It started with a brush at the bar.
The club was crowded and hot, with loud music and people in different stages of inebriation. We had arrived just after dinner at about 10pm. We both traveled for work and were assigned to the same project. Over the previous few months we became friends and an even better team.
I had grown to trust her and her abilities, and enjoyed working on the project together. Our team had six different people, and our work was starting to make significant contributions.
Nearly every night had the same ending, we would go to some place for dinner, find a bar, have a drink or two, then back to our hotels and repeat. I had a slightly different arrangement with the company and had an apartment appropriated to me which made travel easier. It was a nice 2 bedroom place in a quiet complex close to everything.
Back to the brush at the bar, and a little background about me. I am mostly an inexperienced guy who didn't date many women, nor did I go out a lot. I really never was part of a dating scene or the awkward situations. It was actually nice because I found myself not having to be unauthentic. So when she brushed up against my hand I thought it had to be a mistake. Her crotch was directly over the knuckles of my hand and she sort of had to stretch towards the bar to retrieve her drink which put more direct pressure on my hand.
She was wearing a black, silk skirt so it was pretty easy for me to feel her mound on my hand. She did swivel her hips a bit and that caused a bit of grinding, and while I wanted it to be more, I knew it was a mistake. It had to be. She didn't look at me, and she most certainly didn't object or seem embarrassed. She actually turned around, handed me a drink she ordered for me, and turned to talk with our group at the table.
We settled in at the table and talked more about our lives outside of work and laughed because we were the old crowd at a young bar. The woman who had just used my hand as a prop to help her grab drinks made the comment that it sucks to be in the dating world because of all the innuendo and posturing. She said she was happy to not have those issues now that she was married. She occasionally made eye contact with me but nothing more than normal.
The night continued and eventually, she was directly to my right side and the bar was at capacity. We had more that our share of drinks and I had my right hand on my knee. As the crowd thickened, she was again positioned with her mound just slightly touching the top of my hand. When the crowds would push her, she would smash her crotch against my hand. Eventually, she broke her innocence and I caught her gaze just as she pushed harder. She smiled, and I was buzzed, so I got the nerve to move my pinky against her mound. The second I moved she responded by leaning in more. It was incredibly loud, and very crowded, so it was impossible for anyone to see what was happening. It just seemed like we were close.
She has Nordic features, beautiful blue eyes, a svelte body and a beautiful rack. She had a wicked sense of humor and was incredibly intelligent. Mostly, she made me laugh when I was deep in thought or melancholy. I had made it my normal behavior to not think about her in any manner other than a coworker, and yes it was difficult, but we had made a really fun friendship and work relationship that didn't have any overtures...until the brush.
I eventually was able to turn my hand over so instead of my knuckles I could use my fingers and the palm of my hand to rub her mound. She would occasionally lean into my head to "hear" what I was saying, and it looked innocent enough, and she would talk directly into my ear after I said something. She said "truth or dare?"