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.