Several months later I was working in a lab in Munich. One of the engineers assigned to work with me was Michelle. She was short, about five foot six, with a fairly good figure, not real thin, but not too fat either. She had short curly blonde hair, and from what I could tell a nice pair of breasts.
One day I found myself alone in the lab with her. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans that were fitted but not terribly tight, and a white knit sweater. We were having a conversation about the restaurant I'd been to the night before, or some such equally mundane subject, when I suddenly felt very attracted to her. It was very odd because I'd never noticed her sexually before. It was one of those moments when you feel like maybe the girl you are with feels attracted to you in the same way, even though she has given you no real reason to believe it.
I decided to take a chance and see where it would lead. In order to get anywhere with Michelle, I needed to get her alone someplace where we would not be interrupted. The lab was in a building that butted up against a second building separated by about six feet. At the far corner of the lab there was a double door that led out to the space between the two buildings There were no lights in the area between the doors which was about a four by six foot square. It would be a perfect place for the tryst I was planning. The problem was how to get her to enter the doorway with me. That was when I got the brilliant idea to ask her to play a game with me.
"I'm sorry Michelle, but I've just got to tell you, you look really good in that sweater"
"Thanks Mike, I'm glad you like it"
"I don't think you understand. For some reason the combination of your jeans and sweater with you standing so close to me has really got me turned on. I hope you're not offended"
"Why should I be. I'm flattered that you think of me that way"
Emboldened by this positive response, I proceeded with part two of my plan.
"Would you like to play a little game with me, Michelle?"
"What do you have in mind?"
"There is a little room over behind that door in the corner. Behind it is a small room with no lights. Why don't we go in there and make out. The game is that we will be in total blackness, and we cannot speak. We must make our wishes known to each other by touch alone."
"That sounds like it might be intriguing. I'm game" And without another word, Michelle walked over to the door I had pointed out and stepped through it.
I stood there briefly, astounded. I had not expected it to be this easy. Then I came to my senses, and followed Michelle into the dark room behind the door. As I opened the door, I could see her for a few seconds in the light that came through the door from the lab. I just had time to make out an expression on her face that could only be described as lustful, before the door closed behind me, and I found myself in total blackness.
Almost immediately, I felt Michelle's hands on my arms, They slowly moved up my arms and over my shoulder until she found my face. She placed her hands on each of my cheeks and gently pulled down ever so slightly. As I lowered my face as she obviously intended, I felt her soft lips come up and meet mine. We kissed softly like that for a long moment. There was something strangely erotic about kissing a girl I barely knew in total darkness.
After a moment I realized where I was, and moved my hands up to feel her ass. I pulled her gently towards me, and she responded by pressing her breasts against my chest, and offering me her tongue. I responded in kind and we began french kissing. She was really getting into it, probing her tongue in and out of my mouth as deep as it would go, then allowing me the same pleasure.
This continued for several minutes longer. I made no move to escalate our embrace, fearing to go too fast for her, scaring her away. Soon however, she took matters into her own hands. First she took my hands from her ass, and brought them up so that they were resting on her breasts. I needed no further encouragement and spent several happy seconds feeling her up through her sweater.