I think a lot of flirting goes on in office environments but most of it is fairly harmless. I've seen, and been part of, a lot of it so I never really take it seriously, which is probably why it totally took me by surprise one time when it went a little bit further than just flirting.
One of our receptionists, Shara, was a tall sexy redhead. She wasn't gorgeous, she had a pretty face and a nice figure but there was just something about her. I couldn't put my finger on exactly what it was, she just had this kind of raw sex appeal. I imagined her being wild in bed, she had this kind of classy, put together, almost upper class look, but at the same time, she seemed kind of mischievous.
We flirted, like so many others and I loved the fact that she wore short dresses and heels all year round. She had an amazing pert little arse that her dresses hung from in an unbelievably sexy way. Lately our flirting had somehow moved up a level, it was still office appropriate but we'd started making a bit of physical contact. It was harmless enough, she would sometimes nudge or poke me, if I made a joke at her expense she would kind of 'play hit' me. We also got a bit more suggestive with our comments but I thought maybe we were just getting more comfortable with each other.
One Thursday I needed a new note pad so I grabbed the stationery cupboard key from behind reception, like I usually do when no one is there. The stationery cupboard is a narrow room about 12 feet long so I was walking up and down looking for the note pads when I heard the door shut. As I looked up, there was Shara, stood with her back to the door, slowly turning the key in the inside of the lock.
"Hey?" I said questioningly.
"Alright sexy?" She asked, as she often did.
"I'm fine, you alright, trouble?" I replied. She didn't answer me, she just smiled and slowly ran a finger up her right thigh, reaching the hem of her skirt and pulling it up slightly on one side her body. She swayed her hips just a little as her dress rose to reveal lace stocking tops and bare, pale skin. Damn, I had assumed she was wearing tights but these were shear black hold ups! Shit she looked hot, high heels, short stripy dress and long bright red hair hanging down past her shoulders, with a sexy naughty smile spreading across her face.
"What are you doing hiding away in here?" she asked moving slowly away from the door towards me.
"I could ask you the same thing, you're the one who just locked us in," I replied, still not sure what kind of game this was.
As she approached me and drew in close, she reached out and grabbed one of my hands, probably just seeing if she can rattle me, I thought. As she took my hand and slid it gently up her thigh, she cocked her head to one side and whispered "well... I was looking for my knickers, I seem to have lost them".
Fuck me, this wasn't a game. All I could feel as my hand rose up her thigh, was skin. I confidently stepped closer to her, bringing my face to within an inch of hers and reached my hand around to grasp a firm, bare cheek of her arse. She gasped and I felt her hot breath on my face.
"Lost them have you? I said playfully. "I think you know exactly where they are you naughty little slut". As soon as those words left my mouth I regretted it, wondering if I had gone too far and killed the mood, I held my breath, waiting to see how she would respond. After what felt like hours, she moved her head back just enough to look me in the eye, grabbed my belt forcefully in one hand, tugging at my trousers and asked "ever fucked a redhead?"