Snowed in. (Closed for Apollo Wilde)

[CoSurvivor]

The familiar buzz of his alarm going off roused him, the sound was magnified by his phone vibrating against the wooden shelf of his headboard. Each vibration was annoying, which was the purpose, to annoy him enough to wake him up. He wasn't supposed to sleep through his alarm although the thought had crossed his mind more than a thousand times. After the fifth buzz, he reached up behind his head, grabbed his phone and swiped his thumb across its face silencing the thing. Moments later he hid back under the covers trying to ignore reality. Sooner rather than later the damn thing buzzed again.

“5:20 comes way to fucking early… ” He thought to himself, turning, he snagged the vibrating menace and looked at the time. Groaned again internally he swiped across the face of his phone and tossed it back on the shelf hoisting himself out of bed, stumbling into his bathroom. For a 5'11” 190lb man at the age of 27, he was in pretty good shape. He'd competed in a few spartan races, finished and that was something to be proud of. Looking in the mirror he spotted a few gray hairs creeping in at his temples, but his brown hair was all there, his blue eyes were now framed by glasses, he'd held out as long as he could before getting them, but his family's trait of poor eyesight finally caught up to him.

Chris Meyer was not a morning person, he hated mornings but he'd forced himself to adapt and 'became' a morning person due to his responsibilities at his job. IT was an unforgiving industry, if you didn't stay 10 steps ahead you were behind the eightball, and right now his employer was more like twenty. Which was why this weekend's upgrade was so important. He had to get to work, get started on the upgrade and get home before the snow socked in the city. The forecast said snow accumulation wouldn't be more than a few inches, and that wouldn't start till after midnight. Or so they said.

Chris finally got out of his house at 5:50, plenty of time to beat traffic, get down to the office and get everything done. He was dressed casually, in IT nobody really cared, and it being Friday, all the more reason not to dress up. So, wearing blue jeans, a khaki Chamios button-down shirt under an orange down jacket he stepped into his garage. His 10-year-old, well-loved Leather work boots clomped against the garage floor. getting in his 2012 Durango Chris started her up, backed out of his garage and started the drive to work.

A little more than 30 minutes later he parked and made his way into Olympus Industries, a smaller tech company dealing in security software and made his way to the small closet-like office he had on the 3rd floor near the server rooms. With the door shut behind him, he looked at his monitor and noticed the sticky note. “Backups” and his blood pressure shot up immediately. Logging in he noticed the first of three email that had come in this morning on his way into work. Reading the header, he could hear Howard's smarmy voice in his ears as he read his email.

“Hey Chris, I know you are in the office today so figured I'd ask you to do me a favor before your upgrades, Back up systems, it shouldn't take you but a few hours. Thanks.. catch you next week.

- Howie

“Fuck you, Howard. That was supposed to be 'YOUR' job..”

He knew the man well, he'd been picking up after him for months. Didn't help that 'Howie' was best friends with his boss, so any complaints would get dismissed. Howard knew it wouldn't take a couple of hours... more like six hours. Only then could he start on what he came in for. God damn this day sucked… He could do this remote, but he had to make sure it kicked off locally… and with the weather and the backup power supply and off-site cloud, he knew they had protection if the local backups failed. But.. he'd be here into the night.

He set on getting things done, getting prepped for the weekend. At about 12 noon he received a phone call from his boss Garret, to check in on progress.

“Hey Chris, how's the upgrade?”

“I haven't started yet since Howard didn't do the backups last night” Chris replied, with a not so subtle amount of frustration in his voice.

“But that should've only taken a few hours?”

“That's if you are just doing the main servers.. not including the databases..”

“Oh, shit..well... it's coming down out there, they say the 'dusting' we are supposed to get is a whole lot more. So get your ass home and remote in. Rather have you at home safe and remote in versus stuck there waiting for the weather to clear out.”

Chris felt a little relieved that his boss agreed Howard had screwed him, and actually cared enough to tell him to get home.

“Will do, but I've got to make sure everything is ready.”

“I know you are thorough, but just think about what you can do from home. Alright? No hero shit.”

“Right… no hero shit.” He knew what Garret meant by not trying to be a hero because, in the end, nobody would notice.

--- 6 pm ---

Chris opened his office door jacket in hand, he'd finished what he knew would kick off and the rest he could do remotely. With a bit of confidence, Chris figured he was set, so long as the power didn't go out. He'd slog through the snow, get home and finish the rest over few glasses of Jameson. He rounded the corner from his office and looked out the windows. His heart sank.

“So much for driving home...”

Staring out at the parking lot it was near white-out conditions. He could barely see his Durango, the black vehicle was covered in at least six maybe eight inches of snow. He couldn't tell if anyone else was dumb enough to have stayed so late. But he thought it best to check the 3rd floor and then see about finding somewhere comfortable to hunker down. The staff room...might be a good place he thought. At least there would be a TV he could watch this mess from.

It was going to be a long, lonely weekend.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Raking her thick brown hair away from her face, Dawn Egan sighed. Adjusted her glasses, and glanced over at her comically large tea cup. The white rim was stained a rose gold from her lip gloss, still holding a bit of a gold sparkle under the dull office lights.

If she looked at these numbers one more time, she was going to go cross-eyed.

When she’d taken this job three years back, it seemed like the perfect gig. It wasn’t customer facing (she’d had enough people screaming at her to last a lifetime, thank you very much), and the phone work was minimal. She could throw on a pleasant voice (pitching it up an octave or two higher, suggesting the giggly girl next door instead of the cynical 30 something she was) for a few minutes at a time, but largely, she was left to her own devices, putting together training presentations and, well, training.

But that was before she got burned out. Before she was constantly volun-told that she needed to do things, before she basically got half of the department’s work dumped on her. So it seemed like she stayed later and later, or just flat out took her laptop home. There was beginning to be no difference between working and not working - case in point, it was so quiet in the office that large sections had gone dark because no one was moving. And here she was, still tapping away, cold tea in her equally cold mug, stocking feet bundled under her because no one was there and so she could take off her boots and pad around barefoot if she damn well pleased.

“Okay,” she said, clearly more to herself than anyone else. At this point, with her being the only person in the office, it was just her and her music. “Okay, unicorn,” she said, with a wry grin, to the ceramic unicorn knick knack on her desk, “I’m going to finish this last spreadsheet and then I’m calling it, because goddamn.” Enough was enough - “But I’m going to go heat up my tea first,” and she pushed out her chair as she stood. Stretched her arms up towards the ceiling, stifling a mighty yawn.

Though the third floor was one of the most “coveted” floors in the company, if you were smack dab in the middle of the sea of cubicles, the windows didn’t really do much for you. And when the lights were on, the daylight was secondary. She often joked that she didn’t know what the sun looked like anymore.

She stopped, dead center, in the hall between the cubicles. Outside, the world was a field of white. And not the “Oh, it’s snowing, how quaint!” white. No, like, “This is the end of the world in ice and snow” white. She could barely make out the tops of cars. Her face fell. Then, instinct kicked in. “I’m not gonna panic,” she breathed. “It’s probably not that bad.”

Yeah, right.

She grumbled, and walked towards the window, tea cup still in hand. And bumped her forehead against the icy glass. The chill slipped from her forehead, ran fingers down her cheeks. This is what I get for not listening to the news before staying late, she mused to herself. Well, there was a TV in the rec room - not too far from where she was. While she was heating up her tea, she could see how long this was forecasted to last, and hey, she would still be on the clock. Overtime central. Maybe she’d have enough on this check to buy those boots she wanted.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Chris walked back to his desk, dropped off his bag and jacket. He'd thought about calling Garret and letting him know he was socked in, but the reality was, there was nothing Garret could do for him. He'd instead simply have to keep an eye on things from here. So, he decided to take his laptop wiith him to the 3rd floor staff room. The place was at least comfortable.

stepping out of his office he looked both ways, then noticed a familiar athletic figure in front of him, "No... Brandon wouldn't have made her come in? would he? " Chris was thinking to himself.

Chris called out, not too loud, as he'd obviously startle her, that would be unavoidable he figured. Who'd expect anyone else to be crazy enough to be here... in this.

"Dawn.... Hey... what are you doing here late?"

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Without her giant headphones on, she wasn't as easily scared. Still, Chris's voice made her jump a little, and she turned away from the microwave to look at him. She laughed, nervously, then let out a long sigh.

"You scared the hell out of me. And, well," she gestured to the window and the snow collecting outside. "That sort of makes it hard to leave. It's my own fault, though. I got caught up in this project. Story of my life."

The ding of the microwave sounded like heaven. She grinned, still a bit nervous, and gestured absently to the microwave. "Well, there's my tea..." She rolled the last word about in her mouth. She didn't really know Chris - she'd seen him around, he'd fixed her shitty laptop once. They'd made small talk in the past, but generally didn't seem to move around in the same social circles at work. Made sense; the IT guys kind of kept to themselves.

"So..."

 

[CoSurvivor]

Chris raised his laptop. "Working...I came in early to try and get a head start on the server upgrades for this weekend. Someone didn't get their work done yesterday, so they left it to me. And that put me back till noon. But, I can't entirely blame them. Garret warned me at noon that things were not looking good. I should've listened to him."

As Dawn retrieved her tea, Chris looked around staff lounge. The CEO had at least believed in creating a comfortable staff space away from their cubes, or their offices. The space had a couple of TV's, two massive couches which looked like Chris could stretch out on. He hadn't planned on sleeping on the floor of his office, he'd thought of heading to the CEO's office and sleeping on his couch, but the staff room would be perfect.

Besides the couches it had a small kitchenette, and a Foosball table. a few vending machine and junk drawer full of snacks. So he wouldn't be starving.

Chris had always thought Dawn was attractive, they'd never worked together really but before he'd joined the server team he'd been on desktop, fixed her dinosaur of a laptop and put in a requisition for a new one for her. Maybe it was his way of trying to make her feel appreciated, since he knew her boss was a bit of a slave driver...

Setting his laptop down on one of couches with a thump, he reached over for the remotes that were set on the corner end table, he said out loud.

"Well, shall we see what the news has to say..."

Flipping from HGTV to the weather channel he caught the scroll bar listing their city, with record snowfall. Chris turned up the volume a little and listened to what they had to say as the screen showed most of the highways and major roads completely empty, a few cars were stuck, covered in snow.

"Looks like record snow fall. It started a lot earlier than anyone had expected. Looks like they are expecting at least 24 inches by 10 pm with heavier snow fall overnight. Probably looking at 3 feet of accumulation, with more coming Saturday and Sunday. This, is a full on blizzard folks.. so don't plan on going anywhere unless you absolutely have to."

Chris watched the screen as pictures of the snow fall kept coming in with totals growing. He glanced over at Dawn with a look of resignation on his face.

"Looks like we're in for the long haul. Do you need to call anyone?"

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“Well, fuck," she said, blandly, as the news announced her deepest fear. Wasn’t bad enough that she was stuck tonight: more like she’d be stuck all weekend. Quickly, she did a mental run through of the snacks she had at her desk: tea, oatmeal, cans of soup, various odds and ends - candy, cough drops.

Taking a long sip of tea, she sighed into her cup, sending billows of steam to mildly fog off her glasses. She hadn’t thought to take them off. They weren’t prescription: they cut down on the glare of the screen and had slight magnification. But now, not in front of the computer, they were screwing with her depth perception. She took them off and set them on a nearby counter, now using her free hand to rub at the bridge of her nose.

She seemed lost in thought until he’d asked her about needing to call. “Nope,” she replied, popping the “p” in a juicy way. So what if it made her sound desperate - she was too exasperated at her own stupidity in being caught in this position to begin with to give any more fucks. Well, that should have been clear with how she was dressed. In her department, a desperate boost to morale had come by way of random pizza parties, pot lucks, cook offs, and team builders. It was all a load of horse shit, but hey, if her boss thought that “Pajama day” would be better incentive for grown ass men and women to enjoy their jobs than a pay raise, whatever. It’d given her an excuse not to be super fancy.

Most of the time she slept naked (wouldn’t that be hilarious, just showing up in her winter coat and boots!), but to humor the whole situation, she’d worn baggy, fleecy pale blue pants patterned with white and pink unicorns, and a second skin thermal top, in a feminine candy pink that sported a rainbow unicorn across the right breast. Completing the look were fuzzy, thick purple socks patterned with, guess what? Unicorns. It’d come off as slightly juvenile if it wasn’t ironically cute on her. Daddy’s little princess with curves.

“Well,” another sigh from her, “I guess this’ll count as overtime to a certain extent.” She turned to face him now, resting her butt against the counter and crossing her legs daintily at the ankle. “But between you and me, I’m totally taking a vacation as soon as I can get the fuck out of here.” She smiled, the expression lighting up her dark face.

It could have been worse, she mused to herself. She could have been stuck with that insufferable fuckwad Howard. The man was a goddamn walking HR violation: he was always hanging around their floor, looking to “help” any of the new, fresh out of college and equally fresh faced girls that their department seemed to inhale and chew up. Since Dawn was well over the age of 21, she didn’t register on his (or generally, much to her chagrin, anyone else’s) radar. Which usually meant that Chris was the one ending up helping her. Worked out for the better, in her opinion. He was much easier on the eyes, and when she caught one of his rare, shy smiles, she felt like giggling.

“By the way, thanks for trying to help me with my old shitbox laptop,” she suddenly said, locking eyes with him. “I don’t think I ever got around to saying that, by the way. So, you know. Better late than never, right?”

 

[CoSurvivor]

"I think after last night's fiasco, Howard is probably going to finally get written up. The man certainly has his priorities screwed up and doesn't understand the word 'NO'. Frankly, I think after his issues with Francesca, the young temp from accounting he's going to have a run in with HR in a big way. She's actually related to the CEO's cousin. The way Garret explained it to me when she was hired on, not because she was truly qualified, but because of her family connection. Oh... the things we do for family."

Chris admired Dawn's frankness, it was refreshing to hear that someone else thought Howard was a piece of shit, but he had his hands tied, as the new guy on the team. If he said anything he'd look like he was trying to sink his boss before his 90-day review and that wouldn't go over well. He was, however, thankful that Dawn had remembered he'd fixed that poor excuse for a laptop she had. Chris gave her a genuine smile and gave his best, humble reply.

"Thanks, although I also asked Lisa in purchasing to look into getting you a replacement. Your laptop is about 2 cycles behind getting replaced. It should've been taken care of last year. But... like with everything else around here we're always behind, especially since marketing gets all the cash anyway. So... I hope they get you a new one."

A wry thought came into his mind, and he gave Dawn a bit of a mischevious smile. It would be bending policy. SERIOUSLY bending policy but there might be a way to give Dawn something that might cheer her up.

"I can't help with the vacation time, but I do know where the new laptops are stored... we could... procure one for you... I'd have to look at a few things but... I might be able to get it done...Before this whole weekend is over, hopefully, I can get you a laptop that at least you can take with you and work remotely, not worrying if the battery will die on you. "

Being this close to Dawn was sort of trying his nerves. Chris has always thought Dawn was stunning, he'd always been attracted to her but had never dreamed of saying something. He'd never do it for a number of reasons, namely he liked his job, and he didn't like to mix business with pleasure. Although he'd never dated anyone who he'd worked with, he'd seen some work, and others that failed miserably. The possibility that she'd be interested in him was.... well not something he considered simply because well who thought the IT guys were worthwhile. Most in the department were quiet guys who did their jobs and went home. They did have Howard, who thought the 3rd floor was his own personal hunting ground, but he was an exception. If they survived this weekend together, without getting frustrated with one another, he 'might' say something... Oh, who was he fooling? He had no chance with a woman like her.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“Ha!” she snorted, surprisingly loud in the quiet room. “About time. I would LOVE to see that shitbag handed his walking papers. He’s a damn predator. You should hear about some of the crap he tries pulling with the new girls. And he’s so fucking transparent about it, too.” Dimly, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she shouldn’t be swearing so much in front of a guy that she hadn’t had a full conversation with, but, hell. No one else was there, and she wanted to be herself. “And you don’t have to tell me about Francesca - I’ve heard plenty from Helen. You know us girls,” and she gave him a sly grin.

Though Dawn didn't have a reputation for being an office gossip, she was well connected. Her reputation was more along the lines of “unsociable” and “difficult to get to know” - and that was people being charitable. The more her disgust grew with the job, the more she cut down on the “social” time. All she wanted nowadays was to go in, do her job, and leave. But of course, for even something as simple as that, she couldn’t have.

“Maybe if they actually get rid of the guy, you’ll move up,” and she lifted her tea cup up to him meaningfully. “I mean, not like I know you all that well, but honestly, you seem super competent to me. And trust me, normally our IT department is the absolute worst. It’s ridiculous,” she set down her cup now, crossing her arms languidly over her chest. “Howard’s just another jerk off in a long line of them. The other ones were at least a little more discreet. Since he’s been here so long, I guess he just thought he had the keys to the castle.”

Sighing, she shrugged now. “But what can you do?” In her socked feet, she moved silently over to him. Her gaze flickered to the TV, then back to him. Ugh. He was so cute. It was hard not to be all too aware of being in her pajamas next to him, fully dressed. And how sweet of him not to mention anything about it. The IT department was lucky enough to generally be left out of all of the “morale boosting” nonsense.

At the mention of the laptop, she laughed out loud. “Don’t worry about it, if it might get you in trouble. I mean, I’ve been dealing with that piece of crap for long enough. From what I heard, Lisa’s apparently trying to get the whole department updated, but you know, it’s always the ‘budget’,” she said with air quotes to punctuate “budget,” “So, you know. And about the vacation thing - I haven’t gone in months. I’ve got plenty of time saved up. Pretty sure if they give me flack about it after being snowed in all weekend and being productive, that’s got to be some sort of HR violation. Or something. Mind if I sit?” She gestured to the empty spot next to him. Granted, there was a ton of space on the couch - she could have sat anywhere, but, well, he was there, and she was feeling a little chilly.

Plus, well, he was cute.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, being snowed in. She could find out more about him - and maybe get over the whole “wanting to giggle every time he smiled” thing. “What’s your favorite mythical creature? Pretty sure it’s obvious what mine is,” and she gestured to her pajamas.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Chris openly laughed, he could feel his heart racing a little higher as Dawn grew closer, the pajamas she had on were cute, in more than a few ways. From head to toe she looked like the 'girl next door' who you'd invite over on a cold winter night to watch horror movies or binge watch something off the internet. while you sipped your favorite adult beverage, wine, hot chocolate and peppermint schnapps..endless possibilities. He thought to himself, she's wearing 'this' to work, but what is she wearing underneath? And what does she wear at home? Would she wear something simple but sexy? Maybe just a matching set of Calvin Klein bra & panties that accentuate her curves? The PJ's were adorable, and on Dawn, sexy, that's for sure. His more juvenile brain part of him wondered if she was wearing anything at all underneath? Staring at her chest to see if she was would be obvious, and obviously creepy, Last thing he wanted was to scare off the only company he'd have all weekend by checking out her boobs within the first 10 minutes they spent together. Besides, she's at work stupid! She's not going to show up to work wearing not wearing a bra.

At Dawn's request to sit down, Chris nodded and motioned to the spot on the couch next to him.

"I'll say it's a good thing Howard is on vacation. Had he seen you wearing your PJ's today, who knows what he'd have said. Although I can surmise it would be something smarmy along the line of 'have you seen a 'real' unicorn?' And can you imagine what he'd be wearing? Probably silk pajamas straight out of Hugh Hefner's closet. Daring every girl in sight to 'feel' how silky they were.. Chris shook himself slightly trying to rid himself of the visual of Howard parading around the 3rd floor with an unlit cigar in hand checking out all the ladies. He shook again and decided that was the last time he'd allow Howard to enter his thoughts. " I do appreciate the thought but even if Howard is canned, there's a few people ahead of me before I get any sort of promotion."

Why did he do that? Why did he have to take her compliment, and twist it into something self deprecating? Was it his shyness around Dawn? Surely it wasn't his personal self confidence at work. Around most people in the company he was pretty damn well sure of his abilities. Outside of the office though, he'd always had mild self confidence issues around women. It had to be his subtle attraction to her, making himself seem humble, when there was no need for it. She was kind, and her smile said that she wanted to be here. Not that she wanted to be stuck here, but to be 'here' in the room with him. He found that surprisingly reassuring, Dawn had divulged info about herself, now was his turn.

"My favorite mythical creature? Oh, I think I was probably partial to the whole dark ages, swords and sorcery bit as a kid. I remember seeing the cover to one of the original D&D manuals that my oldest cousin had. It had this massive red dragon on it. So,as a kid I always thought they were pretty cool."

"Honestly about the morale stuff, Garret tells us most of the time, and normally says it's optional. So given the option of going to an event where most of the departments could care less to see you most opt out. Especially with what Marketing tried to do last time, they had a casino night, that they went through with even though the CFO got exposed for gambling at the Wynn in Las Vegas with investors, and they lost big.. Yea.. that went over real well."

Looking at Dawn, he spoke confidently, "We'll make the best of this, I mean we'll stick together, raid the liquor cabinet in the executive offices and have a camp out. I'm sure we can make ourselves comfortable in here, I'm pretty sure there's enough food and stuff in this room to keep us fed. By no means do we have to stay here, so if you want to go down to marketing on two, check out their spread and raid their supplies we can."

Thumbing back toward his office, Chris said, "Besides, I know where all the keys are."

That made him think, they are gonna be here for a few days, what would they use for blankets, would the two of them stay warm? Would the electronic temperature system keep the heat on? or would it lower it to conserve energy? He'd have to call Garret sooner or later and ask.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

When he laughed, her smile only grew wider, kindness seeping into the corners. “So he CAN laugh,” she said, somewhat triumphantly. Not that Chris wandered the halls with a sad expression, but his smiles were rare. “I didn’t think the IT guys were capable of that thing called humor. Too much interfacing with machines.” It was a terrible joke and she knew it - but she was hoping to get another warm reaction out of him. Might as well make friends, since she was probably going to be in it for the long haul with him.

She sat down next to him, though not so close as to make him uncomfortable. “I didn’t think that IT went in with the whole ‘raising morale’ thing that our department seems to be subject to. Though I guess it would make sense for it to be company wide as we’re pushing into the holidays!” On the last part of her sentence, she pitched up her voice and bunched up her shoulders, feigning excitement. “And next week is the hot chocolate contest! Isn’t that just grand?” Rolling her eyes, she settled back into the couch with a dramatic sigh. “And the way all of this works is that of course we have to do it on our breaks - god forbid that we sneak any company time away to actually participate in these mandatory things. It’s crap. I’m trying so hard to find another gig, you have no idea.”

Leaning back, she folded her arms above her head.

“Red dragons, huh? I’m going to have to remember that,” she added. “But yeah - I remember hearing about the casino night. Didn’t have anything to do with us - and I’m sure you’ve noticed there’s like, tension between all of the departments. We’re treated like the red-headed stepchildren because we don’t bring money in, so you know Lisa had a good cackle when Marketing got in trouble. Not like it meant any more money or help for us.”

A natural lull in the conversation, and Dawn gave him a shy glance out of the corner of her eye. Then he spoke about being prepared, and she laughed. “I dunno about raiding the liquor cabinets. I didn’t even think about that. Truth to tell, I just try to come in, do my job, focus on this shitbag department and go home. But I know I’ve got soup, oatmeal, actually good tea and not the shit tea that they give us here all at my desk. But if the power goes out, I might be in trouble. I’m not exactly dressed to wade through snow, and the blankets at my desk aren’t heavy enough to do a whole hell of a lot. But you seem to be pretty prepared. Were you a boy scout?”

The last said with a playful note - she leaned a bit closer, but again, not enough to really close the gap. After all, he was still a relative stranger. Small talk wasn’t a particular strong point for her, and she was beginning to get a bit nervous.

Of course, it would be the worse possible time for the news to prattle on: “Just in - some areas that are experiencing heavy snow fall are reporting power outages. In the case of a power outage, please have flashlights and candles ready.”

She grimaced. “Well, I guess that makes it a very real possibility. Looks like we may get real close,” her smile was nervous, but attempting to be reassuring. Not like she wasn’t dying to get the man out of his jacket and see what lay underneath. The girls had a betting pool about the IT Guys - who were hunks, who had total dad bods, who was the freak of the week, who was painfully vanilla. And every new bet, Chris was always at the top for “Secret Stud.” Sure, some of it was wishful thinking, since the only thing she’d really seen of him were his hands, but sometimes, if she squinted, she thought that there might be the promise of an amazing ass and thighs under those work pants.

 

[CoSurvivor]

In mock disapproval, Chris smiled back to her, "I can laugh... I do laugh.. I think.." He gave a quizzical look at her and spoke again. "This weekend I'll have to bring you back to the pit of misery. See what you think of our little dungeon, you might be surprised. It was the inside joke between Chris, Garret, and two of the other IT guys Alex and Brian. "It's a joke... you know the new beer commercials where one guy escapes from the dungeon and returns with beer? We always laugh saying that we have the keys to escape, and often do, but we end up returning every day."

He thought back for a moment and looked over at Dawn, "You'd be surprised, on my first day on the server team, I fucked up bad, I mean I almost corrupted an entire database and thankfully we caught it before I caused some real damage. It was embarrassing. But Garret saw the humor in it and on my return to the office the next day he had a picture of the 'black knight' from Monty Python taped to my monitor with the caption "Only a flesh wound..' It actually made it easier to feel like I'd made the right decision to apply."

His comments about the success he was having in his own department made him feel almost guilty to hear she hated working there now. Maybe after this weekend she might find another opportunity somewhere. He never believed in staying at a place where you hated what you did, it reflected in your work, and in how you approached your job. "Honestly, I'm sorry to hear things are rough in your department. We pretty much get pegged as a black hole as well but that's IT, and.. well oh nevermind..." They could talk about how shitty this place was, and crab about how much Howard was a dick, but he didn't want that to monopolize their conversation.

Chris listened to Dawn talk, her voice was beautiful, she was stunning, and when she raised her arms above her head he thought he might catch sight of her stomach, but didn't let his eyes venture too far south. She commented about his 'preparedness' and he chuckled again, "No, no boy scout here, never made it beyond being a Cub Scout. Only problem with being prepared, is it's out in my truck. much good it does in here. That's kinda why I was suggesting we head down to the second floor, see what marketing has in their closets. we might find blankets we could use. I have a few things in my office, but beyond some energy bars, a bag of popcorn and coffee I'm pretty much in the same boat."

With her attention drawn to the TV, Chris watched her eyes, and for whatever reason, moved closer to her as well, sitting next to her, maybe an inch apart. As the news anchor made her comments about possible power outages due to the storm, Chris could sense some innate need to be a calming voice in this situation. He took her hand in his, the smooth skin of her hand warmed him in a way he wasn't sure how to describe, there was a certain electricity there, an attraction he'd not felt in quite some time. In a calming voice, Chris talked, smiling as he tried to reassure Dawn.

"Power outage or no, we'll figure it out. We won't freeze to death in here if that's what worries you...The one thing they did right when Olympus took over the building was build in and upgrade the emergency generator for the building. If there is power outage, only the essential systems will keep on, the data center will probably be the warmest place for us to stay. That's IF we have a problem.. we'll lose the TV's and the creature comforts, but so long as you don't turn on every light in the place, or leave your hair dryer on we should be ok."

He was about 98% certain of what he'd just said, Garret had told him about the backup systems and the generator when he'd gotten the position. He just hoped that Murphy didn't show up and make him look like a complete liar.

"So.. turning our attention to somewhere else, once we get out of this blizzard, where are you gonna go on vacation?"

The thought of seeing Dawn in a flower print two piece string bikini with a margarita in one hand, her other holding her sandals smiling at him was a thought worthy of distraction. a slight fuzz ran down his back, a slight physical manifestation that his attraction to her was more than just thoughts. His cock stirred at the idea of kissing her.. pushing her back into the sofa and pulling up her shirt to find out how large the aureola of her breasts were.

"Calm down." Last thing he wanted was for Dawn to think he wanted to ravage her right there on the couch.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“ ‘Pit of Misery’, he says,” she said lightly, with a slight scrunching of her nose. “Sounds like you’re describing my department. But sure. If we’re gonna be stuck here for a while, might as well go through all of the little hidden stashes and see what treasures we’ll find.” Her face lit up with mischief as she thought about it. If Chris had the proverbial keys to the castle, why not poke around? It’s not like she had anything better to do.

“IT’s the unsung heroes.” She shifted to face him. The couches were ridiculously comfortable, and it was easy to sink into them. Since she was starting to talk to him more, her nerves were starting to ease. Getting comfortable, she drew a leg underneath her, her knee bumping against his. Leaning causally against the back of the couch, her body seemed to sink into the cushions of the couch enticingly. “But you guys aren’t known to be the most social in the world. You’re never at our ridiculous morale boosters…you’re kept in a different office….You only show up when there’s a problem. Well, except for Howard, but whatever.”

When he took her hand in his, her eyes glanced up to his. She held his gaze for a few moments, as if she was trying to figure something out. Well. It certainly felt like this attraction wasn’t one sided, but who would be the one to break it? All she wanted to do now was lean forward, take off those glasses, and slide her hands under all of those layers. To see if he was as firm as he looked. And, well, to collect on the betting pool. Actually…

She was derailed when he asked about the vacation. Blinking as if startled, she laughed. “Oh, somewhere warm for sure. I absolutely hate the winter. I’m a summer girl - maybe cause my birthday’s in the summer. But I also love the beach. I’ve been wanting to do a good beach trip for a while. Not a cruise or anything. Man. A dream trip for me would be like…going to Tahiti and staying in one of those off shore huts on the water. And, by the way,” she leaned forward, tapping his nose. It was a gamble, she knew it, but this close, why not? “I’m not worried at all. Two bodies can keep a lot warmer than one body.”

Smiling, she settled back into the couch, feeling heat spread in her chest. “How about you? Anyone to call?” Her following look was careful, under the long fringe of her eyelashes. It’d be a subtle way of checking if he was attached. A quick scan of his hands didn’t show a wedding ring, but that wasn’t a sure bet. And she wasn’t about to start anything without that certainty.

 

[CoSurvivor]

The finger to his nose, and her comment without a doubt made it clear, at least to Chris, that Dawn was interested in him. if anything because of the weather, and because of the situation. Would she still be attracted to him when the weekend was over? He wasn't sure of that.

Something made him hesitate in making a comment to her own, then she followed it up with another question.

“How about you? Anyone to call?”

Chris just shook his head slowly in finality. "No, parents and bosses don't count. My parents live on the west coast so they probably would want me to call and at least let them know I'm ok. But as far as 'someone'.. no. That ended about six months ago."

He'd dived deep into work after that. It had been a long-term thing, but his ex-girlfriend left him after he refused to quit his and go into CrossFit full time. It just wasn't for him. So, she'd ditched him, and moved to San Diego. It hurt then and it hurt now. but Dawn's teasing flirtations were easing the memories.

Squeezing Dawn's hand one last time he gave her an agreeing nod, "They do say though, if you are cold, you should share body heat to stay warm."

"I've never been outside of the states, for any real extended period of time. I was invited down to Baja to watch the races down there but decided not to go, and regret it. But your Tahiti idea sounds fantastic."

He imagined her in one of those cabana's absolutely naked, her bikini hanging from a hook, laying out on a massive bed pleasuring herself. the thought was erotic... but a private enough thought that he'd keep it to himself. He did notice that he was getting warm, either because of their friendly flirtations or his own erotic thoughts, but he decided, if he was going to be stuck there with her, he may as well get comfortable.

"You know since we're gonna be here for a while I may as well get comfortable."

He stood up, kicked off his boots and set them aside. Next, he unbuttoned his thick button-down shirt. He was wearing a black long sleeved thermal t-shirt underneath and untucked it from his jeans. Turning, he folded the tan button-down shirt neatly and tossed it on top of his boots.

With an audible thump, Chris sat back down on the couch next to Dawn."There, much better. So, shall we stay here for a while? see what more reports are on the weather? Or shall we go see if we can collect a few things before it gets too late? I've got flashlights in my office which we can retrieve just in case the power does go out."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Oh.

Well.

Her face crumpled, just for a moment. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” But really, she wasn’t. And she hoped that her voice sounded the least bit convincing. “Break ups are rough.” A deep breath, a quick flick of her tongue across her lips. “But I think dating is even harder. I can’t remember the last time I went on a date.” Okay, well, maybe that would make her sound undesirable, maybe even desperate, but it was the truth. With her work schedule, it didn’t leave a lot of down time for socializing, and being an introvert didn’t help matters. In a sea of girls, perfectly poised and prepped for endless selfies and breathless descriptions of life, she could hardly compare.

Listening to him describe his limited vacation options, she nodded. “I like to travel whenever I can - though I haven’t been to any of the like, big name places.” She scooted closer to him, her thigh pressed firmly against his. How about that for body heat?

“I’ve gone on a cruise to Mexico - Cozumel, and been to Jamaica. I’d love to get to Thailand. But it’s a combination of trying to save up the money and the vacation time, though it’s the vacation time that’s honestly harder to come by. Tahiti’s a pipe dream,” she added, with a dramatic sigh. “It’s incredibly expensive for how remote it is. But you know, maybe one day for a birthday trip, I’ll just throw caution to the wind and go. Life is short.”

Moving to allow him to get up and get more comfortable, her eyes quickly darted to the lines of his stomach as he pulled off his overcoat. His thermal had ridden up just a bit with the motion, offering her a tantalizing glimpse of his stomach, a faint trail of dark hair under his navel. Under the voluminous folds of her pajama pants, she could felt her sex clench. Yeah, she could certainly think of a few ways that they could keep warm. It was a pretty sluttish train of thought - she could at least recognize that - but hey, she was in her head, and no harm, no foul. It HAD been a while since she had a good fuck.

When he spoke, she blinked, coming out of her trance. He was talking about what they should do. What they should realistically do - not what would be FUN to do.

Sighing, she shifted in her seat. Might as well get started. “It might be in our best interests to get whatever supplies we can now.” She scooted forward, and put her socked feet on the floor. “Better safe than sorry, right?”

 

[CoSurvivor]

When Dawn moved, pressing her thigh against his leg, he gave her a smile and listened to her stories about where she'd been where she wants to go and the pipe dream she had about Tahiti. He loved the snow and all the romantic stupidity that came along with it. At least that's what he kept telling himself each time he caught a silly Christmas movie on the Hallmark channel. The thought of romance in a snow-covered villa forcing two people who'd otherwise hate each other into forging a bond was... appealing. He could easily imagine himself telling Dawn how thankful he was that it was her he was stuck with out of all the people in the entire company. What a mushy sap he was really.. Eh, she'd either think he was cute, which would be like telling someone they just want to be your 'friend' or she'd think he was a bit weird. Instead, he talked about her dream of Tahiti and encouraged her.

"It's only a dream if you allow it to be."

He paused, then comtinued,

"I dreamed for years about no longer working on desktop computers and getting inundated with trouble tickets he could never truly catch up on. I grew so sick of having a mountain unappreciative users berate me when they broke their computers.I remember one asshole who told me it was my fault that his PC was fried. 'Oh yes, it's my fault you put a floppy disk from 1985 in a CD Rom drive.' He laughed for a moment, then stopped, "Sorry.. but you just can't fix stupid sometimes."

looking sideways at Dawn he smiled. "Don't worry that's never you, never will be you."

Thinking about where to go first he put his hand on her thigh, feeling the soft fabric of her pajama pants, thoughts of slipping his hand closer to her crotch, seeking the heat of her, wondering what she sounds like when she moans in pleasure. He'd try to find the drawstring, then kneel in front of her, untying it with his teeth. Instead, he buried those thoughts deep. Chris moved, stood up before Dawn could and reached for her hand.

"Well retrieve the flashlights in my office then see what marketing has. I know they had a big push a few years ago to promote Olympus by selling these really thick fleece blankets with the company logo on them. There could be a few other things down there too from their promotions over the years."

Chris, lead the way back to his office, near the server room, a double door room, but they'd have to go past one of the major intersections and would have a bird's eye view of the weather outside. As they approached the intersection the brightness of the white snow illuminated the whole area inside the building due to the floor to ceiling windows. At the intersection, Chris felt like a moth, attracted to a bug light. He had to look.

"Holy Shit..."

The view of the blizzard outside was awe-inspiring and also a bit terrifying. The wind and snow were blowing so hard it was a true white out condition.Try as he might, Chris couldn't see his Durango anymore. Just standing there, and they were nearly in the middle of the floor, not even close to the windows, Chris could feel the cold seeped through the windows, and got a bit of a chill standing there. Grasping Dawn's hand, he looked at her, and instinctively out of a sort of survival instinct, drew her close.

"I'm not a religious person... but thank god we're not out there in that... I'm glad I'm stuck in here.. with you."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

His hand on her thigh was a brief touch of heat. Encouraging, but not enough for her to make the first move. Logic screamed in her ear - she barely knew the guy. Sure, he seemed nice enough, and what she’d seen of his body was absolutely mouth watering (though how much of that was an overactive imagination versus the reality, who knew), but that was hardly enough to just throw herself at the guy. So what if she was hard up? He was a coworker, too - and if things went sideways, she’d have to see him every day.

So, taking a deep breath, she let it out, and took his hand, standing. It was, after all, more important to try and figure out how they’d get through this. The thought became all the more pressing as they passed by the window. She actually stopped in her tracks, gawking, at the blanket of white outside. A thin snarl of fear snaked through her stomach - before she swallowed it back. There was no point in being afraid - okay, yeah, admitting she was scared was a good thing, but not to the point of it hampering her thought process. Okay. All of that snow was terrifying. But the reality was that they were in a massive office building, and so far, there wasn’t any fear of windows breaking or anything along those lines. They were trapped, and at least they had way of contacting people.

For the time being.

Then, she was drawn into him, and she blinked, looking up at him. He was about a head taller than her, and his body was warm and solid next to her. She resisted the urge to do anything more than rest her head, albeit briefly, against his chest.

“Yeah, no kidding. It’d be a hell of a lot worse to be caught on the roads in that. Actually,” and she squirmed in his arms a bit, “We should probably call people and let them know where we are. I mean, I don’t have anyone worrying about me, but I mean at least management, so they know that there are people here. And that way, once the roads are clear, people will be out looking for us. Or at least know we’re here.”

 

[CoSurvivor]

Chris could feel her close to him, he allowed his hand to drift dangerously close to her waist. He subtly touched the hem of her shirt, tempted to lift it and touch her soft skin below. Instead.. he thought to her comment and knew they needed to at least let someone know they were stuck there. Chris nodded agreed. "Come on, we'll get the flashlights and call from my office."

Her closeness, the attraction that had been boiling in his mind for ages was starting to come to the surface, his cock was starting to stir..and if he wasn't careful it would make it rather obvious that he wanted to get his hands inside her PJ's..

Leading the way, Chris took Dawn's hand and reached the doorway to the server room. He swiped his badge against a little black box next to the door as a little green light appeared and the familiar 'beep' granted access. Holding the door for Dawn, he stole a long look at her ass, and let the door swing closed behind them. Pointing the way, he trailed her as they walked around a corner into a room that had been sectioned off into 5 workspaces. On one side of the room was a long clear, glass window. Beyond were two long rows with multiple data racks on them. The floor to the server room was elevated, and the temperature was a few degrees cooler than it had been elsewhere in the building. There was also a measurable hum that resonated through the entire room as if massive fans were blowing through that room. Nodding to the massive towers, Chris said "Literally, that's the brain of the building. Olympus Industries basically breathes in that room. Well, at least what we do in this building. We're in the process of making sure our backups in a separate location are set up correctly. That's what I came in for. So if what we have going on this weekend took down the data center here, we'd lose maybe..maybe 10 minutes of info. Thankfully everything is working as it's supposed to."

Pointing at the desk where an orange jacket and backpack had been tossed on the floor, Chris picked up his jacket and put it on the back of the chair. "This is mine..." His desk was mostly clear. a small die-cast metal version of R2-D2 sat next to one of his three 25 inch monitors, and the picture of the 'Black Knight from Monty Python had been tacked up on one of the cube walls. He also had a few other personal items hung up. A metal for completing a Spartan race, a T-Rex and Brontosaurus over at one edge and a few additional pictures of what looked like family posed outdoors.

Kneeling Chris pulled out two flashlights from a desk drawer. He clicked the power button on each a few times switching between a long tube light on one side and a large LED light on the end eventually turning them off. Satisfied that they worked. He stuck one to the metal side of his station and let it sit there. "They are magnetized, so if you need to be hands-free they work well."

Taking a seat in his chair he picked up the phone and was about to dial Garret. then thought to ask Dawn before he did. She'd walked away, looking around the office room and staring in at the server room. He could see her Pajama pants against the curves of her ass, and wondered again..."Is she wearing a thong? I don't see panty lines.." His cock twitched at the thought of finding out.

"Dawn, do you want in on this phone call?

He looked at her, and surely knew she could interpret the not so subtle look of lust in his eyes.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Had she imagined it?

No - no, she hadn’t. His hand was on her waist - just barely. Maybe enough to call it a “hover hand.” That was certainly encouraging. As a bit of encouragement, when he took her hand, she threaded her fingers through his and gave a slight squeeze.

Following him quietly, she absently took in her surroundings. She was never on this floor - and with good reason. They didn’t call the IT offices “The Pit” for no reason. She’d be too focused on looking around to catch the lingering gaze on her ass - at least the first one. At his desk, she leaned over, sticking the round curve of her rear out. Though her pajama pants were baggy, there was enough cling to provide a tantalizing view of her assets. That, and the motion allowed for the pants to slip further down her hips, revealing the edge of dark violet lace.

“Sort of a sparse desk, hm?” Picking up one of the dinosaurs, she smiled, turning it round in her hand, before carefully setting it back down. Scanning over the photos, her smile only grew wider. A “nice guy” indeed. “What’s this medal for?” she asked, turning to face him. That time, oh yeah - she’d caught him looking. “Actually…” she purred, slowly, carefully, savoring the words, “Don’t worry about it. The medal, I mean.”

Her eyes trailed from his lips, to the crotch of his jeans. Lingered. Then drifted back up to his, with a knowing smile. “Just let him know that I’m here too. I’ve left my phone at my desk - I’d just stepped away to go heat up my tea and all. I can shoot Lisa a text here in a bit.” She leaned back against his desk know, elbows resting comfortably on it.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Chris nodded, when Dawn came back over. He'd noticed... a little hint of lace when she'd been looking at the dinosaurs on his desk. "It's a joke.. Old TV show, he'd been watching her more intently as he searched for Garret's phone number even though he was sure he knew it by heart...

Did she just.. Yes she did I think she did and Dawn probably caught him checking her out when he was obvious about it.

"God she had a great ass..." he thought to himself. Just as Dawn asked about the Spartan medal. "Yea.. earned that by finishing my first a few years back." Dawn was close now..and he could feel his heart rate start to speed up. Did she figure him out? Was she interested? All the physical signs that were there could have been blown off as simple needs during stressful situations. the threading of her fingers in his and how close they got staring out the window. But she'd caught him staring at her, and she'd returned the favor and let him admire her. If he wasn't careful he'd do something that might offend her, and Dawn might just like the adventure of the tease. He wasn't certain.

As he looked around for Garret's home phone number he looked beyond Dawn trying to see if he'd tacked it on the board under his cabinet shelf... No, not there. Then he thought of the obvious place, his cell phone. Picking it up from the desk where he'd tossed it and heard Dawn's advice about not letting on that she was in the room, but that she was there.

Focusing back on his office phone he dialed the number and held the handset up to his ear. Turning back to Dawn he was certain he'd just looked at his growing manhood straining against his jeans and gave him a knowing smile. A moment later Garret answered his phone on the first ring.

"Please tell me you are there safe and the roof hasn't caved in..." A half laugh escaped Chris as he looked at Dawn and reached for her hand delicately pulling her closer as he rubbed his fingers across the top of her hand, then scooted closer. Chris made eye contact as he had to continue talking to Garret.

"No everything is fine. the building is in one piece but I'll have to tell you, it doesn't look like we're going anywhere anytime soon."

"Crap, wait, what do mean 'we' I thought you were there by yourself?"

"No, Dawn Egan is here with me."

"Hey Dawn..." Garret interrupted, then was quickly cut off by Chris again.

"She's not here in my office with me at the moment, she's off getting her tea warmed up. I'm just checking on systems, making sure everything got kicked off ok."

"OK good. Well, glad you are both safe. What's your plan?" Garret calmly asked.

Chris stood up and pulled Dawn gently closer to him, and smiled, looking at the drawstring to her pajamas..He wanted to just reach out and pull that drawstring, let her pants fall from her hips and see what truly lay beneath.

"Well, I was planning on getting drunk, raiding the executive office and drinking that whiskey that Howard always fawns over." At the comment, Garret laughed. "God that would piss him off.." They both shared a genuine laugh at Howard's expense.

Getting serious while his heart threatened to beat out of his chest Chris replied, "Actually, we plan on raiding the store down in Marketing, get what blankets we can to stay warm, and try to weather the blizzard as best we can."

Chris was now touching Dawn, his free hand was on her hip, playing with the lace of her panties. As Garret started talking again, Chris leaned in and softly kissed Dawn.. just lips.. he pressed his against hers while holding the phone out so they could both hear him.

"Alright, I'll make a few phone calls, stay warm. I'll call you in the morning probably 10 am and see how you two are doing. So keep your phone charged. And... if the power goes out, don't worry the emergency systems will keep the essentials online, namely the furnace in the basement, and the server room. IF this storm lasts, it might be Monday or Tues till we get to you. Just hang in there, binge watch some shows and stay warm...

Chris intensified his kiss with Dawn and nearly let out an audible moan, his arm went to her shoulder and dropped the phone. A loud bang resonated through the room as the handset bounced off the desktop and eventually hit the floor. Half snorting, while pulling the handset up, Chris looked at Dawn with a mock guilty expression and heard Garret ask,

"What the fuck was that?"

"I dropped the phone while I searched my cabinet for batteries.Talk to you in the morning."

Quickly Chris hung up.. giving Dawn a look.. then smiling.. "That was close..."

Then leaned in and kissed her again...

 

[Apollo Wilde]

With the way things were going, it would seem that she’d have the chance to satiate her curiosity sooner rather than later. The mere thought of it caused her smile to take on a more salacious curve. The little bit of logic that remained in her mind hissed at her that this was probably a bad idea for a myriad of reasons, but the lust in her brain cheered her on. He was practically a stranger, they were in the office - it was the naughtiest thing she’d ever considered, let alone was about to do.

First, the hands. Then the eyes. And then…the first kiss was gentle enough to almost make her feel like she’d imagined it. She wouldn’t leave the second one to chance. As their lips met again, she swiped her tongue across his lower lip, grinning as he dropped the headset and stammered an excuse. Her right hand slipped between their bodies, and palmed the crotch of his jeans. What she felt was promising - and her mouth began to water.

Now he was off the phone, and the third kiss - she wedged her tongue into his mouth, pressing herself firmly against him. Reaching down between the two of them again, she tugged playfully at the button of his jeans, then, looped her fingers through the belt loops of his pants. She could feel herself growing damp, flooding her panties with heat.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Chris looked down to where Dawn's hands were, as she playfully tugged at his jeans. He gave her a mischevious smirk... Daring her to continue. hoping that she would just undo his jeans and fulfill both of their desires.

"Do it Dawn... please..." Chris thought...

To push the issue, Chris reached behind Dawn and grabbed her ass hard with one hand, pulling her to him as his other hand found it's way to her neck. Chris matched her passionate kisses with his own. An erotic dance of passion and desire flowed through his body and into every kiss that came after.

Finally coming up for air, Chris rested his forehead against Dawn, kissed her lightly, and asked quietly.

"Anyone you need to call?"

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“Nope,” she kissed him lightly, playfully. “At least not right now. I think it can wait - especially since I’m sure Garrett will tell Lisa or something. Not really concerned about that right now.” Tugging again at the loops of his jeans, she grinned.

“So,” she rolled the word in her mouth, “How long have you been waiting to do that?” Her hands slipped from the front of his jeans, barely skimming over the enticing bulge, to sweep back around to grab his ass as firmly as he was grabbing hers. Her taper fingers squeezed, not too hard, and she nearly purred aloud at how taunt the muscle was. She pressed her crotch against his.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Chris thought for a moment, then had his answer. he licked his lips, tasted her lip gloss and kissed her again, pulling at her bottom lip.

"The first time I wanted to do 'that'? Well, the company picnic 2 years ago when you showed up wearing blue jeans and a tank top. That was well before I had the chance to meet you. What about you?"

He wanted to know more, wanted to know all the dirty smutty ideas that were floating around in her head. He needed more.. He took her hand off his ass and put it squarely on his cock grinding against her hand."

"You are driving me crazy Dawn...please.."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

"All that time, and you never said a word? Naughty boy." When he moved her hand, she grinned, and lightly bit his lower lip. Her fingers danced along the seam of his jeans, then slowed to drag up and down, to fiddle with the edge of his belt, but never quite making the motion to undo it.

She tilted her head up, giving him another lingering kiss, then, with a slight hop, kissed the tip of his nose. "Oh, I can do whatever I want, for however I want. Two years, and you couldn't say, 'Hi Dawn; I think you're cute, why don't we grab a coffee?' Tsk. I should punish you." The playful motions of her fingers stopped, and she palmed his cock fully, before squeezing, ever so gently. Keeping his cock in a firm grip, she looked coquettishly up at him.

 

[CoSurvivor]

"Fuck Dawn...." escaped his mouth as she teased him, Chris twitched and squirmed a little almost pulling back and when she touched his belt buckle Chris thought he was going to have relief, have her finally touch him. If she didn't do something soon he was going to tear her clothes off and fuck her right there on his desk.

"Maybe...God damn it Dawn...." He twitched again as she cupped his cock and made him harder, extraordinarily hard.."I was in a semi-relationship at the time, even if I wanted to kiss you, even if I wanted to pull up your pencil skirts up around your waist and bury my face between your legs I couldn't have."

Chris urgently kissed her again, sucking on her bottom lip as he pulled away, "That would've made me no better than Howard. And then where would that put us..You'd be drinking your tea alone, and I'd be holed up in this office..."

He was being realistic.. despite the fact that he was close to tearing her pj's off and fucking her till they both went blind.

Again gripping Dawn's ass, he asked again.." And you.. You still haven't answered my question.. when was the first time you wanted to.."