We were out at a happy hour with a bunch of work people on a random Wednesday night, not really wanting to be there all that much. We weren’t there together, but our frustration for workplace politics compelled us both to go, and probably compelled us both to find each other there and chit chat about how much we really didn’t want to be there anymore.
So we killed time together, laughing about this or that; someone’s meaningless gossip, someone’s bad comb-over, whatever. It wasn’t until a few hours later that we looked around and realized that not only had happy hour ended, but the rest of our office wasn’t there anymore. No matter. We continued to eat, drink, talk and just kill time. It was comfortable. It was fun…at least until she caught me staring.
She had absolutely fantastic legs, long and toned, and was playfully dangling one shoe off her foot, bobbing her leg as we talked. Of course I was looking. Who wouldn’t? But instead of blushing with embarassement when she caught me, I just decided to own it.
“Yeah, I was staring at your legs,” I told her. “Couldn’t help it.”
She totally laughed it off, recognizing it for a compliment and taking no offense. But realizing she had me in a compromising situation and somewhat on my heels, she took charge of the conversation, making blatant sexual comments to see if I would embarrass further. Rising to the challenge, I would just retort with my own comments, escalating the already heightened sexual tension between our bar stools.
We laughed more, ate more, drank a bit more, and just continued to enjoy the novelty of the night, until she apparently tired of our game. “So are we gonna go fuck or what?” she offered as casually as she had the rest of our conversation.
“How’s that?” I asked, offering some nervous laughter.
“Come on now. We’re both adults. We’ve been dancing all around it all night long, and I’m too old (a whopping 27) to play game like that. I mean, unless you’re really not interested.”
Of course I was interested. I’d been imagining how she would be in bed almost the entire night. And while one part of me was ready to get the hell out of there, another part just didn’t seem to believe her.
“Yeah, sure. Let’s get out of here,” I said, my voice clearly laced with disbelief. It’s not that I didn’t want to believe her. But the reality of it just didn’t really add up? Maybe it was my lack of experience. I was, after all, five years younger, and fresh out of college where drunken hook-ups may have been commonplace, but not a clear invitation from a dirty mommy.
Once outside, I walked her to her car, still totally unconvinced of her sincerity for the situation. Clearly aware of this, she pinned me between her body and the car, pulled the collar of my shirt down, and began savagely kissing along my neck and collarbone.
My hands couldn’t help but find her waist, and pull her tighter against me as she broke from my neck, putting and wrapping her arms around me, starting kissing me savagely. When she finally let go with one hand, guiding my grasp from her waist, past the band of her skirt, and on to her bare ass cheeks on either side of a thong so small it might as well not have been there, I was totally convinced that she wasn’t kidding or setting me up to look like a fool.
“Follow me to my place,” she whispered into my ear.
Follow you? I was ready to bend her over the hood of her car and fuck her right in the middle of the parking lot. My dick was pressing against the front of my slacks creating a rather unsightly bulge obvious to anyone in eye shot. And you want me to stop all this to follow you? Of course I did. But what was no more then a five minute car ride felt like an hour.
When we got there, her house was reasonably dark, which was good because my cock was still obviously swollen as Krissy paid the sitter and she shuffled by me while I stood uncomfortably out of their way.
“Jamie isn’t quite asleep yet,” she told me. “His room is right next to mine, she we need to hang out for just a little bit until he’s asleep,” she finished with a light kiss on my lips.
Frustrated, I went through her kitchen and sat out on her deck in the darkness of her back yard. She joined me shortly, having changed from her work clothes. She wore tiny gym shorts which made her legs look even longer and sexier, and a small tank top that showed her hardened nipples that were clearly no longer being held by a bra. Her sandy blond hair, which usually fell nearly to her shoulders, was pulled back in a pony tail. Her casual appearance didn’t take a single thing away from her sex appeal, making me want her that much worse.
“Shouldn’t be too long now. He was almost out when I checked on him,” she told me as she took a seat next to me. “Do you want anything?”
“You mean aside from him to fall asleep and to take you to your bedroom? No, I’m okay,” I told her.