It all started when one fine winter morning, just like today, I arrived at the office. After a workout and a great breakfast. I was feeling pumped after a night of ruthless debauchery, things I am ashamed of and yet enjoyed. I saw her, the girlfriend of co-owner of the corporation I was consulting for. This was just some extra work I took on the side for a while. I did not enjoy the work much because the guys I was helping market the product for were too intrusive and adamant about their ideas being reflected in the marketing plan.
She was a sight for the sore eyes. The first day I saw her I gave her the ‘choke on it – no attention’ body language. I said hello though and continues working on my dashboard.
Days past and we developed the very strange, weird but usual office banter. We would exchange greetings. She would often meet me at the expensive artisan coffee machine and ask how she could get a macchiato.
It was enjoyable. Then I started to notice it. A smile when I opened doors for her. Getting looks from other side of the room and other flattering signs of body language that made a convincing case for me. I knew she was at least mildly interested. My ego had found a person to measure itself by through all the approval that I was getting from her.
She was a goddess. Tall, around 5’9″. Slim yet the perfect amount of soft flesh around her sides and perfectly rounded ass. My primal inner self sometimes wanted to rip that dress apart and fuck her on the side of the stairs where often I would hold the door for her when she came down from the office kitchen. She has straight dark brown hair that glowed in the January sun when she stood outside smoking a cigarette. The way she curled her lower lip ever so slightly when she had a question to ask. She had pale white skin that was not pink but rather weirdly light. I could imagine how beautiful her butt would look and if I could just hold her from behind and slap it, rub it.
That day, she met me outside the entrance of the office and told me these guys were out for a run, some important meeting they couldn’t put off so she would be here to help me out with whatever I needed and also needed help with brand design for her pet project. I was glad. I was a gentleman and she was glad already I could tell. You know, I open doors and give way and make everyone feel important and shit like that. This was the first time I noticed that she also had a primal sheen to the way she looked at me. This was going to be fun, I told myself. We had a good three hours of coffee driven work spree without much of a talk.
Tension started building around lunch. We were awfully quite. It was cold so we took our stuff and sat in one of the conference rooms to work comfortably. I politely asked her for lunch and using my fake and weird overcompensating politeness I managed to order some good food for her. Charmed her with how much I knew about food and this is how it began. My usual, the story. How I did this and achieved that and how great I am, basically. It is utterly narcissistic but then it feels like a game when you can tell that the other person is completely engrossed in what you have to say. You slip in some things which are not even true but you see the other person completely take it in. I was surprised with the kind of interest she took in me. I guess she enjoyed the conversation or rather the time she spend with me as much as I did. I was quick to figure out we needed some whiskey for the talk.
Half an hour later, the office boy had brought us the alcohol and we enjoyed our four glasses of wonderful George Dickel number 1. She was quite tipsy I could tell. She was also horrible at hiding the fact that recently she had had a fight with her boyfriend. She made no attempts of hiding it, I could tell. Ignoring his calls, steering away from conversations that involved him. An hour later we were awkwardly kissing with our hands off. It was a weird kiss. Our mouths were pasted onto each other and our eyes were closed but our I could feel that were hands were weirdly positioned. She wanted to touch and feel but we were in a workplace. Even though there was no one around it was still not appropriate. My left hand was placed on the table over my task book and my right hand was in the right pocket of my grey overcoat. Her lips told me she wanted more. She tasted fruity and corn malt-y. I took my right hand slowly towards her waist and pulled her in. Her revolving chair made a weird sound which felt eerie in the complete silence of the office. And then held her closer with both my hands as I trailed my kisses down from her lips, over her perfect jaw into the depth of her neck. She smelled like sweet. Not the usual fruity sweet but the lingering ‘expensive’ sweet. and I liked it. Things escalated and I took her hand and took her into the corner of the office behind us. I started kissing her again and with my right hand I switched off the lights that glared us down.
This lasted only for ten minutes. We ferociously made out in the cold corner of the room with all the lights turned off. When we were done her black cardigan was pulled off of her left shoulder and her pale, bony yet very broad attractive shoulder was showing. She had a well built and symmetrical frame. Her flesh was warm and soft. Her hair was in a mess. I was just the same. We talked less after that and withing half an hour we moved out. Much wasn’t achieved in terms of work but I could feel something strange about it. Not that it matters but a lot has changed. I am not the same man I was before.