MC knows me better than I do, and knows what I want and need without me having to tell him. We work together, in fact, I am his subordinate but not working directly with him. When I first me him, I found him to be intense, attractive, dominant and without specifically saying it, managed to communicate his not so vanilla interests. Driving home from work that day, I was incredibly turned on by him and couldn’t help to touch myself through my pantyhose. I knew right away that he was something special.
We didn’t become close until many years later, but the occasional conversation with a kinky edge made it clear over time that we were people of similar interests. We were to attended an event together and leading up to the event he indicated that he didn’t think I drank much, I said I didn’t, but mainly because I get slutty when I drink. He gave me a deviant look and indicated that we will have to have a few drinks then.
We got stuck into the red wines and our conversations ranged from flirty to down right dirty. I indicated that I hadn’t been with a man for quite a while and he just looked at me said. ‘We shouldn’t do that, it would be bad’ But I could tell the thought interested him. It certainly interested me, but at the time, I was not in a position to take it further.
When I was leaving the event, I told him I was going, he looked disappointed. He said that he hoped we might cuddle a little later on. I said I know and I’m sorry, and kissed his cheek.
There were a few occasions where we were alone in hotel rooms and we just talked, both of us are in other relationships and neither of us made any moves toward each other. However, over time, it just became harder to ignore the potential chemistry between us.
When my role changed, I became his direct subordinate, he became my direct manager. He made it happen. I wanted it to happen. I knew things would change between us and I couldn’t wait to see how. We had deeper conversations, we discussed our likes and dislikes. We share many common things and while our work relationship is so effective and professional, we occasionally delve into something else.
One time, we were having a drink in my hotel room after work and I walked into the bathroom to show him something, I turned around to him being inches from me, my whole body went warm. We kissed. It was more gentle than I was prepared for. Soft and sweet. When we parted, we smiled at each other then carried on our conversation. In the kitchen once more we kissed and he starting rubbing me, which encouraged me to return the play. Then he stopped. Said that we were not going to do anything more. He went to the bathroom and then showed me he raging hard-on, I was aching to touch him, to taste him. I waited for an instruction, but he just shrugged and put it away. Then he left. He sent me dirty messages all the way home. I could not stop thinking about him, his kiss, his body, his everything.
From there, it all changed.
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