It was the first night K and I had gone out. We had worked together for a bit at that point. I am a really resistant social creature. I love people. Well..let me rephrase, I love my people. I hate 99.9 percent of the populace. But if I feel safe enough, deem you trustworthy and not a total mouth breather, then you're in. It didn't take me long of listening and talking to K to realize that she was pretty special. It had nothing to do with physical attraction. I was attracted to her from the get go. She's beautiful. Long brown hair with streaks of grey, beautiful eyes that change color when you look into them, a wonderful smile, and my god, a body that wont quit. To say shes voluptuous is an understatement. Curves that would make any world class sports car crash and burn. I watched her and was a bit smitten to begin with. Yes, I checked her out.
I think I was working with her one night when the flood gates started. I came closer to her, over by the sink, which is by her work station. "so you're married." It might have been the first question I asked her, and well, in true me fashion just came brain to mouth. Then neither of us could shut up. I talked about life, and work. Talked about my past, which normally I never am too forthcoming about. Talked about her life, college, her marriage, careers. K, is easy to talk to. She's one of the rare people on this earth that listen, and not just wait for her turn to talk. Shes a straightforward, no bullshit kind of girl too, which, I look for in a woman. I need that in my life, I have a tendency to get sidetracked every now and again. So I know I need someone that isn't afraid to tell me to get my shit together.
One night as we worked we were out on the patio, I was smoking as I locked everything up for the evening. We talked about going to the bar around the corner for a drink after work. We hurried through the rest of our evening at work together, both in a hurry to just be able to not have to focus on anything but our conversation, and for me a beer. I didn't know about her feelings for me at that point. I most certainly didn't know that she had seen parts of me naked. I would have screamed foul and insisted that I get to see as well, so at that point it was probably for the best.
Did I mention that she smells good? If sexual allure had an aroma, it would be the way K smells. She would stand close to me at work and I would hold her in through my nose. The scent would then travel up into my brain and go directly to the pleasure center of it, and then beat that god damned thing like a gong. I bring this up, because that night she was close to me. Soooo close.
We got to the place we were going, and pulled up a seat at the bar. It was trivia night, and there was a good amount of people at the bar. We ordered up, and received our drinks, and to my right this little, bouncing, drunk, girl sits next to me. She starts talking to me about it being her birthday, and how the dj is her boyfriend, and just being really flirty. Meanwhile on my left I have K, and shes scrunched in trying to hear the conversation, but what she doesn't realize is that I notice, I notice everything. I notice that our knees touch. I noticed that after I reached into my jacket for my phone, that my hand grazed her thigh. I notice that I can still smell her over this girls sex kitten perfume.
I was pretty attracted to K that night, and as I sat there and we talked about this girl, I longed for K. I longed to touch her, to see her naked, To kiss those full lips. So what does a guy do when he cant outright come and say what he wants, because what he wants is so far out of the possibility at that moment? Transference! I told her that she could have any man at that bar if she wanted. I told her that she was an attractive woman. I didn't know she didn't know that I really meant it. She is an attractive woman, SO attractive. As the evening progressed my hormones raged, god I wanted to burst out of my skin. I told K, you see this girl next to me? I bet I could slide my hand down under the bar, up her thighs, and then right inside of her, and she'd let me. There was something going on at that moment between K, and I. The way she said, I bet you could. The way she asked more questions about what I could do, the way I responded. We didn't even notice that the girl had got up and left at that point. I think she knew in a way I was talking about her that entire time, and I think that she wanted me to do those things to her as much as I wanted to do them.
We left the bar, and we talked and laughed. The whole thing was devilishly innocent. But I wanted more then. We got back to her car, and I told her I had a wonderful time. I did. I always do.
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