There’s a cute guy at work. At our all-hands meetings, I zone out. I gaze across the conference room at his face as he studies the slide deck like a good employee. But I’m in another world.
(Yes, I’m pulling him into the storage closet by his tie. He is as fixated on me as I him. As the door shuts behind us, I draw him in quickly and unexpectedly by the silk material bunched tightly in my fist. It surprises him but he submits nonetheless.
I take a moment to study his face. His hazel eyes are glued to me. He’s unsure what I’ll do next. I softly touch his face and lips. He relaxes into my hand. I kiss him. He kisses me. Then I am hit with understanding, we’re alone finally. My kisses increase in speed. My hands deftly maneuver to open his dress shirt. He pulls away and watches me incredulously as I undress him. I run my hands through his chest hair. “Goddamn” I say, noticing the bulge staring at me in his khakis. I drop to my knees and run a hand over the material. He twitches and was that a whimper? “I bet that must be uncomfortable,” I say knowingly. He bites his lip and silently nods.