This is a fantasy that was shared with me by a friend from the woman's view and then I wrote the following one from the man's. She then suggested that this would be even better if I combined the two. So here are the two fantasies combined; one from Jes and the other from me. Hope you enjoy it.
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We work together every day. Side by side, sharing in friendly banter and under the table comments about customers in our bad graces. Everyday seems so similar, yet something has changed. I have let my fantasies about you run wild to long. Maybe it is me that has changed. This unfulfilled desire beginning to bleed through, letting itself been seen.
You're not really my type, and you are committed to your wife, with a little one on the way. But what if I'm not imagining it, and your simple gestures mean more. The look that we hold just a little to long, they way I catch you watching me sometimes, or how you have been asking for my help more and more. I shouldn't but I might be wearing the necklace you said you liked more often, maybe a little more perfume and makeup too. I want to ask you so bad, just something innocent to see if you will respond, a touch here or a bump there.
Just the other day I found myself over filled with lust for you, stealing away to the backroom I cannot wait any longer. As I lean against the wall my panties down to my knees, soft moans as I caress my sex and urgently try to find my release. The waves start to wash over me, and your name escapes my lips but only for a moment. Then back to the game.
Day after day we repeat this dance, and I never knowing the song that we waltz too.
I don't know if it was friendship, or a deep need to be around you that convinced me to invite you to the party. Of course she came as well. She is lovely... I know why you are so devoted. My husband acted the perfect host to you both, showing you around and introducing everyone. But it wasn't long before you found your way near me, and we both indulged in the spirit of the evening, maybe too much. The entertainment of the evening was just beginning to pick up. Of course this is your first time at a sex toy bingo party, and the first time you have experienced me as the sex toy goddess, and not the bank teller you see everyday.
While our mates were off in the other room deeply engaged in some trade secrets of jewelry crafters, you ask if you could place an order, for her of course. I led you to my confidential ordering room, and as soon as the door began closing you had pressed me to the wall. I could feel your need racing through my blood. My breath was catching harder and harder as your hands greedily touched me. I felt your hands sliding up my skirt and you pressed yourself deeper into me. And as soon as it began it ended with the knocking; another guest needing to order, the party at full swing.
The rest of the night seemed a blur as we were kept away from each other by the ebb and flow of the party. And soon it was done, and goodbyes were exchanged. I had convinced myself that it was all a drunken blur, another fantasy where my imagination had diluted the truth.