The change from being co-workers to lovers happened quite suddenly. I had been harbouring lustful thoughts and desires since the first day we met. She was a couple of years younger than me, with an attractive face and an even more attractive body. Her breasts were well developed but not too large, she was slim, with a nice bum, and shapely legs.
She didn't flaunt herself: she usually wore jeans with a tee shirt and jumper. Unless it was warm, then a sleeveless v-neck top allowed me to see that her breasts would give a man a lot of pleasure should he be allowed to see her naked. I had, of course, built a mental image of her nakedness and I often masturbated whilst picturing us making love. Alas, only in my dreams!
We got on very well. She was always friendly and smiling, we would talk and joke, but the subject never strayed onto a sexual theme. I occasionally thought that a look or a smile that she gave me was hiding a more amorous meaning, but I am hopeless at reading situations like that.
The day it all changed was when we were alone in the office, our desks arranged side by side. I was working on the computer and she was typing and filing. She had been to the filing cabinet, and on her way back she stopped behind me and looked at my screen. She placed her hands on my shoulders and moved her head next to mine. Her hair was touching my ear and cheek and I could feel her warmth and smell her subtle perfume.
"What are you working on today?" she asked, still looking at the screen.
"Oh, just checking those stocktaking figures for the month end." I answered.
As I spoke, my head turned automatically to her. In that split second, and without any thought of the consequences, I kissed her cheek, gently and long enough to show her that I meant to do it. As I moved away she turned her head to me and our lips were nearly touching, and our eyes met. There was no rejection, and our lips joined in a soft and warm kiss. The breath from our noses caressed against each others cheeks. She responded with a passion, and my hands went to her head and held her. Our lips and tongues began a wet and probing exploration of each other as we exchanged that first kiss, as if we had been held back and were now free to express our affection.
Without breaking lip contact, I stood up and we moved together, now facing with our arms embracing each other, my hands freely exploring her back and bottom. Our kissing and fondling became more intense, our hips pushing against each other in that unmistakable sexual movement. Each physical thrust let me feel her mound pressed against my now strengthening erection as we lustfully ground against each other.
Still holding her to me with one hand on her lower back, my other hand moved to her front and found those two objects of my sexual desires, held in by the softness of her bra and tee shirt. I felt her nipples clearly pushing outwards as we hungrily tasted each other. Within the last two minutes my dreams had come true, I was actually caressing this beautiful woman's breasts...
Suddenly, she pulled herself away. She grasped my upper arms, looking into my eyes.
"This is wrong, we shouldn't be doing this. I... " she said, breathlessly.
I quickly put a finger on her lips, maintaining our eye contact.
"Maybe we shouldn't be doing this, " I said, "but it's not wrong. I've wanted to do that for a long time now, and I think you did too. Do you want me to stop and go away?"
"No, I don't want you to go," she replied, "but I'm all confused now. I don't think I was ready for that."
I smiled, still looking into her eyes.
