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I want to fuck my colleague


We sat on separate floors but I saw her all the time and we would chat quite a bit. Looking back she was always flirty. When she walked in front of me in the corridor sometimes I thought she was giving her hips an extra swing with each step, walking slower on purpose, but it could have been in my head. It was a corporate office, so she was usually in high heels, a pencil skirt and jacket.

I swear when we were working late she had a little more cleavage and that skirt was a little higher than during the day. It could have been the fact that I noticed it more in a closer environment.

After all, when I walked...

Either way, I noticed it. Everyone used IM at work. Now and then we would be chat about what we had been up to the night before or our plans for the weekend. I need someone that can handle me Me: All this crazy sex she must have be having just rolled around my mind for the next two weeks. These may sound like excuses, but I just wanted to look back at it all. At how I let it build up, how I got myself into that situation. I told myself it was just fantasy, that I was horny and exaggerating it, for the majority it probably was.

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Spending a lot of time with someone, the flirting lines blur, I guess I led her on now and then, asking her lots of questions, joking about personal stuff. I followed one of her Spotify playlists, I was the only one following it.

This stuff is all subjective, she may have done it on purpose, who knows, she may have just changed the name for no reason. I look back at myself in that situation, wishing I could reach in and slap myself with the sense to see what I was playing with. There were three of us, a couple of wines deep. There was another guy there, he had a couple of young kids and left after the first bottle, we decide to push on and try and finish the presentation.

A project that seemed so important at the time, yet now so ridiculously insignificant. We were sitting pretty close at points, going through some I want to fuck my colleague, now and then one of us would get up and write something on a whiteboard.

I could I want to fuck my colleague her and kept getting these open looks down her top. I think she had an extra button undone when she came back with the second bottle, maybe she sprayed on more perfume, either way the room got much more intense.

The actual sex was weird...

You are drawn into the chemistry, its hot, it builds then you shake it off. There were these three columns of stuff she was adding to the white board.

When she had to write at the bottom of each column she sort of stepped back and bent right over to get down there. She did that thing that women can do in heels when she arches just above her hips so her butt kind of sticks up. It was summer so she had bare legs and a reasonably short skirt. I clenched my teeth and shook it out of my head again.

I did what a lot of guys do — I want to fuck my colleague it.

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