We had been working together for more than a year, but tonight was different. I could feel the sexual undercurrent running tight between us.
We were at an office party, celebrating the success of our latest merger. She was having her first drink when we made eye contact. She was wearing a soft satin top and tight black slacks that fully complimented her voluptuous body. She smiled and so did I. I walked over to say hi and she hugged me. She was in a rare mood tonight.
The softness of her body pressed against me and i could only fantasize about the meaty treasure she’d been hiding beneath those clothes. She had mentioned a boyfriend, a committed relationship. Lucky bastard. A pleasant smell filled my nostrils. Was it her perfume or her skin, I’d find out that night. We spoke about work, books and life in general and the conversations went deeper and deeper with each drink.