The atmosphere in the office had settled into an almost unnerving quietness. It was just the hum of the air conditioner, the occasional clicking of keyboards, and us — me and David, a coworker I’d always found intriguingly attractive.
At 34, I had maintained a well-toned physique thanks to my regular yoga and pilates classes. My body had the subtle curves in all the right places.
My breasts, not too large but full, always drew attention despite my attempts to be modest. My waist cinched slightly, leading to hips that flared out gracefully. That evening, I had chosen to wear a white blouse, buttoned up but for the top two, which gave just a hint of my cleavage. My skirt was a deep blue, fitting snugly around my hips and stopping a few inches above my knees. The outfit accentuated my form, making me feel powerful and desirable. Paired with heels, it added a few inches to my height, making my legs appear longer.
The Lust:
David and I had always had this unspoken tension. Maybe it was the prolonged eye contacts or the accidental touches; there was undeniable chemistry. That night, every time our eyes met, a current ran through me. He would occasionally compliment me, making me blush and my heart race.
