I have been working at the same warehouse for over two years. All the other associates are the same; fat or old, young or skinny, they all run together. Every day is exactly the same, just like that Nine Inch Nails song I can never get out of my head.
That is... until you came along. You were different than all the others. You were good looking, with your short spiky sandy blond hair and blue eyes, the glasses you weren't afraid to wear around others for fear that it might make you look geeky. But what really got me was your height. You had to be at least 6 foot 4, and when you introduced yourself to me for the first time with a firm handshake and a half-smile, half-smirk, I felt my panties become moist just having to tilt my head up to look into your eyes. I don't know what it is with tall men, but height gets me every time. Perhaps its because I am indeed a little taller than most of my female coworkers at 5 foot 6. Hell, I'm taller than some of the men, too, which another reason why no one ever cause such a reaction as you did the first day I met you. I knew from then on, I'd look forward to going to work at such a mundane place.
For the first few months, every time I saw your broad shoulders in front of me as your muscles stretched taut when you pulled the pallet jack behind you through the warehouse, or if you looked up and made eye contact, I got a tingly feeling inside. I thought it was just a crush. Something silly that would pass over time. But the only thing that changed over time was my erotic thoughts.
Every time we shared a break together, there were more sly innuendos inserted into the conversation. More very light almost accidental touches. More excuses to see each other or 'run into' each other. I found myself day dreaming about taking advantage of the handicapped bathroom with you. It was a one-stall deal with a lock on the door. I wanted so bad for you to just push me in there one day and fuck me against the wall, whispering to me what I dirty little slut I was, and how I felt wrapped around your hard cock as you thrust into me from behind. And every time I had a fantasy, and then bumped into you later on, it just made it worse... my face always burned in shame and embarrassment. You wouldn't want little old me, when you had countless other women to choose from. Women who were skinnier, who didn't wear glasses, who weren't so pale. It didn't matter how often we shamelessly flirted, it would never happen.
Or so I thought.
Today is just like any other day. 9 hour shift, dealing with bull-shit customers and doing far too much work for measly minimum wage. Since I can't afford a car, I'm all bundled up to prepare for the long cold walk home in the snow.... in the middle of the night, no less. I live alone in a bad neighborhood, something my mother always warned me against doing, but I am determined to be an independent woman.
I step outside into the flurries, shivering in my thin coat. Its so cold that I can feel my nipples poke through my bra, my t-shirt, and my coat. I begin the walk home. But as I get to the edge of the parking lot, I hear a car pull up behind me. Its a classic BMW, something from the 70's, it looks like. Its small. To my surprise, the guy behind the wheel leans over and opens the door on my side. Its you. You're almost unrecognizable in the dark, in your beanie and scarf and gloves and thick coat, the lights from the dashboard glinting on your glasses. You tell me to get in, and without a second's hesitation, I do. The car hasn't warmed up yet, and I shiver so hard my teeth chatter. I struggle with getting the door closed all the way, so you lean over and do it for me, slamming it soundly. As you do, your hand brushes against my my hard nipples on accident. I hear myself gasp and feel my crotch grow just a little warmer. You hastily apologize. I say its okay...
The next few moments are spent in awkward silence at the stop sign as we wait for a long line of cars to move. Its busy for a cold night. You gently ask me directions to my house, and I direct you through the neighborhood. Our work is only a couple blocks away, and before I know it, we're at my tiny apartment. I unbuckle my seatbelt and thank you for the ride, blushing in embarrasment now that I've realized that you've seen my shitty neighborhood. I go to get out the car, but before I know it, you're already outside and opening the door for me. I scramble out, aware that the neighbor's car is crowding us close together. My heart is beating fast. My nipples are hard for another reason entirely now, and my panties are just a bit damper. You're at my apartment....
I realize where my thoughts are trailing again and I blush. What was wrong with me tonight? I scramble for my keys and rush to the front door of my apartment, trying not to slip on the ice. I get the door, and you're right behind me, blocking me between the screen door and the wooden door. I turn around and look up at you, our faces inches apart. I thank you again for the ride home. I realize that you tower over me, and its very domineering. Very sexy. What is it with tall men? I am essentially trapped between the two doors and your tall frame. I blush again. What I wouldn't give for you to kiss me right now...
You smirk. "Are you alright..?" You ask in a slightly raspy voice that is very sexy and secretive. I feel stupid as I soon figure out that I've been standing in my doorway for a few minutes now waiting on something that might never happen.
