My wife and I met at a Crossfit gym in 2013. The first time I saw her walk in the gym for an early morning workout my only thought was, "She's out of my league."
I am a six-foot, brown-haired white guy with a muscular frame. She is a petite auburn-haired beauty with seductive blue-green eyes and a perfect body. Like I said, out of my league.
As luck would have it, we ended up working at the same company a few weeks after we met. I am an engineer and she is a financial analyst. Our paths crossed daily at work on various projects and our friendship naturally grew. We worked closely together and attraction built up between us to a fevered pitch over eight months.
I would steal glances at her shapely legs any chance I could. At the height of the sexual tension between us we were in a stairwell at the same time with her one flight of stairs above me. I looked up and caught a lucky shot of her perfect ass under the dress she wore that day. I immediately went into the men's room and rubbed out a huge load thinking about her.
We discussed going to dinner a few times, but we both agreed that a relationship with someone we worked so closely with was a bad idea. While we spent department happy hours and work functions talking to just each other, we intentionally did not date or have a relationship outside of work.
That all changed one fateful night in July of 2014. I was at my house about to go to sleep around 10 pm. She text from one her friend's houses where she had apparently enjoyed too much red wine and was scared to drive home.
I hit send on the "Do you need me to pick you up?" text message, and my stomach started to churn with anticipation.
My heart hammered in my chest. I had to intentionally think about taking each and every breath as I watched the three bubbles on the tiny screen of my phone. The seconds seems like hours as I watched the tattle-tale indicating she was typing her response. Months of flirting had unexpectedly boiled down to this night.
"Yes" was the one-word answer that sent me to an unbelievable level of excitement.
The drive to pick her up was a blur, but I distinctly remember her walking to my truck and getting in. She was wearing shorts and a simple t-shirt, but she was still a vision to me.
She climbed inside and the atmosphere of the truck was saturated with sexual tension. I instinctually grabbed her hand as we approached her house. I felt electricity surging through my fingers, and I squeezed her tiny hand in mine.
As we pulled in her driveway I asked to come in and promised that nothing would happen. She consented and soon we were on her couch. Not kissing, just laying together as we watched television.
Her auburn hair was perfumed and the wafts of her scent were driving me crazy. The softness of her hips and ass was softly, almost imperceptibly rubbing against me.