An immense growing mutual desire...

I’ve long had a crush on her. She’s the most wonderful girl, a little shorter than I, short, wavy blonde hair, nicely suntanned, with a oh so firm, wonderfully busty body which would give an instant hard-on to a dead corpse.

She has this twinkle in her eyes, we share all sorts of life events, happy and sad, for we used to see each other every day at work, we had neighboring desks.

Flirting at the workplace is an absolute no-no, so nothing ever happened, almost. A kiss on the cheek, a hug, oh her most wonderful warm hugs, we’d offer support to each other whenever needed.

Once she was in an particularly awful mood, having been dumped by her then boyfriend, I gave her a Christmas singing dog who flaps his ears... her laughter was pure honey out of her eyes and mouth. The hug she gave me was so close, so tight, she felt the huge bulge in my trousers... her wide open eyes revealed she knew.

We no longer work together. But we keep in contact, and see each other regularly. The good is we’re free from corporate, if not social, ethics. I often fantasize being intimate with her. I imagine being right behind her, my erect member obvious through our clothing, kissing her neck, my hands on her tummy, begging to explore... not knowing if she’ll let me go further, if we’ll get closer, if we’ll get out of our clothes, if her hands, her body will invite me to go further is so exciting... touching her skin would be a miracle, my hand sliding down her tummy, under her trousers, feeling her pubic hair , hearing her breathing getting deeper... her hands on my thighs moving higher and higher... opening my belt to make her way to my own skin...

It’s like a match begging to burn, the desire, the closeness, the time we’ve known each other with feelings for each other, I see her eyes sparkle with joy and perhaps desire when she sees me...

We’re to meet tomorrow...