We were at work where there isn’t much room to move around. A space 10 ft by 8 ft and full of shelves and a counter so we’re constantly bumping into each other and constantly apologizing. He’d asked me about a document I left laying on the counter space by mistake. I apologized and said I’d take care of it, to which he assured me he didn’t mean to come off crass and he’d take care of it himself. “you’re the gentlest man I’ve ever met” I told him jokingly. “oh yeah?” He moved toward me and placed his hand on my cheek, “let me show you just how gentle I can be.”
He moved his hand down my face then my neck, all the way down my back to the hem of my shirt. He pulled it up lightly, as if asking for permission. I raised my arms and he pulled it off slowly, never breaking eye contact. Once it was off he took a moment to look at my body before asking “is this okay?” I nodded. He moved his hand back to my cupping my cheek and used his thumb to lightly stroke my face. He kissed me softly and moved his hands to undo the fastens of my bra. I felt dirty. He was twice my age and we were at work, but I’d never been treated so gently before.