I got to work that afternoon just like any other afternoon. Actually, scratch that. I got to work that afternoon just like I always did when she was working with me. I made the left in the lot with my music playing loudly to drown out the thud of my heart as I drove up the aisle we always park in. I found her car and looked for the closest possible space to it just in case I didn't chicken out with her that day like I had everyday for the year that I had known her.
I settled on a space two spots away from her and turned off the CD player. I took one last drag of my cigarette and regretted smoking it at all since I knew she wasn't fond of it and again if I didn't chicken out, I wouldn't want the taste of cigarettes on me. So I dug in my purse till I found a breath mint. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
The walk in was always the same. I had mild panic to joy all the way up to the studio with my heart thudding in my ears. I was too old to act and feel this way but I loved every minute of it. I loved feeling alive and that was exactly how she made me feel . I walked through the store up through the men's dept up to the elevator. The elevator ride up was always torture. The doors didn't close fast enough and the elevator car didn't go up fast enough and the doors then didn't open fast enough. I impatiently stood there staring at the buttons waiting for the number two to lose it's glow saying that I had arrived and she was just on the other side of those doors.
I made the left as I left the elevator and there she was. Oh how she took my breath away. She stood at the counter with a big smile on her face that went into her eyes with the brightest sparkle I had ever seen. She was on the phone with a customer and I had to wait to say hello but I went behind her to drop my purse into an empty drawer. I turned and stood facing her back as she talked. The instinct is to grab and hold her close to me but the safe thing is to play with her hair and rub her back a bit. Her hair was shorter than she liked and was growing in but to me she looked beautiful and her hair was smooth and thick between my fingers. I caught the faint smell of her hair and it intoxicated me. She knows that I like her but I don't think she knows just how much.
I know she's married and I really shouldn't put myself through this for a married woman who actually is happy as opposed to me who has been with a man that hasn't loved her in years but it didn't matter anyway because over the years I had come to realize that my interest in girls was not a phase and it would not go away and soon enough I would have to really get over my own fear and just come out already. She hung up with the customer and turned and started talking about the day and our boss and all the other stuff that was normal for anyone to go over with someone that was just starting their shift.
It was just the two of us tonight. The room to the right called me as she talked. It was set back just far enough and it was private enough. I had so many fantasies of taking her in there and pushing her up against the wall and kissing her. I wanted to feel her pressed against the wall with my hands cupping her face. I wanted to feel our tongues dancing together. I wanted to feel the rise and fall of her breasts against mine as we tried to catch our breath.
We did our normal small talk and worked through our day. I would watch her in the camera room when I wasn't busy. We spent most of our time on the floor taking pictures and that meant that I got to stare at her ass most of the time which had become one of my favorite things to do. I watched her lay on the floor to get a shot and I admired the curves of her legs as they bent up behind her. She always complained about her body but I saw nothing wrong with her at all. She was beautiful.