As I crossed the square toward my office that morning, I saw a lone figure standing at the far stairway. As I drew nearer, I realized that it was Charlene, called Charly by her friends. She had come to work in my department about four months ago. Although we haven't had much to do with each other, I did find her rather attractive.
She was a mere slip of a girl, standing about 5'2" and probably 115 pounds wringing wet. Her brown hair is best called "nondescript" as it doesn't really stand out but it frames her oval face nicely. She has grey-green eyes that I noticed at times appear to have little devils dancing in them, especially when she smiles. The rest of her body is literally an hourglass figure although she rarely wears clothes that show it off. Every now and then she will wear some revealing blouse or a very short skirt or both and every eye in the place follows her when she walks around.
She seems to have made a number of friends among the other employees although I have found it very difficult to strike up a conversation with her. She is about half my age and work matters only bring us together on the odd occasion. Still, she has been very friendly when I have had dealings with her. We have had a number of conversations in the past few days that could be considered friendly as opposed to work related but she probably doesn't remember.
I wonder who she is waiting for as her pose clearly implies that she is waiting for someone. It would be too much to hope that she could be waiting for me. Still, hope springs eternal in the human breast. As I near her position, she shifts her stance and I can clearly see her face brighten. I look quickly around. No, there is no one else approaching her except me. I stop about a foot away from her.
"Good morning, Charlene."
"Good morning, Tony, please call me Charly, won't you?" and she smiles her 1000 megawatt smile.
I am overcome by the smile. I reach out with both of my hands, placing one on each side of her face, and kiss her gently but firmly on the lips. In that instant, crazed thoughts are suddenly racing through my head. "My God, what have I done! She is not moving! At least she hasn't hit me yet! She is not kissing me back either! Just standing there! How can I possibly explain this?" In the next instant, I break the kiss and release her face.
"Please forgive me." I stammer, "I just got carried away. I shouldn't have done that."
As I raise my eyes to her face I can't believe what I see. She is smiling broadly at me. Even her eyes are smiling at me.
"Silly boy," she whispers, "that's what I have been waiting for."
Then she wraps her arms around my neck, steps closer, and kisses me, open mouthed, with the softest lips I have ever met. It takes me a few seconds to fully realize what has happened. Then I fold her into my arms and return her kiss with all the intensity I can muster.
Her tongue invades my mouth, gently probing, trying to determine if it is welcome. I suck her tongue and lightly parry with my own. Our breathing is becoming more labored as we tongue lash each other, bodies pressed tightly together. Finally we allow our kiss to end with a series of small kisses, lips, nose, cheeks, forehead. We looked for and found acceptance. As we stand there in the square, there are tears in both of our eyes, but they are tears of pure joy.
She looks up at me and says, "What do we do now?"
"I guess we go to work and try not to rape each other before lunchtime." I reply with a silly grin.
"That may not be so easy." she says, "In this mood, I could rape you right now. Seriously, though, how do we handle ourselves now that we have finally made contact?"
I suggest that for the morning, at least, we try to act as normal as possible. If we get through the morning, we can talk more about our situation at lunch. We have managed to survive the morning. It is now midday and she suggests we meet in the lobby of the building so that it appears that we have left separately. When I reach the lobby, she is waiting in the corner near the door. As we exit to the street, I ask where she would like to go and she replies.
"My place, it's only a few minutes walk from here."
I agree and we set off. As we lose sight of the office building, she takes my hand and squeezes it tightly. Her face is slightly flushed and her smile is dazzling. I am walking about two feet above the pavement. We reach her building and take the lift to her floor. She unlocks the apartment door and we enter. I wait just inside the door as she closes and locks the door. She turns and throws herself into my arms and submerses me in a searing kiss. Her lips are on fire and the small flame within me is instantly turned into a raging wildfire. Our hands are exploring each other in every detail as our mouths are locked together.
With her fingers in my hair and her body held tightly against me, I grasp her buttocks with both hands and press her even closer. Her hips are gyrating against my pelvic region. She is sending me mad with lust. She breaks off the kiss and begins to unbutton my shirt. I attack the buttons of her blouse. In seconds I have her naked to the waist and I am admiring her pert breasts. She has removed my shirt and tie and I can now press her against me, flesh to flesh. This embrace is less hurried than the previous one. This time we are feeling each other's skin.
As her hands caress my back, I kiss the side of her neck. I nibble on the lobe of her ear, which sends shivers throughout her body. As my kisses trail down the side of her neck, her breathing becomes increasingly labored. She too is beside herself with lust. The strain of waiting is becoming unbearable. Finally I take the nipple of her breast into my mouth. She cries out and crushes my head to her chest. I suck the breast, I lick the nipple, I nibble carefully on the nipple with my teeth, all the while eliciting little moans of passion from her.
A look of complete ecstasy is on her face. Her eyes are closed and she is moaning repeatedly.
"Yes, Yes, Yes, kiss them, bite them, Oh Yes, more please."
I move to the other breast and the moans keep coming. She is beginning to sway, getting weak in the knees from the sheer pleasure being visited upon her. I stand up and release her breast. Her eyes pop wide open.
"What's wrong? Why did you stop?" she cries.
"I haven't stopped, I'm just changing direction." I reply.
With that I unbutton her skirt and release the zipper, allowing it to fall to the floor. I remove her panties so she is now completely naked before me. Being slight of build, it is easy for me to sweep her up into my arms and carry her to the bedroom. I lay her on the bed and begin my ministrations all over again, kissing her mouth, eyes, nose, cheeks, ears, neck and finally her breasts.
