(After a Friday night tryst with his lovely bank branch manager, Alex, a management trainee, is unsure about their relationship in the ‘cold light of day' at work on Monday morning.)
Monday morning was a little uncomfortable for me at work. My dream-like tryst with Dorothy Friday night had been on my mind all weekend. I hoped Constance hadn't noticed my occasional pre-occupation or symptoms of guilt. Our relationship was not what it once was but I had no wish to increase her unhappiness. And now at work I wondered if Dorothy felt the same affection for me in the cold light of day that we had shared Friday night. Of course, I also suspected all my co-workers could read my mind. Naturally, Bob and Jan didn't have to read my mind. Each of them was friendly and cordial - and we exchanged a couple of smiles that suggested a comradeship in secret knowledge.
But Dorothy showed no sign of special feeling or changed relationship. It seemed like 'business-as-usual'. Of course she was an assistant branch manager and couldn't allow personal situations to interfere with her responsibilities. We smiled - stiffly? - at each other and said the usual things. We had no occasion to work together during the day so I was ill at ease all morning.
When I saw her for the first time my heart skipped a beat. She was more beautiful in her business clothes than I remembered - probably because I now knew what hid beneath her tailored suit. Her lovely, vibrant face seemed fresh - her eyes flashed - her hair was full in soft waves to her shoulders. The skirt couldn't hide all of her stunning legs in smart pumps nor the gentle curve of hip and bottom. But her blouse, jacket and A-line of the skirt obscured the feminine tummy, narrow waist, gorgeous breasts, alluring derriere, and compelling thighs that I knew were there. I couldn't touch her, hold her, kiss her and be reassured of her feelings. Instead, I was afraid Friday night might be an incident she was trying to forget. My fears were especially troubling because I had spent the weekend fantasizing. My level of desire for Dorothy was higher than I could ever remember it being for anyone before.
In the middle of the afternoon we passed each other in an aisle-way behind the teller stations when no one else was close by. As we passed her hand touched my arm momentarily and, in a whisper through a hesitant (?) smile, she said, "Hi."
My low spirits revived a little. I quickly whispered back, "Hi," and went on with my work - somewhat relieved but still full of doubt. In spite of her touch and greeting, might she still want to end our short-lived affair? Her smile was friendly but tentative. Was Friday night a momentary lapse? If not, how were we going to handle it at work, at home? There was no quick answer for any of this, I knew. And I was back to the guilt thing.
When the bank closed to customers the tellers, including me, began to balance their day's work. I was notoriously terrible at this part of the job. As they usually did every day, the supervisors polled the tellers to see if anyone was having a problem. Dorothy seemed to make it a point to be the one who came to my station to see how I was doing. I confessed that I was out-of-balance (surprise!). She offered to give me a hand. My heart raced. It took Dorothy a few minutes to attend to something else. By the time she came back most of the other tellers had finished balancing and gone home or were working in back with the bookkeepers.
My teller area was typically confined, so we were standing close together. The scent of her perfume brought back affectionate feelings and thrilling memories. It also triggered a stirring in my slacks in spite of my apprehension. She started looking at the record of my day's transactions - but her thoughts were elsewhere. "Alex, I don't know what you must think of me."
"What do you mean?" We kept our voices low. No one happened to be nearby at the moment, but sounds carried in the bank lobby.
"You know - Friday night ... the way I was ... so ... you know. I hope you don't think I was ... easy ... or ... I've never been ... like that - never before."
Either Dorothy was having second thoughts - or (I hoped) perhaps was fishing for reassurance. I ventured, "If you're embarrassed then ... I guess it must be because I behaved badly. I ... well ... I've never been like that before either. I've never felt like this before. I thought something wonderful was ... well, ... never mind, maybe you don't feel that way ..."
We had to look like we were working on my out-of-balance. It made our real business difficult - kisses and hugs could be dangerous. She looked up from the work for a moment to whisper, "Alex, you didn't behave badly ... that's not what I meant." Her eyes became softly questioning - her hand touched mine and she continued, "What were you going to say ... when you said you 'thought something wonderful was' ... what was it? ... Please." Suddenly there was something about her body language - something about her look. The back of my throat tingled and my groin felt like it wanted to cuddle. Did she feel like I did? That wonderful chemistry again? Something was definitely surging through my veins.
"Well, I felt something wonderful happening between us ... we were sharing something ... something really beautiful and compelling. I ... I had never felt so tender ... and adoring ... toward anyone. And well, the passion ... has never been that consuming for me. It was overpowering. ... I felt so close to you." I hoped I hadn't said too much. Had I stuck my neck out?
She gasped a little, "Oh, Lord, yes! It certainly was overpowering! Do you still ... feel that way?"
"Yes. Very much. I feel like I want to reach out and gather you in."
She looked around quickly and then put her hand over mine and squeezed. "Alex, I had all those feelings too." When I squeezed back her look and voice softened and warmed and she continued, "I couldn't believe ... how wonderful it was. It never really has been ... very good for me ... before. But, yes, it was overpowering ... very overpowering". Her voice trailed off.
"I hope I wasn't too forward."
"No! You were gentle ... and caring ... and ... very loving."
"... Because you made me feel that way. I still feel the same way. All the things I said when we kissed goodnight are still true." I squeezed her hand, "I thought we had shared something very strong ... and very beautiful."
"Mmm, Lover." She squeezed my hand tighter. "I meant what I said too ... and as I remember, we didn't just kiss goodnight."
I looked at her eyes. They were yearning. I assumed mine were sending a similar warm message. I had a strong sense of her closeness and my stirrings were intensifying. We both looked around to be sure we were still alone. I inched closer to her, touching hips. She nudged into me. I looked once more before my hand hugged around her narrow waist and trailed down over her softly curving hip. "Mmmmm, I'll never forget your softness ... and that wonderful way we said goodnight."
She looked around as well before turning slightly toward me - pressing her tummy into my hip. My hand cupped her lovely bottom cheeks and held her close to help her snuggle for a moment. She looked at me with adoring eyes, sent me little kisses and brushed her hand over my growing erection. Her fingers traced its length and squeezed the head. She whispered, "Oohh, Alex, you get so stiff ... so fast. And I get wet and ready for you ... so fast."
"Dorothy, I ..." We both heard footsteps in the hall coming from the back office and moved apart. "I think I'm still out of balance here and I don't have a clue. Help!" She returned reluctantly to the supervising business and I returned reluctantly to being a teller ... sort of.
The first step was to recount my cash. While she began to count the bills she asked me to count the coin, the bulk of which was stored in rolls in a case on the floor under my counter. I knelt down and began to count.
