Work Ethnic - My Greek Goddess
Two people who have hidden feelings for each other at work finally get together.
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Author's Note: This is one of a number of stories about relationships between a guy called David and his work colleagues. Mild anal in this one. No adultery, infidelity or btb here.
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It started innocently enough.
One day after doing me a very big favour at work, I said to Angela that I really appreciated what she had done for me and that if it weren't for the fact that I thought she would clobber me I would have given her a big hug.
She smiled her beautiful smile at me and then for a brief moment, I saw an expression that I'd never noticed before cross her face. "My pleasure," she replied as she gave me another heart-warming smile that made me feel strange, in a good way and that caught me breathless for a moment. Pulling myself together a moment later, I said, "Thank you again," as I left her office.
Angela was a beautiful - early thirties, year-old woman of Greek parents, with very strong family ties, something typical of her ethnicity. She still lived at home with her parents, never having been married. From what I could gather, from speaking with her and observations at various functions, she seemed always to be going out with her cousins, and it seemed that a lot of her friends were Greek as well. A bubbling personality, coupled with a great sensitivity, and as far as I could figure, a great body as well. Exuding a sensuality that just wanted me to want to hold her, to envelop her in her in my arms, I always thought she was a good catch for the right guy. A beautiful woman whose ancestry and heritage belonged to one of the world's oldest and most influential civilizations. I'd had thoughts of summoning the courage to ask her for a date, but didn't because I figured the age gap between us was too great for any kind of ongoing relationship to last, and I didn't figure her for a one-night stand type of woman.
Me? Well, my name is David. My life had taken me on many journeys. I'd been married, and divorced, three times, had a number of shorter relationships, but for one reason or another I'd ultimately, not found them satisfying, so they'd ended. I'd gotten to the stage where I preferred to be single and unattached, rather than be stifled in an unsatisfying relationship. The marriage break-ups weren't for any one specific reason, there was no infidelity or adultery involved. We were individuals growing at different rates and looking for different things as we walked on life's journey. I was not in a relationship at this time and even though I was in my very early fifties, I was enjoying time by myself, entirely happy in my own company. I'm not a one-night stand kind of guy, never have been, but still seem to find the time to date reasonably frequently.
But I digress.
Then, one day a few months later, something unexpected happened after I thought everyone else had gone for the day. I'd gone down to the copy-room to copy some documents when Angela came into the room and stood right next to me.
I noticed her perfume before I felt her approach and stand right next to me. "Hi," I said, "I didn't know anyone was still here."
"Hi" she replied, "Yes, I'm still here." Then she just stood there.
I turned to her saying, "I won't be long" and turned back to what I was doing.
"No, it's all right" she said, "No hurry." Then after a little pause she started to say something hesitatingly. "I ... um, um ... Oh it doesn't matter" and she turned and started to leave the room.
Calling after her I said, "Angela, don't go. What's up? What's the problem? I won't be long."
She stopped, turned her head and just looked at me. "It's okay..." she said looking decidedly uncomfortable.
"Angela, what's the matter?" I asked.
"Nothing's the matter ...It's just," she started saying but trailed off as she turned back to face me.
"What?" I asked. "...Talk to me!" I didn't care what she wanted to talk about. I just loved being with her, in her company. It was weird but she sent a strange tingle through the lower part of my body whenever I was near her.
"Well OK... you know when I did you that favour a few months ago and you said you would have hugged me except you thought I might clobber you?"
"Yes," I replied, not sure where this was going. Now it was my turn to be uncomfortable. Was she heading towards a harassment action?
"I would like that hug."
I was relieved. But I was also stunned. I'd never thought I was ugly but it seemed my appearance may have been passable as I'd received a few compliments over the years about both my appearance and manners. Perhaps a little insecurity always made me feel embarrassed when such comments were made. Here was this mid-thirties year old beautiful, sensual woman asking this early fifties man with the beginnings of a receding hairline, to give her a hug. I was momentarily paralysed. I'd always been attracted to her, but dismissed the chance of anything happening due mainly to our age difference.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "Don't you want to...?" and paused for a few seconds before adding, "OK, I'll go now," she said turning to leave. "Please forget I asked."
I regained my senses enough to answer hoarsely "God, yes, I want to... Yes, I want to hug you. And no, don't go. ...Please don't go."
"Then do it!... Give me that hug!" she said as she turned back to me with that beautiful smile on her face.
My hands shook for just a second as our eyes locked together, hers seeming to sparkle. As I moved to go to her, I saw her eyes dart to my lips and back, answering a question that had been on my mind since she had started to speak. How far would, could, this go? When I reached her, I gently pulled her in close to me and hugged her. As I did this, as I felt the nearness of her body, as I felt the press of her breasts into my chest, I felt my cock starting to harden. She could not but have helped to notice the same thing, but still she stayed there. She didn't move away. She felt so good in my arms. We stood like that, tightly hugging each other for what felt like hours but could not have been more than a minute or so, before taking a chance and moved my lips down to the little part of her neck that was exposed and kissed it. It just felt weirdly natural and was just meant to be an affectionate nibble but as my lips touched her skin I felt her tremble, just slightly.
"Ohhh, that's nice," she so softly murmured almost purring with no hint of pulling away from me.
I nuzzled for a few seconds more, and now having a little more confidence, I bent forward a little and tentatively, kissed her. That first kiss. That slow, soft, sensual kiss. Those lips, so warm, so incredibly soft, so moist.
Taking her face in my hands I kissed her again, only with even more meaning. She returned my kisses, her lips parting just far enough for her to run the tip of her tongue over mine. I was instantly transported to a higher place. It felt as if I, ...we, were floating slightly above the office floor.
As we continued kissing, she slowly raised her arms above my shoulders and locked her hands behind my head pulling it in closer, harder to her. I moved my right hand up her back, over her shoulder, and the other one I moved down low, around her waist, as I moved my tongue past her warm, moist, soft lips, to explore her mouth, to meet her tongue. I had enjoyed kissing in the past, but this was at a new level. The softness combined with the slow and delicate exploring movements we were making in unison, just served to heighten the feeling of completeness that I had never experienced before with just a kiss.
We were both breathing hard as we stopped kissing and our eyes met again. I told her I had wanted to do that ever since I had gotten to know her, shortly after I started working here. She just smiled and said, "Me too." After what seemed like an eternity, but would only have been a few more moments, I bent my head and kissed her lightly on the side of her neck again. A small murmur escaped her lips. She made no attempt to pull away. I continued kissing her neck moving toward her throat. My right hand moved back over and up her shoulder and went up to the softness of the nape of her neck and I started to gently caress it. Another slight moan. Again, no attempt to pull away. I paused for a moment. I told her that she had an effect on me that was more than physical... that it was in here, (touching my head), and in here, (touching my heart), as well.
I moved my lips from the side of her neck up to her ear lobes and ever so lightly nuzzled them. First, gently sucking on one of her lobes them moving my lips down the side of her face and down until I met her mouth again. We kissed. Her lips were so soft and warm and yielding. I moved my right hand back over her shoulders and then up and down her back a few times, and then I moved it down over the soft curve of her buttocks and pressed her close to me. No resistance from her at all. I was rapidly becoming breathless and I could feel her chest heaving as she pressed into me.
My hand moved from her buttocks and up her side. It moved until I found her breast, which I cupped and gently squeezed up from the bottom. I could just hear a slight intake of air. And again, no sign of resistance. No sign of protest.
It had happened!! Something wonderful had happened.
I was fondling her breast, even though it was covered by a blouse and bra, it was something I had imagined doing for such a long long time now. That I had fantasized about, but never dared dream it might happen. I had no real idea of their real size or shape or feel, because she was always covered up at work and that had intrigued me. The clothes she wore at work did not give any clue as to her real body shape. Except sometimes when the sides of her cardigan fell away, it did seem to indicate her breasts might be a generously proportioned.
The most I had previously seen of her body was at the last work Christmas function. Then I had seen more of her body than I had ever seen before, and that had simply whetted my appetite even more. From what I had previously thought to be quite small breasts, I now found that they appeared to be reasonably large. And now I was actually fondling one! And she was letting me! I could feel myself flushing red.
I now slowly moved my lips down from Angela's mouth, down the front of her neck, her throat, whilst at the same time moving my hand off her breast and up to the top button of her blouse which I then started to undo. I undid the next button, and then the next as my mouth moved down her neck and now over the heaving mounds of her bra covered breasts.
I undid all the buttons of her blouse and pulled it out of her skirt. All the time I was kissing the mounds of her breasts, moving at times up to her throat and back again, as I removed her blouse and dropped it on the floor. Then I stood back a little and looked at her.
