Teasing my[F] coworker [M]

I started a new job last year, and almost immediately took an attraction to one of my coworkers, Chase. He’s tall with brown hair, light stubble, and a quiet demeanor that my resilient self was determined to break down. Fairly quickly on I realized that Chase kept to himself at work but would engage in friendly conversation if prompted. Wanting all the more of him, I prompted him often in light banter and hypothetical situations, weekend recaps and general camaraderie. Throughout the course of my first few weeks we grew pretty close in terms of a working relationship, but I was dying for more flirtatious contact. I’m sure some gossipy coworkers thought more was going on between us at the time, but I really liked the innocence our daily conversations held while I secretly lusted for more from him.

A few months into working, my role took on more responsibility and in part, it required training and shadowing Chase in his department. At this point we were pretty established as work-spouses so to speak, but we hadn’t so much as hung out outside of work or pushed for a more personal connection. I knew he had a girlfriend, but he didn’t talk about her much and I never pushed to ask him about her. Even still, I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity for close contact without crossing too much of line in a professional setting. Cue a range of pencil skirts to hug my ass and hips, and blouses that would cover my cleavage but could be manipulated if I were to say, bend over Chase’s desk and ask him for clarification on his notes. I dressed pretty well at work to begin with so these weren’t drastic changes, but worn far more frequently. While Chase never commented on my appearance, I often felt his eyes on me as I walked by his desk throughout the days, and every so often I’d meet his gaze and shoot him a smile, brazen and willing and challenging him in my own way.

We grew more comfortable with each other but Chase maintained ever the level of professionalism in our communication. We would be in contact throughout most of the work day, but it would be a stretch to consider it anything but innocuous. I think there was still a level of respect for each other and our jobs, but occasionally his hand would brush over mine when handing me files, or he’d place a hand on my arm or waist lightly while walking past me out of a room. On a particularly rough work day I’d sought him out for a commiserative hug. We were becoming more relaxed around each other but also refused to address or acknowledge it, and at the end of most days I would end up in my bed, legs spread and playing with my pussy to the fantasies of finally letting loose on each other.

One particular day, we were leaving work at the same time and I followed him into the elevator. We work on the 25th floor, so at 5 pm were we inevitably going to be packed like sardines as people piled in to get home. Chase was in the back corner and I had started off standing a foot or two in front of him, but was pushed further and further back as different office drones tried to escape for the day. The elevator was mostly full and I was only a few inches in front of Chase. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck and it was making me crazy horny. I tried to keep my breath steady while wondering if he was close enough to smell the hair products I’d used that morning.

We stopped on another floor and more people entered the elevator, at which point I wanted to glare at them for the clear overcrowding of the tiny mechanical box, but was also pretty grateful for these selfish assholes that I was able to enjoy a few moments of intoxication with Chase only inches away from me.

As old elevators are wont to do, the ones in our building would occasionally “hiccup.” While I haven’t actually gotten stuck in one yet, they can make a person feel uncomfortable in a creative amount of ways. As the doors closed on the 16th floor, the elevator hiccuped, resulting in a weird jolt amongst the dozen or so people inside. Fucking panic. Panic with strangers and suspended? Even better. I digress.

In the moments of the lurch, my instinct was to grab for Chase behind me. The hiccup had pushed the force of the group backwards, so while there was some 40’s-something office secretary annoyingly pushed into me, I was pushed back into him. My right arm had reached behind me to steady myself on him, grabbing the side of his thigh. He’d tried to steady himself by placing his left hand on my hip. And all too quickly I realized just how pressed against each other we were, my tightly dressed ass felt the hardness of his dick through the few layers of clothing between us. Not sure how to react, I did so out of desire and lightly squeezed his thigh, moving slightly further into him and wiggling my ass against him ever so gently and teasingly before just barely pulling away from him as the elevator regrouped. He kept his hand on my hip and lightly squeezed back.

We didn’t know anyone else on the elevator so I wasn’t afraid of someone seeing the physical walls we were breaking down. We held onto each other the remainder of the all-too-short ride down and for one more chance, I moved back against him enough to let me brush my ass against his hardness again. I felt his hand squeeze my hip again before we broke apart once we’d reached the ground floor. The horde of people was exiting the elevator and finally we were able to make eye contact, In spite of my boldness, I knew I was blushing. We walked out together and as we made our way to the parking garage, Chase asked if I wanted to smoke. I didn’t know if he meant weed or cigarettes, but I was on board either way.

We smoked a bowl in his car, avoiding addressing anything that happened in the elevator past “that was crazy” and still getting on like the friends we were upstairs. After the bowl, in a few brief moments of heady awkwardness, he leaned over and kissed me. We made out in his car for some amount of time, my fingers massaging over the tent in his pants and only wanting more of it. I ended up blowing him in his car and swallowing the first of many loads his body would produce for me.

The girlfriend didn’t last much longer after that, and there may have been a questionably short amount of time between his breakup and how soon after he was inside me that day, but we held off on fucking until he was single. We were pretty good fuck buddies for a few months but he ended up transferring to another site and we dwindled down a bit. But the start of this fwb in the office building elevator is one of my hottest teasing memories and one that keeps me up and wet at night.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a20sfw/teasing_myf_coworker_m