The night was unusually quiet. The office had emptied out, the janitors had finished their rounds, and the entire floor had an eerie, still ambiance. The only sound was the faint humming of the air conditioner and the clicking of keyboards. There was me and Sarah, a coworker with whom I’d always shared a sizzling chemistry.
The Dress:
I was wearing a crisp white shirt, the first two buttons casually undone, and dark blue trousers that fit snugly. Sarah was in a figure-hugging pencil skirt that ended just above her knees and a white blouse. The blouse was semi-transparent, revealing just the hint of a lacy bra underneath. Every time she leaned forward, the top of her cleavage would tease, making my heart race.
The Lust:
Our conversations had always bordered on flirty, but tonight, there was a charged energy between us. Perhaps it was the confinement of the office space or the fact that we were alone. Our discussions started veering off-topic, moving from work to personal interests. Each time she laughed or tilted her head, her perfume wafted over, a mix of musk and vanilla, intoxicating my senses.
The Tease:
As we discussed the project, I couldn’t help but notice her foot sliding against my leg under the table. It was a soft, teasing touch, but deliberate. She pretended as if nothing was happening…
