It was one of those really hot and sticky summer days. The type you only get in England, which brings humidity, a desire not to be at work but down the pub in good company and with a nice cold drink. Maybe a bit of warm rain soaking through ones clothes then back home for some hot, steamy, sticky sweaty sex with a gorgeous smelling bloke. Instead I was stuck at work near the end of a big IT project wasting time with the engineers. One in particular had caught my eye, I couldn't help flirting with him, he was gorgeous. I looked forward to the days at work when he answered the phone to me, or when I had lunch with the engineers in case he was in the build room. Our friendship had developed quite a bit since going for a few after work drinks. I was amazed at how well we got on and had in common -- we just clicked.
On this particular day he asked me to lunch, I suggested I make him lunch back at mine as I didn't live too far away. We left the building strolling to the car already flirting quite heavily. I could feel the sexual tension -- within me anyway. I was becoming excited and damp between my legs, wearing no underwear didn't help. In the car the flirting became very intense and when I realized in my rush to leave work I'd forgotten my keys we decided to go for a drive. I think it was me that suggested a walk in the woods. We eventually came across a secluded spot where others had obviously been before.