Have you ever been attracted to someone, but know that following up on that attraction is like lighting a stick of dynamite and just counting the seconds till it explodes in your face? Of course you have...especially when that someone is a co-worker. Let's call him Mr. X.
I have known Mr. X for about 4 years. He's nice, kind of quiet, but not in a shy way...because as I've gotten to know him, I wouldn't classify him as shy, more like reserved. Of course he's married, he's got kids, he's friendly in that "hey, how are you doing?" with a huge ass smile on his face kind of way. He's got slightly exotic looks, he's buff, and his eyes just pull you in and make you want to moan every time he looks your way.
He's the kind of guy you know is bad for you, that devil may care smile, the way he talks to you but his eyes drift straight towards that little valley at the top of your breasts. Knowing full well, he is imaging what's further down, encouraging you with that smile to lean just a little bit closer so he can get a glance at the lacy red bra you have hiding just below your shirt's neckline. And you want it--you want to feel his tongue rasp against that lace teasing your nipple into a hard little meringue till he slides back that thin barrier of lace and takes you into his mouth teasing you with his tongue till you moan with delight all the while knowing that your panties are becoming moist with desire.
Yes, he's that kind of guy...that guy you want to be good for you, but that you know will blow up in your face like that stick of dynamite...because he's a co-worker and you want him and he knows it and it's just a matter of time before something is going to happen and you don't know if it's going to end in a mist of pleasure or a shower of pain...tick...tick....tick....
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