ConnerH
Really Really Experienced
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I used to wonder if you felt the same way I do, but your passing smile and the way you look back at me after passing each other in the hall tells me you do.
Over the last few months you have started parking closer to me, sitting closer to me in meetings, and standing closer to me in the elevator even when we are alone. Sometimes as we pass you smile softly as I raise my eyebrow and smile back. Both of saying or wanting to say more than just "good morning."
Lately we can feel each other's presence. I can hear you sit up straight and act busy when I pass your desk, and I clench my teeth with need when I hear your heels clicking on the marble floors as you pass my office.
We have both grown brave in our intenions. I've noticed you stepping slower and closer to me when I hold doors open for you, and the way your walk suddenly has a suggestive sway when I'm in your line of sight. You make it hard to work. Especially when your hand brushes my arm reaching over me at the copier or coffee bar. Equally so, it appears I have the same effect when my hand grazes the small of your back guiding you into the elevator or through a door.
I wonder if your mind wanders through all the what-ifs and desires that mine does? Do you find yourself wondering what would happen if we were there alone before the office was full or after everyone goes home? Could we stand the anticipation? Where would we see each other if we were the only ones there? A hallway, breakroom, or would we dare find a reason to visit the other's desk. What then? Would you follow my lead if my hand more than grazed your lower back? Humor me a moment and think about finding ourselves in the breakroom to get coffee. Your hand brushes my arm as it usually does, and my hand touches your lower back. We pause for just a moment. You feel yourself being pulled closer to me. My hand drawing you in, but it feels like you are floating and being pulled in by an invisible string somehow anchored in your stomach. I stand next to and over you with one hand on your back the other now caressing then holding one of yours. You can't tell if the sudden temperature increase is the heat from the coffee machine, our bodies, or you blushing. I turn you to face me with both hands on your hips. You look up to me with your hands flat on my chest now. Your nude heels make you feel like you are on your toes leaning up to be kissed. My grip on your hips tighten and you bite your lip and exhale a whispering moan as your body reacts.
Is the feeling mutual? Do you have the same thoughts distracting you throughout the day?
Over the last few months you have started parking closer to me, sitting closer to me in meetings, and standing closer to me in the elevator even when we are alone. Sometimes as we pass you smile softly as I raise my eyebrow and smile back. Both of saying or wanting to say more than just "good morning."
Lately we can feel each other's presence. I can hear you sit up straight and act busy when I pass your desk, and I clench my teeth with need when I hear your heels clicking on the marble floors as you pass my office.
We have both grown brave in our intenions. I've noticed you stepping slower and closer to me when I hold doors open for you, and the way your walk suddenly has a suggestive sway when I'm in your line of sight. You make it hard to work. Especially when your hand brushes my arm reaching over me at the copier or coffee bar. Equally so, it appears I have the same effect when my hand grazes the small of your back guiding you into the elevator or through a door.
I wonder if your mind wanders through all the what-ifs and desires that mine does? Do you find yourself wondering what would happen if we were there alone before the office was full or after everyone goes home? Could we stand the anticipation? Where would we see each other if we were the only ones there? A hallway, breakroom, or would we dare find a reason to visit the other's desk. What then? Would you follow my lead if my hand more than grazed your lower back? Humor me a moment and think about finding ourselves in the breakroom to get coffee. Your hand brushes my arm as it usually does, and my hand touches your lower back. We pause for just a moment. You feel yourself being pulled closer to me. My hand drawing you in, but it feels like you are floating and being pulled in by an invisible string somehow anchored in your stomach. I stand next to and over you with one hand on your back the other now caressing then holding one of yours. You can't tell if the sudden temperature increase is the heat from the coffee machine, our bodies, or you blushing. I turn you to face me with both hands on your hips. You look up to me with your hands flat on my chest now. Your nude heels make you feel like you are on your toes leaning up to be kissed. My grip on your hips tighten and you bite your lip and exhale a whispering moan as your body reacts.
Is the feeling mutual? Do you have the same thoughts distracting you throughout the day?
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