This is a true story. It happened in the summer of '04. I've dramatised it a little, but only very slightly, the events are true. I should add, it's more about buildup than the sexual act, but it is the first story I've written, so be patient with me! The names have been changed to protect the innocent!
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I'll start by introducing myself. My name is Karen, I'm a 31 year old semi-professional woman, at least in the sense that I never quite made it in my chosen career! Physically I'm very petite, a UK dress size 8 and 5'1" in height, unfortunately nature never blessed me with an amazonian figure! I would consider myself a fairly reserved person in some ways, in other ways I'm very open. I've been lucky enough to have had two very good long term relationships, which were very satisfying but unfortunately both ended rather worse than I would have hoped. Previous to the events I am writing about I had been single for two years and had not had the company of a man for over six months. This may in part explain my behaviour!
The story starts at my workplace. The "workplace" must be responsible for more flings and affairs than anywhere else, due in part I guess to the mix of people who wouldn't otherwise get to mingle. Far too much time is spent hanging around water coolers trying to while away some time!
It was here one day when I saw him. Now, you need to bear in mind that my workplace isn't exactly wall to wall date material, so a handsome face will get noticed! Apart from his striking good looks the second thing I noticed was his age, I felt a pang of guilt when I realised he was maybe no older than 19 or 20. I'm not a woman who is really "into" younger men. Although I didn't dismiss the idea.
He'd not been working here long, or at least I'd not seen him before. I wanted to say hello, but the canteen was busy and my shy side would rather talk to him alone.
Instead I decided to study him a little more. He was most certainly handsome, in a distinctly manly way. Well dressed too, new clothes by the look of it. Was this his first job I wonder? He was a reasonable height, I was guessing about 5'10" with a fairly average build for his age. I couldn't help myself wondering if he had a girlfriend, surely he did, such a handsome man. I found myself thinking thoughts I shouldn't be thinking. Then he looked over at me, my heart seemed to skip a beat, such piercing eyes! I couldn't help myself and smiled back, unconsciously flicking my hair and for the briefest of moments I felt my body pulse. I was annoyed at myself for having these thoughts.
This went on for several days, smiles and stares. I was becoming more and more convinced he liked me. Mmy instincts were telling me he found me attractive. I found myself dressing more and more seductively, short skirts and looser more revealing blouses. I wonder if anybody has noticed? From overheard conversations I learnt more about him. He was 19, he was single and had an interest in computers. Normally this wouldn't endear him to me but it was an opening I could take advantage of.
Eventually, we happened upon each other in the canteen. Alone at last. This was my chance.
"Hello, my names Karen, I work up in Accounts. Nice to finally talk to you."
He hesitated for a moment, then replied "Hi, Keith here. Likewise. I've seen you about and wanted to say hello but never found the right moment!"
He came across surprisingly mature, in fact I found a little difficult to concentrate, he truly was a delight. "How are you finding it so far?"
"Good, I'm really enjoying myself. Everybody has been so friendly to me,", he replied.
At this point I was really biting my tongue. "Yes, we are a very friendly bunch here." Yes, possibly very friendly, I was thinking to myself. "What do you do for fun?" I asked him.
"I love getting out with friends for a big night out. I'm not particularly sporty but I quite like playing pool. I'm also into computers, geeky I know!"
