I've been hanging out with people from work a lot lately. One of the girls, a slightly older (4 years) hot little female colleague of mine, turned single a few months ago and has has showed me some solid IOIs. I'm guessing there's a lot of sentiment on here with regards to not shitting where you eat, but while I see the logic this girl has too great of a body to pass up. A horse-rider with very generous curves.

While dropping a few flirty comments here and there (from innocent comments like "You're certainly rocking that secretary outfit today" to playful innuendo), my idea has been to to play it slow and let her to make the definitive first move and I'll follow it up from there. There's a bit of a back-story with she and her ex having tried to make it work back-and-forth and seeing as I have to make a professional relationship with her possible (she's in the office next to mine, we work in the same team), I felt that if I were to travel down this path I'd have to make sure it was her initiative.

She (lets call her Betty) and her best friend (also a colleague of ours; "Lynn") was going out to celebrate their friend's birthday, the celebration culminating at a club, and they told me I should meet them there. I decide that this is the night I'll make it happen. We have a standing joke at work about "bobbies" (from bobsleigh-riders about women that put up no work in the bed-room, instead laying there motionlessly. So on saturday afternoon I text her: "Betty! Put on your best bobby-dress and show us exactly how Christian you are tonight..." (she's born close to the bible-belt, which she hears a lot)

I don't get an answer for several hours, but it doesn't bother me in the slighest (it would've a year ago). Then, early evening, I get a "It's on!" back. Oh, it's on alright ;)

I meet up with them at around midnight after solo-clubbing a while and find them at a table, the only place to sit is opposite Betty. I introduce myself to the few people I don't know and we're having a good time just talking and laughing. The girl next to Betty gets up to get to the ladies room and soon I'm finding myself in the vacant seat, arm around her. She takes my other hand and puts it on her thigh. I tell her I'm going to scope out the competition on the dance floor and she follows me. I let her catch up so I can put my hand on her lower back and lead her there.

We dance for a couple of songs before she comes real close, looks like she wants to kiss me, but backs off. This happens a few times, before she smiles coyly and drags me to a corner. I push her up against the wall, we kiss, make out for a few seconds only, before she says "Sorry, I really can't do this..." and heads back to the lounge. I shrug my shoulders and follow her, vowing to not let it bother me and play the long game instead.

Lynn quickly remarks on how guilty Betty looks then looks at me, I smile and shrug my shoulders playfully, winking to Betty. She too breaks into a smile and pats the seat next to her. I sit down, but don't put my arm around her this time. She soon takes my hand and places it on her thigh again. There's no awkwardness, which I attribute to not making anything out of nothing. The rest of our party soon heads to the bar, leaving us alone (obviously intentionally, if I know Lynn...)

"I'm sorry about earlier, I shouldn't have done that." she says. I squeeze her thigh. "But you wanted to." She giggles and nods, and I again put my other arm around her. "So what now?" she asks. "That's up to you. You have to ask yourself, are you too Christian to take what you want?" She punches me on the shoulder lightly and tries to look indignant. "I've told you, I'm not from the bible-belt!!" As she puts her arm back down, it ends up on my thigh. I laugh. "Hah. You've almost got me convinced there." I say as I squeeze her hand on my thigh with mine. "Almost."

She smiles coyly as our entourage comes back from the bar.

We continue talking and having a great time, Betty's hand not leaving my thigh. We head out to dance again. I kiss her on the dance floor this time, she drags me into the same corner again. It escalates this time and we're soon full-out making out when I decide to pay her back before she can freak out. I kiss my way up her throat and nibble on her ear before I whisper into it. "This was just a taste..." and then I leave her there. She takes a few seconds but then follow right behind me, flustered, and sits down next to me, pushing her body flush against mine.

It's soon closing time and the remaining people decide to get a quick hamburger at McD before bed-time. Lynn remarks on how Betty can sleep at her place (closer), then looks at me and continues "... if you need to, that is," winking to me, before they leave.

We talk for a bit, I honestly can't remember exactly about what. But she again says nothing can happen, that it'd complicate things at work and between she and her ex (who is somewhat of a scumbag who cheated on her, broke up with her and now wants to get together again) and that it "wouldn't be kind to me". She's done nothing to move out of my personal space however, and has her hand on mine. I snort and laugh and she looks at me. "You're not exactly convincing, you know." I tell her and go in for a kiss. She responds well.

I take her hands and lead her out of the club as it's just a few minutes before closing, hands on her lower-back. "Where are you taking me?" she asks. "Where do you want to go?" I ask, then smile cockily. "Okay, nevermind, I know where you WANT me to take you," she looks flustered but still manages to grin, absolutely adorable, "but where should I take you?"

"I should really find Lynn, I don't trust myself around you tonight." she says. I again snort, but nod my head, and lead her towards McDonalds. Part of the way is cobblestone, and in her heels she can barely walk on it in a straight line. I lead her with my arm around her waist so she won't fall and comment on how it's a good thing she's not coming with me tonight; "as I'm too much of a proper gentleman to take home girls that can't even walk in a straight line." She laughs and responds by moving my hand on her waist to her ass instead, squeezing it with her own, as we cleared the cobblestones. She stops then, at a cross road where left is to McD's and right is the general direction to my home, and looks me in the eyes, almost pouting. I push her up against a display window of some store and we again make out, this time for several minutes.

"We really can't do this." she says, but goes right at it again. I stop her, then snicker. "Who are you trying to convince?" Then kiss her again.

A couple of minutes later; "You know", she breathes, completely out of breath. "You're too confident for your own good."

As she's saying this, I'm working my way up her throat and again whisper into her ear. "Like you want me to stop."

"No... no," she mumbles. "No. I want you to take me home."

I hoist her up, she fixes her legs around my torso and I carry her at least a block or so like this, making out along the way. We finally get to my place, and proceed to fuck each other sober. A very few hours of sleep later, we're again at it for several hours straight (for reals. Best lay of my life, ridiculous sex-drive.)

Half an hour after she's left, I get an SMS from Lynn saying "[seavogillande], I'm so very proud of you right now!"

Take-aways:

  • It ha probably been said before, but I feel my SMS was important. It set the mood, stated my intention and kept me from being able to chicken out.
  • I certainly felt that my "no fucks given" attitude to her bipolar yes-wait-no behaviour was the best way to play it. It gave me a way to save awkwardness and her a way to back out. Besides, giving her room always made her come back twice as hard. Not letting it bother me or even acknowledging it was key.
  • Showing my intent instead of voicing it also helped a ton, in retrospect. Acting confident, almost to the point of disinterest at times, with lots of kino-escalation thrown in, made her come for me.
  • I employed the same attitude waking up, just joking with her, being playful ("I'm still not convinced, you're certainly kinky enough to be from the bible-belt"), and not giving a fuck. She soon adopted the same attitude and I was rewarded with a shitton of more sex.
  • No question, Lynn was my wing for the evening. She's had my back before (that time a friend of her sister), but I was a bit skeptic seeing as she's basically BFF with Betty... I'll have give her back for this, she's one awesome friend.