That moment in the planning room had to be a one time thing. Co-workers who barely knew each other, playing footsies with private parts under the table? That's not normal. I went home that Friday with nothing but sex on my mind. The weekend felt like an eternity. I can't even begin to tell you the number of images and possible scenarios that raced through my mind over the weekend.
I was anxious to get back to work on Monday, just to see what, if anything, lay ahead. I was also slightly fearful. What if rumors were to spread? What if that brief moment in the planning room cost me my job? I honestly didn't know anything about this woman. She could hold this entire erotic encounter we had right over my head. She was going to be in control of how things played out. This thought had me somewhat concerned, but it also had me slightly aroused.
With spring on the horizon, I've recently been working on getting in shape. I've been doing brief morning workouts in my basement, then I finish the day taking long walks. It's not just to get in shape though, it also helps give me a place to go and clear my mind. My walks include listening to a lot of sex podcasts. As much as I love music, listening to different sex podcasts has been quite relaxing. Let's just say I did a lot of walking and a lot of podcast listening over that weekend.
Then Monday finally arrived. It wasn't exactly what I expected. I didn't even see her in the building that day. Maybe she had quit? Maybe our encounter on Friday was her naughty departure from a job she never really liked? Maybe she was just lonely, or looking for someone to start her weekend off with a bang? I can't make too many assumptions. The only thing I knew about this woman was her large curvy build and an incredibly alluring personality that just sucked you in.
My assumptions were quickly put to rest on Tuesday. I saw her from a distance in the late afternoon. I was erect within seconds. Rubbing her foot between my legs was still fresh on my mind. Unfortunately that was the last time I would see her for the remainder of the week. We didn't cross paths at work, not once. Maybe she was avoiding me, maybe she was embarrassed?
By Friday, I had come to terms with our encounter being a random one time thing. I was finally clearing my head and getting back into my usual routines. I recently learned that there was an old trail system behind our building that was once used for hiking, jogging or walking dogs. About a mile long, it was supposedly a great place to burn some calories or just enjoy nature. After work that day, I broke out the shorts, hoodie and running shoes, grabbed my water bottle and went for a little exploration hike.
It was a nice long loop that went well into the woods, up to the edge of a cornfield, then back down into the woods again. There were some challenging hills and some wooden ramps to walk across. Most of the trees and brush were still grey and lifeless from the long winter. Occasionally I'd come across a few green plants starting to sprout. Spring was definitely on the horizon, and this 70 degree day was definitely helping the vegetation slowly come back to life.
There didn't seem to be any activity on the trail, which was very relaxing. I came to a spot where there were a few fallen trees, mostly off in the brush, but still bordering the edges of the path. The fallen trees had a lot of carved graffiti on them. Even though the graffiti looked extremely old and worn, it was clear that people, at one time or another, used this little trail system to hang out.
