Shit! It was already getting dark and the snow hadn't let up since I went for lunch, as always I was the last one to leave after a long day at work. I turned off my computer, gathered up my things and began the long trudge home.
The streets in the industrial area I worked in were still and peaceful, that is why I liked to walk rather then take the bus. The quiet was my way of shedding the days stress out into the silence so that I could daze off to another (warmer) place.
I was daydreaming and didn't notice the dark truck pulling in behind me, before I knew it; a loud honk interrupted my thoughts. I turned abruptly and blinked into the headlights. My heart quickened as the door opened, "What are you doing out here you crazy girl?!" It was the service guy for the company I worked for! I slowly relaxed, exhaled and smiled into the headlights; he was someone I had come to know and trusted.
"Come on, get in and I'll drive you home, our boss would fire me if he found out I let you stay out in this weather and freeze!" he shouted. I walked around the truck and got in. The warmth of the heater inside made my fingertips and cheeks sting but god it felt good!
"Thanks for giving me a ride, you really didn't have to. I thought you left work so you could get home for dinner with your wife?" I asked. "How is she doing anyway?"
He explained to me that he had come back to the office to get something he had forgotten, "typical", I thought! He managed to always forget something! That is what I liked the most about him; he was a funny, fun loving and easygoing guy. He was talented in the art of making me smile. Not to mention that he was definitely easy on the eyes!
We continued to drive in silence through the storm. I am not sure what overcame me and at what point it happened but I suddenly had an urgent need to sleep with my friend and colleague. I couldn't believe what I was thinking! I was disgusted with myself yet turned on by thought of having his cock in my mouth. I shook my head, to clear these unexpected fantasies. "Are you o.k.? You don't look well." he inquired.
"I am feeling a little under the weather, would you mind walking me to my door?" I quietly responded. What? Why had I said that? It was almost as if someone else was speaking, taking a deep breath I tried focusing on the snowflakes falling outside the steamy windows of the truck.
As the truck slowed to a stop, we got out and trudged up the walkway to my house. I opened the door and stepped inside. "Would you like to come in for a moment?" Why was I inviting him in? "Sure, the roads are getting nasty so I'll have some coffee and wait it out for a bit", my comrade replied.