Working Hard or Hardly Working

I spent considerable time I was alone with Co-Worker last weekend. I do not know how much longer I can keep my mouth/hands/body off of him.

Saturday was semi-tame. He cornered me and took my hand to make me feel his abs again. Holyfuckingshit. Later on he asked me to massage a kink out of his back. Holyfuckingshit. I have never touched such a muscular, hard, tight body. I had to quit after I heard a small moan of oh yeah. The way his t-shirt hugs his body makes me drool. We had conversations inappropriate for work as usual. And I thought that shift left me hot and bothered...

Sunday. I do not even know how to describe it. This wasn’t just crossing a line, this was like smuggling illegal aliens with suitcases of cocaine across the border. Not only did he make me feel his abs again he also had me feel his chest. Holyfuckingshit. He was amping me up all day and he knew it.

What kind of sexy panties are you wearing today?

At one point he was tapping a ruler on his leg to the radio and I laughed and smirked at the thought of being spanked before I could stop myself. He asked what was funny so I shared. Bad idea. Who knew a ruler could be so hot… being tapped up his leg and on his crotch…. hit with force in to his hand… stroked….

You like to be spanked, eh? Not with this though… oh you would!

We were on the topic of rating men and I told him that I don’t do the 10 point scale. I do a ‘yes-no-maybe’ for different activities such as blowing. He asked my to rate the other co-workers which were all ‘nos’ and I admitted he was a ‘yes’. Bad idea again.

I have to keep telling myself that you’ve got razorblades in your mouth.

Another employee showed up so we finally weren’t alone but that didn’t stop it. For instance when he was out of her sight he lifted up his shirt and I got to see the abs I’d been feeling. Holyfuckingshit. Or he would mouth things to me.

If you came in the backroom and my pants were off, what would you do?

It all escalated when we were alone upstairs in the lounge cooking lunch. I was sitting on the counter and he was standing across from me when he lifted up his shirt again. He held it up longer this time. He traced his treasure trail and shifted his pants lower. Holyfuckingshit. I had to look away.

Do you want me to bend you over this counter?

Holyfuckingshit. Do not answer. Holyfuckingshit. Do not answer.

You’ve got this look in your eye. I don’t know what it is and I’m trying to figure it out.

Interrupted Saved by the bell. It was time to get back to work.

I’m not sure if he’s just playing with me or if he would actually follow through. He knows he turns me on. And he knows I was a fucking full on 10 on Sunday. I’m leaning more towards that all this teasing is just a fun way to pass the time. And it’s definitely fun.

I got a nice swat on the bum with the ruler at the end of my shift. It better be his hand next time.