It had been a series of long and difficult weeks leading up to the Christmas party. We had both sat through endless meetings and checked and rechecked to ensure that all of the details were accounted for. Finally, the day had come. But that didn't mean our work was done---we still had to meet and greet the arriving employees, check to make sure everything was running smoothly, and troubleshoot the inevitable last-minute problems. Being on the Events Committee was a lot of work!
As the party wound down, We saw each other across the room. My heart skipped a beat---the physical and mental rush from making eye contact was exhilarating! No words were spoken---the looks we gave one another said it all. So many thoughts conveyed in a simple look: pride and relief regarding the successful party, longing and desire regarding each other. Knowing that we could survive the last minutes of the party and the wrap-up, all because of the shot of adrenaline we both got from the other's piercing gaze.
As the party ended, I moved toward her. All of the employees had left the bar. We were alone together, despite the crowded room of strangers quickly filling the establishment. I discerned the sight and sound of her alone, despite the crowded room and deafening noise. We silently drew toward one another, clasped hands, and slowly began walking out of the building. Once on the street, I put my arm around her waist, and Linda leaned in, to be as close as possible to me. We were too tired and drained to speak. We walked until we reached the stairs to the train. We slowly descended the stairs, but once at the bottom, I yanked on her hand and pulled her into me. We quickly wrapped our arms around each other. We gazed at each other, seeing the love and longing we were experiencing reflected in each other's eyes.
I slowly lowered my head toward hers and began to kiss her. She warmly responded, lightly running her tongue over my lips and into my mouth. The kisses grew in passion as our bodies began to meld into one. The silence, and the moment, was pierced by the sound of approaching footsteps on the stairs. We smiled at one another, knowing there was more to come.
As we walked toward the turnstiles, our thoughts centered on the brief embrace we had just shared. Our pace quickened in anticipation of adding to that memory.
Descending the stairs to the most remote area of the platform, we were again alone. In silence, we slowly drew toward one another, again into each other's arms. Our hands roamed over one another's backs, our kisses growing in passion and urgency. The softness of her body, even through her winter clothes, aroused me. My gentle yet insistent touch entranced her. My hands slid below her coat and then back up to her ample butt. I squeezed and rubbed her soft ass, and Linda responded by pressing her body into mine.
