Follow Me:>EP1
One thing that just about all of us has in common is our need to work to make a living. And when you think about it, we spend almost as much quality waking time with our coworkers as we do our friends and family, especially during the week. I guess that’s why the quality of the work environment is so important these days to each of us.
But there is one thing you can rely on, no matter where you work or have worked, be you man or woman, old or young: you have, on at least one occasion, either thought about or have had sex with one of your coworkers. If you haven’t, check your pulse.
I’m a programmer, so I spend a lot of time at work. I work odd hours, I come in late, and I stay late. The work is challenging, and the people are good to me, so I don’t mind it at all. Add to that a liberal expense policy (which was very liberal during the Y2K craze), and you pretty much have the makings of an ideal situation. It’s not uncommon for any of us to turn in a couple late meals for the week on expense, so on any given day you might find a few of us there at 11:30 at night just coding (typing) away.
During the summer of 1999, which was pretty much the peak of the Y2K crunch for us, we had no choice but to bring in some reinforcements. We had several programs that were used all the time that absolutely had to be upgraded, and time was running out. As a group we interviewed about 15 people and selected 1, Corinne, a woman in her late 40’s. She was about 5’2″ tall, with short, steel-gray hair and blue eyes. She was strikingly attractive. In fact, she seemed to be way too good looking to be in the computer industry, which is (let’s face it) chock full of not-so-hot-looking people.
Corinne was a skilled web programmer, and she worked with me to upgrade some of our older programs to work on the web. It was a fun project, but was very time consuming and required serious dedication on both our parts. She was a very strong willed person, somewhat dominant actually, and I gave her a wide berth. Over the course of a few months we became good friends and would regularly eat out after work (on the company dime of course) before going home.
It was a very hot July evening when Corinne and I had been working for about 11 hours straight and we decided to get dinner. Normally we would go our separate ways home afterwards, but this night we thought we should really go back after dinner to work on a popular program that lots of people were using. We frequented a little restaurant up the street that was within walking distance. It was sort of dark, but the food was excellent and it was nice and close to the office.
“Let’s go, Jakey”, she said. I didn’t notice it so much when we first interviewed her, but her voice had a sweet resonance that seemed to hang in the air like ribbons in the breeze. It had the kind of pitch that sent chills up your spine when you heard her in the next room. There was just something about that voice that I will never forget. I think it was her dominant personality being dominated in turn by her submissive sounding voice. It had a confidence that was finished with smooth coolness.
“OK, let me get my wallet”, I replied. We locked up and began to walk up the street. It was 7:45 when we left for the restaurant and the sun was still shining brightly and it was very warm outside. She was wearing a smart light blue suit and gray stockings. Her legs were very shapely and I noticed early on that she liked to show them off. As I recall it was a rarity to see her in something cut below the knee and she never wore slacks.
It was hard at times not to look at her like an object, but like I said, at one time or another…
For various, good, and responsible reasons, we never drank alcohol during dinner. Neither of us was a teetotaler, but we just never drank since we usually were driving home immediately afterward. Today was different, though, since we were going to walk back to work after dinner. She broke the ice by ordering a Stoli’s on the rocks and I got an Absolut and 7-up. Vodka, good vodka, is truth serum, incidentally. Corinne and I discussed some of the details of what we were working on, some chitchat about the home life in general, and then the conversation became much more interesting. After dinner and a few more rounds, the conversation went straight into the gutter. Yeah, right, that never happened to you.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.
“So, tell me, Jakey. You’re an attractive guy. You have a nice strong bod”, she laughed and said as she reached across the table and gave my right bicep a firm squeeze. “Why aren’t you hooked up by now?”
“I’ve been hooked, de-hooked, been the hook-ee, the hook-er, the hook-less. I think I’ve had about enough of the hooking scene.” Just as I said that, the waitress came by and looked at me. Her eyes got as big as dinner plates and she walked away without saying a word. Corinne and I burst out laughing at the same time.
“I guess that didn’t sound the way I wanted it to!” I said.
“You could hook if you had to”, she said. “You have nice buns. And your blue eyes are gorgeous.”
“Not as gorgeous as yours, and your ass is..”, I caught my slightly drunken self in mid sentence. These days you have to be so careful with these things with coworkers.
“What about it, Jakey? I’m not going to TURN YOU IN!!!”, she laughed.
“You’re an attractive woman, Corinne. I mean, I think you’re really, really attractive. In fact, I have wondered on more than one occasion why you are here. You could be like a model or something and you’re a programmer. That is so hot.”
“Hot? You think programming is hot?”
“I think women that can think are hot. It’s icing on the cake that you have an incredible body and a beautiful face.”
“Whoa, shy little Jakey saying nice things. I thought you never noticed me that way.”
“You’d be surprised what I notice.”
We both laughed at that, and chatted for a while longer.
“Let’s get our check, Jakey.”
I paid the bill and we left. As we walked back to the office we noticed that after the sun had set the air cooled off a little. The summer evening was still and calm, and the warm, humid air embraced us like and old friend as we exited the restaurant and walked back to the office.
“Jakey, I know this is probably a big no-no, but from the time I saw you I thought you were so cute. You probably think I’m just some old woman but after I’ve come to know you better I think you are a really nice person. I just want you to know that.” She reached to touch my hand and squeezed it firmly.
“Corinne, I think you are an incredible person”, I said as we continued to hold hands and walk together. “You are attractive and intelligent, and I know you are standoffish sometimes but I think you do that because you fear people won’t respect you and your work. But I understand that you have to be tough sometimes since you’re a woman. I know we’re coming up on the end of our projects, and I guess I just want you to know that, too. I like you, Corinne. I bent over and kissed her right cheek.”
We held hands as we walked back to the office building, which has an outdoor deck that wraps around two corners of our building and overlooks a wide, slow-moving river. The view is incredible, especially at night. The city skyline reflects off the river to give it a mysterious, sultry shimmer. I so love that relaxing view of the river at night that I often go out on the deck in the evening and sit for a few minutes while I’m working to let my mind wander. It releases tension and it often gives me new ideas.
I was standing on the deck when she moved toward me. We knew that in the next 3 seconds things were going to change one way or another. That is such an incredible feeling. We’ve all been there. That erotic anticipation, fear of refusal, exhilaration of acceptance smothers the mind. It defines who you are for a few seconds. That feeling could be bottled and sold.
As we turned toward each other, I could smell her perfume. She smelled like silken roses. I could taste it in my mind, as I had so many times before. In the months prior when we would be working together, she’d lean over me, and that scent would infect me. It was some high-priced perfume, to be sure. It was one of those aromas that confused your sense of scent with taste, being with doing. I loved its sweet aroma coupled with her delicate perspiration lingering in the evening air.
My eyes were closed and I put my left hand on her shoulder. As her eyes closed her neck arched and her face approached mine. I first felt her exhale on my face, and then it was all over. I dragged my right index finger below her right ear to the base of her neck. When her lips met mine, I could feel a relaxed, confident desire in her kiss. This was a woman that knew what she wanted. She had been here before. No man, no matter how sexy, charming, witty, or intelligent was going to intimidate her. I loved that about her.
Her lips were wet and supple, firm and warm. As I bent to kiss her she gently wrapped her hand around the back of my head and pulled me to her. She moaned every time our lips met. A soft moan on contact, slightly louder moans escaped her as our lips met more vigorously. I caressed her face and put my hands through her soft, dark gray hair. Her scent was intoxicating and her beauty was simply beyond words. All those nights masturbating while thinking about what she would be like. All those nights masturbating thinking what it would be like to kiss her. All those nights masturbating thinking what it would be like to… “Corinne, you are a wonderful kisser,” I murmured.
Quietly, so solemnly, she said, “Jakey, you can kiss me any time.” We held hands and walked into the building. It was 11:15 and we were totally alone.
“Corinne”, I laughed, “I am not ready to work right now. Let’s do something to sober up.”
“What did you have in mind, Jakey?” she asked playfully.
“Follow me.”