(Author's note: This tale is not of fiction, but a recollection of a recent encounter between myself and a colleague. It was a special event and I thought that I would share with any who read it. I would appreciate any comments or feedback. Enjoy the story.)
I work in sales for a large company in the West. Our office consists of several men and women intermingling and interacting with one another. Some of the women of somewhat attractive, judging by certain features that catch my eye: like breasts, legs, ass, face, eyes (in no particular order). In any office like ours, there is always a little flirting, suggestive comments (yes, even in the age of sexual harassment), and general playfulness among the colleagues. I tend to be a little more up front and bold about it, but I do it in a more complimentary display that would be appreciated, not creep them out. We have a nice rapport in the office, and there's nothing wrong if it gets a little spicy from time to time, just to break up the tension.
There is one woman that really stands out to me. She is beautiful. She is older than me, but has a body of a woman ten years younger than me. Age becomes a non-factor in my desire for her, just as well as the fact that we work together, for which some would see as taboo. She has a beautiful, caring face; warm, loving eyes; and an extremely sexy body. It is always difficult for me to pass by her desk and not say hi, or for me to put my hand on her shoulder and see how her day is going. She usually accepts my attention by giving my hand a soft stroke or by pressing it against her cheek. Thoughts have always crossed my mind as to what the future would hold if the sexual vibe that exists between us becomes acted upon.
As the days have gone by, I have felt that my intentions may be a mutual idea. She would come over to my desk, telling me how handsome I look and how much she likes my eyes. I would and still do look forward to seeing her in the morning, to see her smile at me and give me that "look" that shows me that she is also happy to see me. As my own mind would wander, so would my imagination and fantasies. There were many of days that I would start the day in the shower, thinking about her, thinking about how sexy she is. Then my thoughts would wander by thinking about what I would like to do to her, how I would touch her, how I would kiss her, how would I make love to her.
I would start out my fantasy vision by feeling her body against mine, her sultriness pressed against me. Her eyes closed as she feels my hands wander all over her body. Naturally, as I am in a full mindset of desire, my hand slides down to my ever increasing erection, and begin to stroke it. The whole event imbedded in my imagination is driving the pumping and stroking of my ever growing hard cock. My hand slides up and down my shaft as I think of touching and caressing my fantasy lover. My constant desire for my colleague controls the actions of my hand on my cock. I think about reaching around from behind her, holding her, caressing her, kissing her neck, making her hot, making her want me, because that is my fantasy. I know my orgasm is approaching, so I think about sliding my hard, thick, cock deep inside her, pounding her deeper, as I shoot my cum, pumping it out hard on to the rushing water, cleaning my mess as I make it. I slump from my self-workout, fully engaged in the possibilities that someday I will make love to her.
Throughout the following weeks, the closeness between us, had increased. Once what was purely innocent banter and playful touching, had changed for the better. The banter and playful touching became up close whispers and kissing. She would come to my desk, look into my eyes, and then lower her lips to mine in a short, but knowing kiss. Soft, very nice pecks on the lips, followed by that "look" that says, "Someday." We became more emboldened as our stolen smooches came more often through the day. Then, the kisses had a little extra to them, as our tongues would slide together in a very sexy kiss. I thoroughly enjoy her attentions, why wouldn't I? She is absolutely adorable and now that she's getting me worked up, I'm going to have to have her.
So as time went on, we would look for opportunities to be together. We would go out to lunch together, which usually ended up in a hot and spicy make-out session for dessert. I was rather cautious with my wandering hands to her body, for I did not want to disrupt such beautiful moments by the possibility of an unwanted gesture. As difficult as it was to resist my temptations, I wanted that moment to be right, to a place where the passion will guide us to our special desires, and when our sharing will be at the most opportune time.