I (M) reacted on my colleagues (F) wrong social media story – Part 3

The cool water felt refreshing on my face. I felt the tension ease. Our corporate offices had one person bathrooms which gave me much needed privacy. I had to think of something else.

The pandemic had the effect that there was a lot of people working from home. There was no mandatory presence at the office. People could choose where they preferred to work from. I preferred the office since it kept work “at work”. When I worked from home, I had a hard time “quitting” for the day. This was also the reason why I had a work phone and personal phone. I dried my face with the disposable paper towels and looked in the mirror.

I looked tired. Maybe I only saw it? My once clear blue eyes seemed to have a tad of grey? Fortunately, my beard and hair still had the same deep hazelnut color and I was happy with the style. I always was a fan of the clean-cut look of the 1950’s. Ivy league haircut with a well-groomed and trimmed beard. My physique had a solid foundation, I worked out regularly before my son. The muscles and frame were there, but I had a minor dad-bod thing going on. “Well, who would want to be or look like a twenty something kid forever, right?” I shook my head, chuckled and threw the paper towel in the trash.

1 hour to the meeting. I hadn’t seen her or heard from her. I exchanged pointless pleasantries with other colleagues and set up my work station. My mind however, whispering, gnawing, demanding my attention “She is here. Where is Linda?”. I worked aimlessly, unable to focus, constantly glancing on my watch. Then, a teams notification – Linda messaged me. I felt my muscles tighten. “Morning Dave! Did you get your jug of coffee ☕️😄. I’m heading to the conference room to set things up. I just got the confirmation that Mike and Kelly will also join us😊. C U in a bit!”. A professional message, nothing alluding… This was good?… but I felt disappointed? Why? What had happened to me? It was like was possessed by an insatiable hunger? Fuck – I have to reply something. “Haha you know it! Can’t function these days without a bucket of coffe 🪣. Alright, I’ll be over in a bit ✌️”. I got my things, felt a guttural pulse and excitement. I thought about doing a quick release, but no – I had to get there. Now. But I have to brace myself. I can’t come in with bulge and flag hoisted. I headed to the conference room and since it was at the other end of the building I managed to calm myself by breathing deeply.

The conference room was at the far end of the building, in the south corner. It was a room suited for 6 people with the purpose of accommodating internal meetings and workshops. There was a booking calendar which displayed that the room was reserved and the walls were those dimmed/foggy glass walls. You couldn’t see in or distinguish anything – just that the lights were on. I opened the door and there she was.

She was dressed in all black. Chukka boots, pantyhose, a skirt, a blouse of some kind and a stylish leather jacket. Her light brown hair in a tight ponytail. Business casual, yet elegantly put together. It all accentuated her figure and she shot me a radiant smile. “Hi Dave! Great to see you!”. “Mornin’ Linda, yeah you too! So why are we having this meeting and so early, haha?”. I didn’t give a shit about the meeting. I sat down, across to her. I felt saliva forming in my mouth. She went on and explained something about a development in a project which Mike and Kelly knew more about. I was unable to focus on what she said. Wasn’t she or I going to address the elephant in the room?.. I knew it – she was just playing around. I was acting like a fool. I heard that Mike and Kelly were just about to enter the room. Just before they entered Linda quickly leaned over and whispered almost in a coarse voice “So did you get off last night?” She bit her lip, winked at me and stood up.

“Kelly, Mike! We were wondering if you were going to show up!”

End of part 3

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yf1q1t/i_m_reacted_on_my_colleagues_f_wrong_social_media