Memories are interesting things. It is often the smallest thing that grabs my attention and brings me back. This time, it was pulling a skirt out of my closet. I recently had a baby, and am enjoying being able to wear clothes that I haven't in almost a year. I was getting dressed for work, and grabbed my black a-line skirt off a hanger. It hit me almost immediately the last time I wore this skirt. The last day working at my last job. The job itself doesn't hold that many great memories, but, that last day, that last afternoon sure as hell does. I'm not exactly sure why after working together for years, the last two weeks that I was employed there pushed forward flirtations that had been going on for years. Maybe he has an answer, I don't. I had worked for him as a secretary of sorts for years. Taking care of him wasn't my only responsibility, but, it was by far my favorite. I liked that he relied on me, and that he appreciated me.
Like I said, we'd flirted for years. We are both married, so I had long ago chalked the flirtations up to a stress relief at the office, and never really thought anything would ever come of them. Something about me putting in my 2 week notice changed that. Almost immediately, we found excuses to touch, just a minute here or there, because it would have been definitely frowned upon by our boss, and, like I said, we both had spouses at home that didn't need to know.
I can't tell you his side of the story, as I've never really asked. But I was attracted to him almost from the first time I met him. He's 15 years my senior, and according to him, he'd started going grey in high school. Now a few years past 40, he has a presence that had my heart beating faster every time he looked at me with heat in his eyes. He's nearly a foot taller than I am, I'm not sure why, but that always made me feel safe. I could go on and on about times that I'm sure he didn't even realize it, but he'd made my pulse quicken, my breath catch, and made me wet, but that's not this story.
That last day, it almost seemed anti-climactic – you'd have never known it was my last day from the way everyone around the office was behaving. It is a small office, and I know some were glad to see me go, and others just glad for the entertainment that my leaving brought. Our boss left early that day, with barely a "Good-bye". That was ok with me. I wouldn't miss our boss or the rest of the office, just him. That day, the entire office staff was gone by 4, save for the two of us. I will admit to being shy, never the instigator, fearful of rejection I suppose, but after the last car pulled from the drive, I walked into his office, closed his blinds, and kissed him. I can't begin to tell you how energized I was, just from a kiss. He suggested we move to my old office, as it was a little less in the main flow of traffic, just in case someone decided to come back in the office.
He accused me that day of wearing skirts so often for easy access. He was right. I loved that it was so easy for him to touch me. And he did, touch me. I will again admit to some naiveté, even after being married for 8 years, and I was more than happy to be led and controlled by someone who definitely knew what he was doing. Just being held by him brought my body alive in ways I'm not sure it ever had been. I was scared at that point of disappointing him. We'd touched, kissed, played a little here and there before, but, I knew without a doubt, I wanted him to fuck me before I left that day.
