He was her work buddy. They rode the elevator together and sometimes had lunch together. Ken was tall, with a baseball player type build. Nice arms, a goatee, and working man's hands.
She was pretty. Short but not stumpy. Big, perky tits yet to be ruined by children. Straight, honey-colored blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.
Over the years they developed a friendly relationship and banter. Never anything inappropriate, they both seemed to be happily married. They'd meet in the cafeteria at lunch and talk about their favorites on Netflix and the things their spouses had done to annoy them the night before. Amelia had always found him attractive and she had caught him sneaking a look at her tits every so often.
She enjoyed their time together but they had never hung out outside of work.
It was Christmas and the annual company party was at a beautiful hotel. All the years before they'd both brought their spouses to the party but this year they were both flying solo. Since most others were there with their dates, they had sort of paired up for the night. Laughing and drinking way too much, they spent the night getting closer and closer to each other physically. And enjoying the emotional connection they had already begun to build at work.
As the night wore on his chair seemed to move closer to hers, they were both laughing all the time. At the buffet line, he put his hand on her back, and it made her smile.
There was this spark, this recognition of the other that she had always felt when she was near him. And now fueled by alcohol and a night of togetherness she felt like she had to tell him.
"Ken, can you come with me for a minute?" she asked.
"Sure," he replied as he followed her out of the party room.
They ducked into a neighboring room that was empty of people.
"Ken, I like you."
He laughed, "I like you too Amelia."
Now she got extra nervous and considered shutting her mouth.
"No, Ken, I feel like we have some kind of connection. A connection that maybe in another life, a life that we are both single in, we'd make a good team," said Amelia getting more and nervous by the second.
"Amelia, Amelia, Amelia," whispered Ken. And every time his mouth formed her name she could feel her pulse in her pussy.
"Amelia, I feel that too. We've always gotten along so great, we have so much in common. But the truth is, this will have to be in another life. I have a wife and I can't ruin that," said Ken.
"Oh Ken, of course, I know that! I just felt like if I never told you how I feel. If we never acknowledged this bond we seem to share I'd regret it," said Amelia, sighing.
"Can I have a hug and we'll go back to the party?"
And in her head she immediately regretted asking. How dumb Amelia!
Ken laughed a little and said, "of course."
She leaned into him and peered up at his face. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in close. She rested her face on his chest and felt his cock stir against her body. This was torture! She swore she even felt it twitch.
She broke the embrace, and with a flushed face and out of breath voice said, "Okay, let's go join the others."
After rejoining the party the rest of the night went by uneventfully. Amelia could not stop thinking about their embrace. It was warm, and comforting and so fucking sexy all at the same time. She didn't make a habit of lusting after other women's husbands but there was something about this man that she had to have.
They remained physically close for the remainder of the evening, talking and laughing like they always did. Occasionally, his knee would touch hers and it would send sparks through her body, soaking her panties. As the party began to wind down she noticed he stopped drinking.
And she thought, "Okay good, I don't want him to make any alcohol fueled decisions."
Around 10, about half the party broke off to the bar for some after-party drinks but Amelia was ready for bed. She and Ken got in the elevator, alone. He didn't press the button for the upstairs bar, so Amelia was nervous about what was happening, but there was no way she was putting herself out there again. The doors opened to her floor and he stepped out of the elevator first. She walked out and followed behind him down the long hall to her door. The air was thick with anticipation. She fumbled with her key, and went to go open the door but Ken was standing in front of it.
"What are you doing?" Amelia asked.
"Can I come in for one drink?" said Ken.
