Flirty coworker and I had a lunch date (a new installment to a previous story) [FM]

Here’s the link to my last story:

When the flirting with my coworker crossed the line from "innocent" to "unbearable" [MF] from gonewildstories

It’s been a month since he and I arranged to meet at my house and fulfill the pent up frustration of weeks of workplace flirting. We successfully navigated the return to the workplace with our new knowledge of one another and picked up just where we left off with intermittent flirting. The only difference now is I would catch sidelong glances or quick winks when one of us said something that rang true of our secret encounter.

Over the last week, my desire for him became increasingly difficult to tolerate. He spent some time one day during a break explaining foreign policy issues to me–something about which I am completely ignorant–and I can’t tell you how much it turned me on to hear him speaking with such knowledge and authority. Totally appealed to my long-held love for intelligence and authority. After his impromptu lecture I told him as much, in a low voice so as to not be overheard–”Maybe you should come over one day and teach me more,” I said. He grinned. The subject was broached.

When the flirting with my coworker crossed the line from “innocent” to “unbearable” [MF]

[me 33f, him 44m… there’s a bunch of lead-up and context but skip to *** if you’re bored]

I love my workplace. I work with a bunch of retired military men, and so no one is particularly surprised or offended by off-color humor. Plus we have the world’s most incompetent HR person ever, so there’s no real fear of reprimand. It makes for fun breaks around the water cooler, as you’d imagine, though of course people do remember it’s an office and not a brothel so for the most part conversation stays pretty work-appropriate. I began working with one particular coworker more closely over the past month or so. I made a brief allusion to using teeth during a blowjob to my other female coworker as he was walking out of the room and he paused, looked back at me, and said “you… I think we’ll get along.”