The Date

February 2019

Revised September 2022

Readers,

This is a rewrite of a story I wrote a couple of years ago. I hope my current skill level can improve this story.

joeehartley

Janet and Brad both worked at the same company; both knew that they had reached their maximum position. They were what the executives called solid citizen employees. They knew their jobs well and performed them better than any new hire could. They even accepted the fact that they were in dead-end positions, but were unwilling to seek out better employment. They were both putting in their time until retirement.

Brad had been attracted to Janet for quite a while. He knew she divorced her ex a few years back and then started dating using several of the online dating services. Brad was very familiar with them since he had followed the same pattern about 6 years ago. He didn't want just be part of the crowd trying to impress her. They were co-workers and if she saw him as just another of the phonies trying to get into her pants, it might make working with her unbearable for the next five years.

They had chatted every so often and seemed to enjoy each other's company, but had never done anything together socially before.

"Hi Janet," Brad greeted his co-worker during their break. "Do you have any plans this evening?"

Janet responded, "Just the usual, home, get comfortable, eat, and watch TV."

"Would you like to go out and grab a bite?" Brad asked.

"You mean a date?" She asked.

"Well, I'm trying hard not to think of it as a date, but I guess it is. I just thought that we seem to like each other and I know I tend to do the same thing night after night, just like you described. I might be fun to hang out a bit and get to know each other."

Janet thought for a moment then answered, "I got really burnt out with the dating scene after my divorce. Going out to eat, or drinks is normally crowded and noisy. I find that it stresses me out. It's okay if you are actually on a date and trying to figure out if you want to go home with the guy, but for just hanging out, I don't think it works too well. Like I said I don't like dating anymore."

Brad nodded, "I got tired of the dating scene too. Everyone is trying too hard to impress each other and you really don't get to know anyone. The women I dated all wore a mask to hide the person they really are. I agree going out is normally crowded and noisy. The places that aren't, are dark and cozy meant for romance. I would just like a chance to spend more that 5 minutes talking with you."

"If you are serious about just hanging out with no pretenses, then maybe it might be worth a try. I'm in a rut after work too and a change might be good, but I don't want to dress up and go out." Janet replied.

"I'm with you on that. When I get home, the first thing I want to do is get out of my work clothes and grab a glass of wine."

Janet smiled, nodding and said, "me too. If you can handle seeing the real me for a couple of hours, you can come over and we'll order a pizza. I have some wine."

"Sounds great," Brad replied, "Should I just follow you after work?"

"I'll give you the address, but I should warn you that when I get home, these clothes come off." Janet said quite seriously.

"So are you a nudist?" Brad asked equally seriously.

"I wouldn't say I'm a nudist, but I don't wear clothes at home."

Brad smiled at that comment. "I too hate wearing clothes, you might say I'm a closet nudist. A long time ago when this old body looked better, I often went to nudist resorts, but that was a long time ago. I haven't been naked in front of anyone in a long time. If the invitation is open, I'd love to join you in a sky clad pizza party."

Janet responded, "I did say that I'm not really a nudist. A nudist feels the same in a group when they are naked as they do when they are wearing clothes. That is not me."

"Do you get embarrassed, nervous, uncomfortable in any way?" Brad asked.

Janet lowered her head and a flush blossomed over her face, "Nothing like that. I get aroused."

"Oh!" Exclaimed Brad. "I wasn't thinking of sex. I just want to hang out and get to know each other."

"You said you wanted to get to know the real me; this is me. I come home, strip down, get something to eat, and watch porn. You are still welcome to join me if I haven't scared you off," she replied.

Brad stood in shocked silence for a moment. He snapped out of his stupor when he noticed Janet starting at him. "Sorry," he stammered. "I was not expecting that at all, but I did say I wanted to get to know the real you. I'm up for it if the invitation still stands. What kind of porn do you have?"

"Great," Janet said as she wrote her address on a scrape of paper. "This will definitely be different from my normal evenings." Her neck and face colored a bit, but this was not from embarrassment. "I'm already looking forward to this."

"I must admit this is not what I expected when I asked to hang out, but I'm getting a bit excited thinking about it. Do you want to set any ground rules or just see where things lead?" Brad responded.

Janet glanced down before responding. When she looked back up, she wore a grin. "We're both old enough to have been through all the games. We know what to expect and are not afraid of it. We have known each other for a long time and I like you. Let's just see what happens, shall we? Unless you're afraid of something."

"Not at all, It's just so outside the box. This is what I wanted to get to know about you. I suspected that you didn't follow the norm, and I like that. You already strike me as an exciting person and now I regret waiting so long to approach you."

Break was long over and both Brad and Janet returned to work. The both allowed their imagination to play with the possibilities tonight would bring.

Brad followed Janet's little Honda the fifteen minutes to her apartment. It was in the same general direction as Brad's house. He noted that they only lived about a mile apart. He parked in the visitor lot and followed Janet to her second-floor door.

Janet opened the door and invited her co-worker in. It was obvious to both that they were crossing a boundary and there was a nervous excitement in the air. Before the door closed a young man carrying a pizza box approached them.

"Just a second," Janet said as she fumbled with her purse and produced money for the delivery person. She took the box and sat it on the counter. "I called it in before we left work." She explained. "That way I don't have to wait too long."

She turned towards the cabinet and produced two glasses and a bottle of red wine. After setting the glasses and wine on the counter next to the pizza, she turned to face Brad, took a deep breath and reached for the buttons on her blouse. She stepped past him and walked down the hall. "You can leave your clothes in my bedroom if you like."

Brad followed her into her bedroom. His shirt was opened, as was her blouse when she turned to face him. The flush of her upper chest and neck was apparent as she removed her blouse and dropped it on the bed. Brad removed his shirt as well watching Janet intently.

Janet paused, "This is more exciting that I thought it would be." She reached behind her back, unfastened her bra and smiled watching Brad's reaction as she slowly lowered her bra exposing her breasts. She stood topless in front of him watching as he remove his T-shirt. She savored the view of his naked chest and softly sighed. "This has to be the longest I've taken to get out of my clothes in a very long time," she said.

"We can stop if you are having second thoughts about this," Brad offered. "I know I am normally out of my work clothes within a minute of getting home."

"Me too, and no, I don't want to stop. I'm just commenting about how much I'm enjoying this," she removed her skirt.

Brad sat on the bed, removed his shoes and pants. He stood and looked at Janet dressed only in her panties as she stared at him dressed only in his undershorts. They each eyed each other up and down. Their breathing increased and each noticed the arousal of the other. Janet's nipples hardened as much as Brad's penis.

"I must admit that I am more aroused right now stripping and watching you strip than I have been in a long while. Do you want to continue?" Brad asked.

"Oh yes, but let's do it together."

"Okay, but slowly." Brad slipped his thumbs into the waist band of his shorts.

"Yes!" Janet panted as she too slipped her hands inside her panties and pushed down slightly.

Brad followed her lead and pushed down exposing his pubic hair. He watched Janet's eyes follow the path his shorts now exposed.

Janet shook her head as if clearing away her fantasy then looked Brad in the eye, smiled a mischievous, little smile, then turned around and pushed her panties over her butt and bent over. She wiggled her butt then straightened up and turned around. Her face was beet red. I don't know why I did that; I just felt right at that moment."

"I loved it," Brad responded and his cock agreed by pushing out his boxers. He pushed his shorts down to just covering the head of his penis and leaving the rest out for Janet at see. "Should I go all the way?" He asked.

All Janet could do was nod and with that encouragement Brad's undershorts were on the floor.

After several moments of staring at the bobbing cock so close to her, Janet blew out a breath and lowered her panties to the floor as well. "Neither of us have been with anyone sexually in a long while, but even so I did not expect to be this aroused by just watching you undress and seeing your reactions as I removed my clothes."

"This has been pretty intense for me too. Are you sure you don't want to set some boundaries?" Brad shared.

"I think it is the absence of boundaries that is making this so hot. It's the tease that I find so arousing. Don't you agree?"

"I'm having fun and I'm in no rush to end this either. Let's go have some pizza."

Janet brushed past Brad as if accidently touching his naked body with her naked body. They both knew it was no accident.

Once in the kitchen the pizza was distributed onto plates and wine poured into glasses, they sat on the bar stools by the counter. Janet offered an idea. "How about we play a game? You said you wanted to just hang out and get to know each other; we actually learned a lot about ourselves and each other, as we got naked. So how about we play a modified version of truth or dare?"

"Okay, how would that work?" Brad asked.

"It seems that we are calming down a bit and the blood is now flowing to our brains," she said with a laugh. " We can ask each other anything and the other has to answer honestly."

"No problem, we are not twenty anymore." Brad responded with a laugh of his own.

"And every other question has to be something to turn us on, such as displaying ourselves." Janet said.

"You mean like brushing up against each other in order to cop a feel?" Brad asked with a smile.

"Oh, you noticed that did you? Yeah, like that." Janet added.

"Okay, I guess I get to go first."

"Sure."

"You already told me that you watch porn almost every night, so my question is: Who do you fantasize about when you masturbate?" Brad asked.

"Wow! You get right to it don't you? No what school did you go to, or what's your favorite color, just who do you lust after." Janet laughed. "Actually, I think about men I know, or have met mostly. I sometimes think about the actors in the movies I watch, but it's usually men I know. It makes my interaction with them very pleasant." She paused with her lips displaying playful smirk. "If you are pondering if I think of you sometimes, I think you already know the answer to that based on how quickly I accepted your invitation to get together tonight." The truth of Janet's statements was obvious. Her nipples played the part of lie detector displaying her state of arousal as she spoke.

"Your turn, same question."

"Okay, fair is fair. I don't think I masturbate as often as you, but I haven't exactly fantasized about you sexually. Yes, I've been attracted to you for a long time and have thought about you and seeing you naked, but that's about it. I normally think about fantasy women, not really anyone I know." Brad answered. "I guess the next obvious question for each of us is what do we most often fantasize about, but I'll wait to answer that one until you ask." The smirk was now on Brads face. His arousal rose to make itself known as he thought about how he might place Janet into a few of his fantasies.

"So I guess it's my turn again." Janet said eyeing Brad's naked body from head to toe. "I think we both want to get a bit more physical, but I'm torn as to if I want my hands on you more than I want your hands on me, so how about a hug with benefits?"

Janet got up and retrieved her kitchen timer. "We need to set a time limit or we will get carried away and we still have several slices of pizza and half a bottle of wine left." She said with a smile. She set the timer for one minute, set it on the counter, and then placed her open palms onto Brad's chest.

Janet fingered Brad's nipples just as he pinched hers. She looked him in the eye as she lowered her hands down his chest and over his stomach. His cock stiffened in preparation for what was expected.

Brad lowered one hand following the path on her body that she was following on his. He moved his other hand to her back and starting a downward path towards her butt.

Her hand gripped his hardened cock and he fingered her front and back just as the timer told them to stop.

They separated each breathing hard. Janet picked up her glass of wine, downed it and refilled the glass. "Want some more?" she asked indicating Brad's glass.

Seeing a nod she filled his glass, then announced, "My turn. Stand up, turn around, spread your legs, and bend over."

Brad had barely recovered his breath when her directions invigorated him. He took a large gulp of wine then stood not knowing what to expect, but definitely curious. He turned around, spread his legs and bent over presenting his ass to her.

He felt her hands stroking the cheeks of his butt then one hand reached between his legs and cupped his balls. He felt his balls being gently massaged and his butt being gripped and kneaded. A finger stroked up the crack of his ass and back down to his balls, then reached further to grip his cock. Just as he thought he could take no more the timer sounded.

He staggered a bit then regained his seat on the barstool and saw a smiling Janet seated close with her nipples hardened and her legs spread. Janet picked up another slice of pizza and said, "As soon as you catch your breath it's your turn to ask a question."

"That was intense." Brad said. He took a moment to calm down and his cock to also relax just a bit. He took the last piece of pizza and after another sip of wine asked Janet, "Tell me about your favorite fantasies."

Janet put down her pizza, wiped off her hands on the towel nearby, and then placed her hand on her thigh near her open display. " I get most of my ideas from the movies I watch. I sometimes think about being tied up and having a guy do what ever he wants with me. I sometimes like the idea of being bent over and spanked then taken from the rear." Her finger slipped inside of her as she confessed, "I have thought of you fondling me in the lunch room when no one was around, not overtly, but more like accidently stroking my ass or breasts." The flush of excitement covered her chest, "Let's hear yours and then turn on a movie. I want to masturbate next to you." She removed her hand and took another drink of wine.

Brad knew his fantasies; he also knew he'd love to watch Janet masturbate; he would join her. He touched his throbbing cock and gentle stroked it. "I can hardly wait for that. I have many fantasies that I enjoy, but most contain a lot of oral. I do love licking and sucking; both giving and receiving."

"Oh yes, me too. Let's move to the couch and turn on the movie." Janet stated as she stood.

"You said that one of your fantasies was of me fondling you. Before we go to the couch, would you like another chance to fondle each other?" Brad asked.

"I did say that and I've often thought of your hands on me. I think you liked the way I fondle you too. We have skipped the last fondling part of our truth or dare; we do need to do it on our way to the couch just to get us in the mood. You first, position me however you want."

Brad stood and placed both of his hands on Janet's breasts then turned her around and had her bend over just as she had positioned him earlier. He caressed her between her legs and up the crease of her ass. He then started to masturbate her until the timer indicated it was time to stop.

"My turn," Janet announced breathlessly and put her hands on Brads chest. She played with his nipples until they hardened as much as hers were then stroked his chest, stomach, and lower. She stroked his cock and gently massaged his balls until the timer told her to stop.

They both retired to the living room and settled onto the couch. It had dual recliners so they were not actually touching. Janet started the movie; it consisted of one sex scene after another, but it had the effect of increasing their level of arousal. Janet had provided a hand towel for each of them and as the mutual masturbation started, they spent as much time watching each other as they did watching the movie.

Brad arrived at work early the following day a bit uncertain about how his relationship with Janet would change. He had been around long enough to know that office romances seldom lead to anything, but problems. He hadn't planned on getting involved with anyone, much less anyone he worked with. Granted all they did was get naked, fondle a bit, and masturbate in front of each other. This was what teenagers did, before they actually had sex.

He and Janet were adults, they could have easily gone into her bedroom, so why were they acting like virgins and just teasing each other. He had to admit that just the memory of that night turned him on. This was so unlike any date he'd ever had.

He wasn't sure how to address his feelings and something inside of him feared to even bring it up. The lunchroom was empty as he poured his coffee and prepared to head back to his office.

Janet walked into the lunchroom to put her lunch in the company refrigerator and grabbed a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, Brad. How are you today?"

Started by the sound he looked up to see Janet pouring a cup of coffee, "I'm good, and you?"

It was time for both of them to be at their desk, so there was no time for idle chatter, or deep conversations. They both left the lunchroom to start the task they were both hired to do.

The day proved to be busy and they did not get a chance to see each other again for the rest of the day. After Brad cleared off his desk and prepared to leave, he looked for Janet, but she had already left.

Janet arrived home and immediately poured a glass of wine. It had been a busy day and she didn't even have time to take a break. She even ate her lunch at her desk. She knew she had over-shared her after work hours life with Brad, but she did enjoy it. She knew that her idiosyncrasy was not normal and feared she might have given Brad the wrong idea, or worse made him think her perverted. She did not want to date or get into a romantic relationship with anyone and Brad had said the same.

She had never been afraid to talk about what was on her mind before, so why was this different? Why did she just want to forget about last night and pretend it never happened? Why did she want it to happen again? In her confusion, she poured another glass of wine and ordered a salad to be delivered from the Italian deli down the street.