Her name is Cheryl. A tall striking woman with shoulder length raven hair and the most captivating eyes I’ve had the pleasure to look into. We were both married, not to each other, and one a little more than the other one. I was infatuated with her from the first time we met at work. I had only been an employee for a short time, but today was her first day. I couldn’t get her tall slender body out of my mind and I fantasized about her more than a few times. Unfortunately, I could never get a feeling about whether she had any interest in me.
Time passed and Cheryl became a full-time employee and the work remained a part-time hobby for me. That meant that I seldom got the chance to see her. One evening however, there was a mandatory staff meeting at a local beer garden where food and beverages, both hard and soft, would be furnished. I had a prior commitment that caused me to arrive late, but happily I noticed Cheryl sitting at a table with a seat available next to her. The “meeting” part was over and everyone had moved on to the beverage part. Cheryl and I started talking about many things…work initially then moving on to more private topics like married life while having young kids. We talked a lot while we drank a few beers…not too many, just enough to lessen our inhibitions. Because we were talking in lower than “beer-garden volume” I slid my chair closer to her to hear better. As time went on I became less aware of what we were talking about and more aware of her body. We were sitting outside and even though I was no closer than half a foot away, I could feel her warmth as it radiated from her sleeveless arms.
Ever so carefully, Cheryl and I began flirting with one another. After a while I was wondering if I should be a little bolder about my lust for her. Finally, when I was about to burst with anticipation, I told her that she has great eyes. What I meant by that, and didn’t say, was that there is sex in her eyes. Cheryl’s eyes look as if she is filled with lust that is waiting for the chance to spill out. I guess my compliment about her eyes broke the ice and our flirting became a little more explicit. I grew a noticeable bulge in my slacks and I wondered if she had a wet spot in her crotch. I tried my best to get her to meet me somewhere after we left, however she refused because she is concerned that people at work will find out. I agree now, although at the time I can’t say that I did. I think the head in my pants was in control of my brain.
