We talked about life and children, things we liked and he heard me bitch on several occasions about my boyfriend, how he treated me and what I wished I could have in a man. Work became my therapy, the people there like family and I always felt better about myself and my life when I divulged my secrets to D and my other co-workers. I was happy and always smiling at work, it became my escape from home life.
One afternoon I came into work crying. I had gotten into an argument with my boyfriend and had become angry. I never let my boyfriend see me cry and I was irritated at the fact that I had to walk into work with a tear-stained face . I quickly avoided everyone I could and busied myself in the back room to keep from being tormented with questions, afraid I might break down again. Suddenly, there was D. He watched me for a moment, as I was fumbling with some paperwork and I bit my lip as tears spilled again. “It’s him, isn’t it? The bastard”, he said, “Come here”. He pulled me close and hugged me so tightly, enveloped me as I sobbed into his t-shirt. I felt the sincerity in his hug, the security he emitted made me weak. It also turned me on. He had a way of making me feel better, pulling me out of my sadness. After this incident, we became close. We were inseperable at work, talking to each other nearly the entire shift and laughing and joking until it was time to go home.
One day, after joking and flirting with D, I was folding laundry and he brushed past me to get the broom from the cleaning closet. I felt a bulge in his pants and froze for a moment, startled by his action. He hadn’t ever really shown interest in me this way and I felt myself flush, the redness working it's way up into my cheeks and they burned as I bit my bottom lip hard. I looked at him, but he acted as though nothing happened as I continued folding clothes. He asked if I needed help, setting the broom aside and I could tell in his voice he meant more than help with folding laundry, or maybe it was my newfound infatuation with him that made me think so. I was still beet red and told him I could use his help, not looking up. I felt his hand brush against my ass and he whispered, just loud enough for me to hear “Those jeans are my favorite.” I looked at him, smirking. ‘Shut up!’ I said, jokingly. ‘You’re so mean!’ I flung the shirt I was folding at his head and it landed, draped over his face. I laughed as he threw the shirt down and grabbed a dish towel from the pile of clothes. He twisted the dish towel into a makeshift whip and swacked my ass hard with it, grinning. “Now you can say I’m mean”. My jaw dropped, and I scowled at him flirtatiously. ‘Jerk,’ I said, ‘Don’t make me kick your ass.’ He knew I didn’t mean it, but it was a phrase I often used to show my mock irritation at his playful antics.
Later that afternoon, we both went outside for a cigarette, as we had done often, much to the suspicion of our fellow co-workers. I sat in a chair and looked up at him as we talked about my boyfriend, and he spoke of his fiancee and how much he disliked certain things about her. ‘Maybe you shouldn’t marry her, if you dislike her so much,’ I replied. We had become close enough that I felt comfortable giving him advice, as he did with me. ‘Maybe we should run off to another state together like Bonnie and Clyde.’ I felt myself flush as I had earlier that afternoon. I’d never been this forward with anyone, but our friendship was flourishing and I wanted him physically now, more than I led him to believe. He shook his head at me , smiling. “Your offer is tempting, but I don’t know.” I glared. ‘I see how it is.’I laughed. I noticed he kept looking at my thighs and I confronted him. ‘What are you looking at?’ He blew the smoke from his cigarette into my face as he replied, “your thighs are sexy…juicy, must mean your pussy is too.” I raised my eyebrows in suspicion. ‘You’d better stop that, I might have to kick your ass’ I breathed. He laughed at me, and the door opened to an irritated co-worker. Apparently we’d been outside long enough.
The following Wednesday, I came in looking especially sexy. I had my hair up in a ponytail and a top that showed off too much cleavage and I made sure to wear his favorite jeans. I walked in with confidence to match my cheerful demeanor. I felt his eyes follow me as I walked past him, his mouth gaped open. I smirked as I walked by and went about the start of my shift. It wasn’t just him looking at me, but my co-workers as well. They were surprised by my newfound confidence and asked if I’d dropped the boyfriend. I hadn’t, of course, but I had a mission and I was going to get what I wanted.
He followed me around that day, grabbing my ass on occasion and I acted as though it didn’t phase me one bit. My pussy was wet and throbbing the entire day, I wished I could have pushed him down and had my way with him, but today was Wednesday and that meant we didn’t have two hours to ourselves later on. This was my test, to see how much he really wanted me before I made the first move. I was going to fuck him and I was hoping I would have the chance sooner, rather than later. I missed the opportunity to make my first move, however, when I found myself in the back room again alone. D came in quietly, I hadn’t heard him enter and he walked up behind me and grabbed a handful of my ass, squeezing. I bit my lip, but turned quickly and mocking frustration, whispered ‘I’m going to kick your fucking ass.’ He smiled softly, and whispered back. “I’m going to have your ass, so I don’t know what you’re talking about.” And he kissed me on the lips, hard. I turned beet red and I felt my pussy, already soaking, begin to ache for him. ‘You are so mean to me.’ I seethed, my voice trembling and my eyes closed. He chuckled as he left me standing there and walked out of the room. I stared blankly, cursing myself for allowing him to catch me off guard. I composed myself, smiling like wild, but making sure I was no longer red and I went downstairs to the bathroom to relieve the intense ache I felt between my legs.
To Be Continued...