In late 90’s, I was in an abusive relationship. I didn’t believe I was sexy or smart enough to move on. Tim spoke to me and treated me as I wasn’t worthy. After being with him since I was a teenager, I didn’t know any better. I was pushed around and even told how to dress. I obeyed out of fear. Frankly, I didn’t believe in myself in any way, shape, or form.
I landed a great job, making more money than I ever had up to that point in my young life. It made me feel good to know I could financially handle my own life. In the back of my mind, I knew I wanted out of my horrible relationship, but I didn’t know how. I felt stifled. When I started my new job, I even had to ask permission to go out with my co-workers. If I gained permission, I would get the third degree about who would be there and when I would be leaving. It was easier to not go. I loved going to work; I felt like I could be myself. I could be happy, outgoing, and not have to worry about what I looked like or said.
I don’t remember how long I worked at the office before one of my male co-workers started slight flirts with me. I found the attention fun and free. Little by little, I started finding reasons to be alone with Craig. I enjoyed the way he made me feel. I wasn’t even sure if it really was flirting, but I decided to start doing it back. I was more curious at what Craig would do.
“Who’s turn is to go get lunch?” Lynn announced throughout the office.
“I believe that would be me!” I bellowed back. I was looking forward to the distraction from paperwork and everyone sitting around for lunch. “Put your orders in!” I started walking around to collect money. Craig was in Lynn’s office as I collected their money.
“Ya know, lunch for 10 people will be a lot to carry. How about if I go with you? Help ya out?” Craig was very nonchalant about it. I assumed it was another way for us to get a little more flirting going.
“That is very kind of you, thanks. I plan on leaving in about 10 minutes,” I answered. Craig nodded his head and I walked out. I was excited for the short ride to the deli. I went back to my desk, shaking my head, reminding myself how I was playing with fire. Craig was legally not available for play, which is why he was being quiet and private about his advances to me. A few minutes later, he showed up at my door.
“You ready?” Craig asked. I grabbed my purse and followed him outside. My car was right outside the door.
“Let’s take my car, it IS right here.” I pointed. I unlocked the doors and we both got in.
We started on to the deli, chatting small talk. He kept his hand behind the head rest of my seat. It made me nervous because I was so attracted to him. I had very long hair which was pulled up in a bun since my shower. I kept one hand on the wheel and used the other hand to let my hair down. I was hoping the smell from my shampoo would start him flirting more. I was more curious if the advances were real. He placed his hand on my leg. “Wow, that smells good,” he said as he leaned in closer to smell. Yup, it was real and I couldn’t deny the flirting.
As the days went on, the flirting got worse. When we were alone, it turned quite sexual. We seemed to enjoy teasing and taunting each other with sexual abilities.
“You should give me a chance to please you.” He whispered. We were in his office getting ready for a meeting.
“What makes you think you are so great?” I asked, shocked that I was actually thinking about it.
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll send you an email describing what I would do if you gave me a chance.” Craig got up, smiled, and left for the meeting. Later, I checked my email and found a very erotic message from him. I hated to admit how much it got me going. I clicked reply. I wanted to write back my thoughts of him, but I felt nervous and shy. I thought anything I type would be embarrassing. I began to type anyway, complimenting his idea and adding in a few of my own. I clicked send. I sat there staring at the computer, wondering if that was the wrong thing to do. Within seconds, the computer beeped at me. I had another message describing how he would eat my pussy. Loving the idea, I just sat there in my own wetness. Craig popped in the room. I smiled, embarrassed because of the emails.
“Write more, I liked it.” Craig whispered. “I promise you WILL like it.” He leaned down and kissed my neck. I stiffened from the surprise. The feeling of his lips lingered. I was so curious about his abilities. I stopped in the bathroom to clear the wetness Craig left me. I left the office to go to a job site. I needed the time away from him. The mere close proximity made me so hot. There were several times over a few weeks span, where he tried to move in for a kiss. I always stopped him.
At work, the erotic emails just got worse, yet better. I needed to get out of the office, so I went to a jobsite to actually do my job. When I left the jobsite, I slowly walked to the parking lot, enjoying the nice day. I wanted to be distracted, but yet I longed to be satisfied. I figured I would stop home and take care of the throbbing in my pussy. I was shocked when I noticed the truck next to mine. Craig was sitting there.
“You really don’t give up do you?” I asked, trying to act like he wasn’t wearing me down. I enjoyed the fire and secretiveness of our flirts. We sat there talking for a bit. I found myself playing his game and taunting him back . “If I let you have me, even once, you won’t be able to stop.”
“I’ll be the judge of that, but I think it is YOU who would be addicted to me.” He pointed at me, playing with his keys. He jumped out of the truck. He was standing closer and closer to me. I tried to act like I wasn’t noticing and didn’t care. Without expecting it, he went in for a kiss and wasn’t taking no for an answer. I really wanted it, but enjoyed the game of making him work for it. When we parted, all I could do was just look at him. I gathered my wits and started to back off.
“Hope you enjoyed that. That is ALL you’re ever going to get from me.” I laughed.
“Depends… Are you wet?” he seriously asked.
“You are really full of yourself aren’t you?” I said denying what he already knew. I began to ask myself why does this guy affect me like this? “I really have to go. You,” I paused. “have a good day.” I smiled at him, almost willing him to do more, but I walked away before he had the chance. Once I started going for my car, I began to race myself. I wanted to get in and go, quickly. I began to picture what it would be like to let Craig touch me.
The next morning, I got up for work. Completely horny, I decided to call out. After I made the phone call to take a sick day, I sat on my bed and debated calling Craig. My fingers toyed with the phone. I debated the moral dilemma of his being married, but soon my erotic fantasies took over. I called him. When he answered, I couldn’t believe what I was doing.
“I called out today.” I told him as if it was a hint.
“Yea, I saw that. You ok?” He was being coy, unsure of what I really wanted by calling him.
“Why don’t you come over?” My heart was pounding. I wasn’t sure what I expected him to say, but now that I was calling what I thought was his bluff, I expected him to say no.
“Ok.” I could hear his smile through the phone.
“You know where I live?”
“Yes. I’ll be there in about 30 minutes.” I could hear Craig’s breathing. He seemed already turned on. We got off the phone and I jumped in the shower. I shaved and found myself quite excited and needing to be pleased.
When Craig arrived, I answered the door in a pink robe. I had nothing on underneath. My heart just raced as he approached me. Craig took control and started kissing me. After a while, he untied the belt on the robe. I felt his hand slip inside, touch my waist and move up to my tits. His hands felt good, I was still too nervous to do anything back. Craig had my robe completely open and was moving down to my pussy and felt my wetness. After a little rubbing, I led him into my bedroom. We stood by my bed and both of us fussed at getting his clothes off.
I don’t know if it was my nervousness, but when it was said and done, it wasn’t that good. I was disappointed. As Craig left, I felt guilty and knew I shouldn’t have done that. I was nervous about seeing him at work, so over the next few days, I avoided him as much as possible.