we were talking and he was staring at my body, I decided to give him an innocent little tease. I put my hands on my hips and arched my back to stretch, which noticeable pushed my large breasts out towards him and lifted up my shirt enough, then let out a soft moan as I pretended the stretch felt amazing. I gave him a little smirk as I finished and readjusted my shirt. His eyes didn’t leave me for one second and right as he was about to say something a group of people came over to our cocktail table. The new people made a spot for themselves at the table, which pushed us closer together and my backside ended up only inches from his front. I could feel his strong, dominating presence behind me and began to sweat a little as my thoughts ran wild.
We were in that position for a while and as switched standing positions, I’d rub against his muscular body. At one point I accidentally leaned out too far and I immediately felt his hand on my hip, redirecting my body back to the appropriate position… fuck maybe I was a little drunk too. With his hand still on my hip he leaned down and whispered into my ear, “careful baby girl.” His soft, deep words mixed his gentle yet masculine touch sent chills down my spine and made me hyper aware of the puddle of grool forming in my panties.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/uviz3j/sexual_tension_at_a_work_event