My relationship with Laura might have had great sex at the beginning but it quickly became a nightmare.
Laura was never the most popular person in that office. At the same time, I had built up some great friendships with other people, especially with some of the other women, and particularly a group of five women who all sat at the same bank of desks. They were all extremely attractive whose ages ranged from twenty-six to forty years old, and either married or in a relationship. A few knew each other from previous jobs and were good friends outside of work as well.
I always had great banter with them and there was the occasional sexual innuendo dropped into the mix as well. It was all harmless fun, nonetheless, this did not stop a lot of tension from developing between Laura and me whenever she saw me interacting with anyone from within that group.
I will cut a long story short to set the scene:
After six months together, I caught Laura cheating on me with someone she had known previously.
It was a Friday night in December and the company’s Xmas night out. We entered a bar in the Merchant City area of Glasgow when I saw Laura suddenly make a beeline for a guy standing at the bar. Their body language instinctively said to me that it was him, so I confronted Laura who confessed it was him. Later that evening outside the bar, my path crossed with this guy, and we exchanged words, next, I was punching him, The sight of me brawling out on the street did not go down well with my senior bosses. On Monday morning, the senior management summoned me to a meeting where I was warned about my future conduct.
That was the end of my relationship with Laura.
In the weeks that followed, I was the butt of the office jokes for what happened at the Xmas night out. At the same time, the banter with some of the women gradually changed. Especially when I was interacting with the aforementioned group of women. They were being far more flirtatious than before and there was also a very distinct edge to the innuendos. It was like my unfortunate brawl had endeared me to them in some way, none more so than a girl called Rose.
Rose was the most attractive girl in the office and without doubt, got the most attention from the other men in the office. She was twenty-six years old, about 5”6 in height with long brown hair. She had a very toned sporty build, a beautiful smile, and her breasts were neither small nor big, just proportioned perfectly for her build.
It had become customary in the office to finish the working week by going for a drink in one of the nearby pubs. Sometimes only the “die-hards” would go for a couple of drinks before heading their separate ways, while other weeks, there would be a much bigger turnout which could finish in a nightclub in the small hours.
It was now April, and the sun had been shining most of the week. On this particular Friday evening, a far bigger-than-normal crowd headed to the pub. I found myself sitting next to Rose when she started to complain about a sore head. Without considering my surroundings or the company I was in, I placed my elbow on the back of her chair and began to massage the back of her head with my hand.
As no one noticed what I was doing, I continued to massage her head for quite some time.
A recurring theme in my stories is my own awareness that I do not have that raw sex appeal that instantly grabs a woman's lustful attention. With that comes a certain fear of rejection.
Yet here I was in a pub providing a head massage to the most attractive girl in the office. As I continued, Rose became totally relaxed in my massage and began to groan a little.
This prompted me to stop before anyone did notice what I was doing. Nonetheless, Rose moved closer to me, and we continued to casually flirt with each other as the night went on.
Roll forward a few hours, and we had now arrived at Jumpin Jaks, a dancing venue on Sauchiehall Street. Very few people now remained but those who had made it this far into the night were all worse for wear, including myself and Rose.
I was walking to the bar to buy a drink when Rose pulled me onto the dance floor. We were dancing away to the music when Rose suddenly spun around and began to twerk in my direction.
There was now no doubt in my mind that Rose had taken a shine to me.
Rose then spun back around, put her arms around my neck and we began to kiss. It was a very short kiss as we did not want to risk anyone seeing what was going on.
I should say at this point, Rose lived with her boyfriend, and his best friend also happened to be my line manager in the office!
It was now after midnight, and Rose said she needed to go home before her boyfriend began wondering where she was.
Rose lived close to the city’s West End so I offered to walk her home. As we walked the 20-minute distance to her flat, she talked about the issues she was having with her boyfriend and how she was thinking of breaking up with him, but due to them living together, it was complicated.
When we reached the top of her street, Rose pulled me into a close and we kissed again. This time it lasted much longer.
When I slid my hand onto Rose’s bum cheek, she pushed me away. I could only watch as she quickly walked the short distance to her flat and disappeared inside without looking back once.
I began to walk back towards Sauchiehall St, not knowing what to think.
