It all started out innocently enough. The occasional off hand comments with the slightest sexual innuendo. At first, I just took them as dirty humor between two coworkers. But more and more, the innocent comments took on a different undertone. I could feel the tension between us, it's so thick you can cut it with a knife. Normally I would never cross that proverbial line but with frustrations at home and the stress from work, I'm finding it harder and harder to deal without an outlet.
Last week I told you about a dream I had, which thinking back was probably not the greatest idea. But I'm one of those guys that once I get my mind started on something, it's extremely difficult for me to stop until I get what I want. It's been all I could think about lately and it was driving me insane. It was my "secret" to tell and the more I thought about it the more curious I got so I told you. At this point the line has completely dissolved, as you let it slip that you've been thinking about fucking me for well over a year...........
As the days passed, our conversations become more sexually charged and what started out as a fantasy, little did I know was to become something else entirely. I got to work a little early for a regional call which was supposed to be an hour. I drove up to the parking lot and noticed that your car was the only one here. I later found out that our manager had called in sick and that we we're going to be on this call alone. This was exactly my dream coming to life.
I came in and you we're sitting at your desk, I noticed that you had cut your hair and I joked as I usually do that you looked much much younger. This got me a "you're rude" look which is part of our usual banter. I sat down at my desk to prepare for the call but all I can think about is my dream and how eerily familiar this is all becoming.