A couple of years ago I made the move to a new job. My old company was small and predominantly female. I was friends with everyone and would text and hang out with most of them after I left. A few months past and most of those relationships tapered off—except one.
She’d only been there a short time before I left, but for some reason we kept in touch. She was gorgeous. We’d argued before whether she looked more like Miley Cyrus or Megan Fox. Now, obviously she was, at most, 70% of Megan, but there was a definite resemblance. It was the eyes.
She sat right outside my office. I’d just stare at her as she walked back and forth to her desk. Tight pants showing her perfect little butt. She was also sneaky stacked—I’d say a full C. Just someone I wanted to get my hands on and explore. It wasn’t long until I got my chance.
The texting took a while to become inappropriate, but once we started, the floodgates opened. She would have me hard the entire workday. Telling me how she used to fantasize about riding me in my office chair and me bending her over my desk. It drove me crazy. I’d have to work from the basement to hide the bulge in my pants.