The following is the continuation of a true story. It further describes the hot little affair that developed between myself and a married coworker of mine named Dana. If you haven't read part 1 of the story, you should probably start there.
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A couple of weeks had passed since Dana had gone down on me in the back of my truck, and we hadn't gotten together again. We still talked and flirted through company email, and there were backhanded references to what had happened that night. I knew she wanted to do more, but I also knew that Dana liked to move at her own speed. She was enjoying the thrill of the chase, and to tell the truth, so was I.
Eventually her questions began getting more targeted. Whe she asked me about the availability of my place, I knew I had her. At the time I owned my own home, but I was sharing it with an old roommate of mine.
"When does your roommate come home from work?" Dana asked one day, totally out of the blue. I explained that he usually didn't get home until later in the evening, a few hours after me.
"I'd like to see your place one day", she told me. "I'm curious about where you live."
I assured Dana that she was welcome to come by anytime, and that we could hang out whenever she wanted. "I wouldn't have much time though", she stipulated by email. "I can't be away that long."
Another few days passed. Dana said nothing more about hanging out. At this point we had actually gone to lunch a few times, but nothing much happened other than the usual flirting and edgy talk. We always kept it low key, so as not to arouse any suspicion. Both of us had nosey bosses, not to mention everyone else in the office.
One day I returned to my desk to find a single email from Dana, and once again it was a one-liner that made my stomach lurch:
"Would you use a condom?"
My dick went instantly hard. I loved the way Dana could totally ignore things for days at a time, and then suddenly blurt out whatever was on her mind.
"Of course." I replied. "Not a problem."
"Fine then", Dana wrote back. "Tomorrow after work, I'll follow you back to your house."
The next day seemed to last two weeks. Dana and I didn't cross paths at work, but I knew from the computer system that she'd logged in. Just as I was wondering if maybe she chickened out, Dana showed up at my desk. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans and a button-down white blouse that did a great job of showing off her tits.
"I'm only going to have an hour", she told me. "Can you leave now?"
Fifteen minutes later we were turning onto my block, Dana following me in her own car. As I walked her up the porch steps I placed one hand on her hip, and she jumped forward adorably. I could tell she was nervous, and it was cute as hell.
Inside the house, I asked her if she wanted a drink. She took some cold water. I watched her gulp down some pretty big sips, and saw her shoulders relax a little.
"So this is the swinging bachelor pad, hmm?" Dana teased, extending a finger.
"Yup", I said, briefly showing her around. As awkward as things seemed, there was also an air of genuine excitement. Each of us knew exactly why we were there, and a sexual tension hung deliciously in the air. I think Dana was both savoring it and waiting for me to make the first move.
I didn't make her wait long.
"Wanna see the bedroom?" I smiled, and watched her smirk back at me. Her eyes sparkled.
"I think so", she responded shyly. "As much as I know I probably shouldn't."
"Entirely up to you", I shot back. "We could always see what's on TV and drink some more water."
Dana laughed, and I think she called me an asshole. I responded by taking her hand, and gently leading her down the hallway. We stepped into my bedroom, and I made a grand, sweeping gesture with one arm.
"Nice umm, mirrors", Dana said matter-of-factly. She was referring to the full-length mirrored closet doors adjacent to my bed.
