Two more people who have hidden feelings for each other get together.
When I started work at my last employer, there were three women who made an immediate impact on me when I met them on my first day. The impact was startling. It's testing enough to take everything in, remember people's names, etc., when starting a new job, never mind being stupefied by meeting three of the most beautiful women I had ever met. Two were absolute goddess' in their physical beauty and the third was simply stunning, but with a powerful sensuality not immediately apparent in the other two. Their names were Kate, Anna and Angela.
I've already written a story about Angela. See Work Ethnic for that story. The funny thing was that all of these women were about the same age, with perhaps one or two years separating them age-wise. They were all in their early to mid-thirties at the time this story takes place.
Me, well I am a slightly overweight male with a rapidly receding hairline and in very early fifties at the time. I had been married and divorced three times and was at the time enjoying my life as a single male. And I have no idea why, but I was not unattractive to women, but not in the one-night stand sense. I was never any good at that. It was more a case of not being short of female company, including more and more dates with Angela, after they'd gotten to know me over time. Sometimes the periods were short, and at other times they were quite long, as in this story and the one previously written about - Angela.
This story takes place after I had worked with Angela and Kate for about eight years, and with Anna for about three when she left after having problems with the CEO.
But this story is about Kate and me.
Over the years we had worked together we'd often had lunch together in the lunch-room and had discussed and talked about many things, some quite personal but without going into specific detail. We spoke more in concepts rather than specifics, and it was I believe during the course of these broad and sometimes quite deep discussions, some very philosophical, some very intimate, that we had developed feelings for each other.
Kate was a Pisces. I was a Leo, and it turned out her first love had also been a Leo. But he had been unfaithful, and that had destroyed their relationship. I never could work out why he had done such a stupid thing. Kate was intelligent, but a bit long winded in discussions sometimes as Pisces can be, had a heart of gold, and was sensitive to many of life's issues.
And what a body! But before we get to that, let me describe her generally. I feel kind of funny describing the physical, but it gives a picture of her presence. Her physical beauty was just one part of her overall being, and my relationships had never been determined by physical beauty alone, but this woman was an eleven out of ten. A beautiful face with high cheekbones, and an oval face coming down to a squarish jaw. Shortish brunette hair, and the most piercingly beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. The depth of the blue changed from day to day, but sometimes the eyes were almost a fluorescent light blue, but still with depth of colour. Other times, and depending on her moods, the colour varied from what I have just described to ranges of blues and greys to sometimes a quite dark blue. And irrespective of their colour they were always entrancing.
But in their fluorescent mood, she could have gotten any man to go to war for her. She was slim with an hourglass body that I can imagine other girls would have died for. Breasts would have been about a 32-34B or maybe even a C, a waist that would have been stretching to get to 22, and a bit lower, hips that would have matched breast measurements. She was reasonably tall for a girl at about 5'5'' and in high heels, she would only have been a couple of inches shorter than me. And the legs. Oh those beautiful legs, toned and honed by years of playing netball, to perfection.
Kate was aware of my relationship situation, and I had worked with her as my second marriage went by the wayside, as I dated other women, and brought them to work functions, not that there were that many, but almost a different woman every time, then married for a third time, and not long after that divorcing as well.
In the general course of our conversations, I was one day quite surprised when out of the blue, Kate said to me, "I can understand how women can be attracted to you," or words to that effect. When I asked what had prompted that comment, she had simply replied, "You just know how to make someone feel special."
I must have blushed a bit because she then said, "I hope I haven't embarrassed you."
"No you haven't," I replied, "Well..... not a real lot anyway", I said smiling, but being a little uncomfortable, because by this time, I'd developed quite strong feelings for her, and I guess I might have been a bit sensitive to her comments, "And thank you so very much for saying that...That makes me feel kinda special," and I probably reddened even more. And what made me even more uncomfortable was that I was this short overweight balding man in my early 50's, single, and this goddess had said those words to me.
"My pleasure... And I meant it," Kate replied.
A couple of weeks later, Kate had a computer problem at work, and as computer systems maintenance was part of my job, I had a look at it. "Ok, I've got it working for now, but when you've finished for the day, I'll need to do a bit more work on it."
"OK," she said. "Will you need me to hang around after work while you fix it?"
"Nah... you can go home. I'll take care of it beautiful lady," I blurted out. That comment just came out. It was not intended to be funny or have any other connotations to it. It was just what I felt. And anyway, I'd made similar comments over the years, and I'd always meant them, so I thought no more about it.
Came the end of the day.
People were starting to go home. Kate had finished her stuff for the day, and she'd
yelled out to me, "Hey D, you can have my computer now."
I yelled back "Cool Dudess, I'll be there shortly," and got ready to do what I needed to on her computer.
By the time I was ready, all the staff had gone for the day, or so I thought.
A few minutes later, I went over to Kate's workstation, sat down and started to do what needed to be done. As I was tapping away on the keys, I heard a voice.
"Will it take long?"
Gees, I must have jumped a little bit, because I heard a giggle and then, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
I looked around, even though I knew whose voice it was, and said, "Gees Kate, you want to give me a heart attack! I thought everyone had gone," I said smiling.
As she came toward me, Kate said, "Yes, everyone else is gone. But I thought I might just hang around a bit, in case you needed some passwords or something."
"That's really nice of you," I said turning back to the computer screen. "But I should be OK, and I'm pretty sure you've got better things to do than hang around here."
"No, it's cool," she said as she came closer. "Do you mind if I watch what you are doing?"
"Not at all," I replied, as I listed some more directories on the computer. "Oh, just one thing, what is your password for this file?" I asked.
"Let me type it in," she said as she bent forward, brushing her right arm and shoulder against my left arm, and not only that, but I could see down her shirt as she did that. Accidental as it was, the beauty of what I saw took my breath away, and I must have gasped, or made some other unintelligible sound, or something. The front of her shirt had dropped down far enough, (had she undone a couple more buttons than was usual), to show an ample cleavage encased in a white bra. And her nipples could not have been more than a couple of millimetres below the top of the bra.
