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“You wouldn’t deny me.”
She said it in such a matter of fact tone that it was more than just a statement. It was law… it was gospel… and it was the truth.
“I know,” was his response. And he said it in exactly the same way she did, as if it were already written in stone. It was why they didn’t socialize more, why they kept their relationship strictly business. The few times they did get together, there was always a safety net of a group, never less than two others. The attraction was tangible and it surrounded them completely. Everyone felt it – and yet – the two pretended it never existed. Ever.
He was her boss and she was so much younger than him. The ramifications of acknowledging such a magnetism were unfathomable. She had everything to lose; her job, her house, her comfortable way of life. His children from a past marriage were almost as old as she was. What would people think?
Sometimes, though … it was fun to fantasize a little, to let their imaginations wander and explore the possibilities. But, that was dangerous too…
…They were coming from the 2nd floor of the gallery, down a very secluded staircase. His frustration let loose and exploded in waves of passion around her. In a very uncharacteristic fashion, he confessed… ” I’m feeling so lustful. I never have time to myself and I need release.” She stopped in her tracks and turned to see his face twisted with emotion. She couldn’t let him know the depths his aching reached inside her, so she reacted in the only way she knew… with comic relief.
“Come here,” she laughed. “I’ll hump your leg a little, like a dog!” He laughed too, as he allowed her to walk around and stand behind him. She grabbed his shoulders and pumped her fully clothed hips into his hind quarters. Once. Twice.
“OK,” he teased. “Now let me do that to you.” He never expected her to comply, but she turned to lean over the banister and stuck her rear end into his crotch, gyrating slowly. Now it was her turn to be surprised as desire overcame caution and he grabbed her hip with his left hand. He ran his right hand up the back of her neck to entangle his fingers in her hair and pulled back with an erotic yank.
“Oh,” she breathed.
A split second later, their co-worker walked around the corner, breaking into the fantasy moment. Thank goodness he had his face buried in his i-phone writing a text; never even catching a glimpse of the sex charged encounter on the stairs. The thought of getting caught in this moment of suggestive playfulness was enough to sober the boss and his employee. They straightened their clothes, shaking off their lustful feelings. The emotional guards were up and the walls put back in their proper places. Business as usual…
But, the thought of that erotic yank of her hair lingered in her mind all day. The throbbing between her legs was barely manageable as she tried to focus on the day’s work. Finally, it was 5:00 and she could leave the office.
As she rode the subway home, she no longer tried to push the memory away. She let the heat of that brief flirtation take possession of her body and it filled with desire. She fully intended to go home to her apartment and masturbate to completion while re-living the encounter on the stairs. Only this time, the fantasy would not be interrupted by some mindless co-worker happening upon them.
By the time the train pulled into her stop, she was filled with feelings of confidence and sexual power. She almost felt like skipping the 2 short blocks to her place. There was a definite bounce to her step as she rounded the corner and glanced into the big picture windows of Jake’s Tavern. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw a familiar figure. Sitting on a stool at a table in the window was her boss, her fantasy, the man she was daydreaming about for the last six hours.
The immediate rush of blood to her face made her stagger and she came to an abrupt halt on the sidewalk. She noticed there were 2 martini’s on the table, even though he was the only one seated and her heart sank as she realized that he must be on a date. At that moment, he looked up and out of the window. The tavern’s neon lights made it easy for him to see her astonished face. With a visible swallow and a deep breath, he pushed himself off the stool and walked outside to greet her.
Their eyes locked for an intense moment before anyone spoke. His hand clenched into a fist and she ran a finger through her hair as memories of their brief encounter coursed through each of their minds.
Finally, he took her hand and gestured towards the door of the bar. “I hope you don’t mind me being here. I really wanted to see you, I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. I’ve ordered us both a martini for HAPPY HOUR… will you join me?”
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