Many years ago, I worked in a corporate office, in a boring job and the only bright spark was that I sat next to Vicky. She wasn't a drop-dead gorgeous blonde with big tits and an arse you could die for like in so many stories, she was a real person. Brunette, 5'4 or so, about a size 14 with nice enough tits and hardly any arse. But she was fucking funny. We had so much banter and it always ended up with a ton of innuendo.
I had a girlfriend at the time, so Vicky and I kept things purely platonic. But we'd go for lunch every day together, we'd flirt outrageously and eventually, after months and months of this sort of thing, we had quite a big conversation.
We were talking about kinks. We were sat in the park one lunch time eating our lunch. She was in this denim skirt and I kept getting a flash of her white knickers beneath... Anyhow, she proceeds to tell me some of her kinks. One being that she liked the idea of being truly dominated. Dare she say it... she was very embarrassed... but she had a rape fantasy. She explained that the logic side of her mind pushed it away - but she was very submissive and she got wet thinking about being forced.
Months passed I found myself now single, the flirting carried on and soon, it was coming up to Christmas. Loads of people booked leave for the festive period, but I had taken loads of holiday in the summer, so I was working up until Christmas Eve. So was Vicky. All was not lost.
Turns out, it was just us and our boss Daniel left in for the last week before the break. He was quite relaxed and we had extended pub lunches, we left a bit early most days and he told us that on Christmas eve, he was leaving at 2 and we could both do the same.
As the week went on, the pub lunches got more and more booze-filled and one afternoon, Vicky and I were chatting about kinks again and we got back to her domination fantasy. I told her that what she needed was a good friend who could simulate her fantasy. She agreed that it would be good, but she might not be so into it if she knew it was planned. I told her that the element of surprise was the thing that was going to help and she needed a safe word, but no idea of time, place or anything else. I suggested, as it was Christmas that the safe word was Rudolph. We laughed, flirted some more and carried on with our day.