Not too long ago I (24) connected with a man named Kevin (mid-20s I think?) who works Downtown only two buildings away from mine. We flirted over text almost every day, realizing that we shared a lot of sexual likes and dislikes. We casually discussed our kinks and fantasies while sitting in cubicles only 800 feet apart.
We described in great detail what we wanted to do to each other. I knew he repeatedly got hard, sitting at his desk, wearing his suit, trying to concentrate on software development or something. And I certainly got wet each time I sexted from my swivel chair. It was pretty hot.
We kept wanting to meet, maybe for coffee before work, maybe during a lunch break, etc. But I chickened out each time we got close to a solidified plan. Do I love casual sex? Yes. Do I have social anxiety? Also yes.
After about a month of continuing this charade, he texted me at 10:30 on a Thursday morning asking if we could meet during our lunch breaks. This was probably the ninth time he had asked. I was truly surprised he hadn’t just given up on me yet. I don’t know what was different about that day, or that moment, but I said yes. Actually, I surprised myself and went beyond that: