Here I was, Annie Rection from Nairobi, recently hired for a brand-new position at a little office in the middle of the city. Looking back, this large, open area was where a close-knit, understaffed workforce proudly referred to itself as a “family”—a term that ought to have aroused some severe warning signs. Only a small percentage of the 20 employees were straight guys, which set a somewhat low standard. Well, there was this guy—let’s go with Mike*—but still. What distinguished him? Actually, not really that much! Not only was he tall and had a great sense of humour, but the biggest thing was that we worked in the same office.
I promise that the “office goggles” phenomenon is real. Individuals that appear quite ordinary at first glance unexpectedly get a great deal of attractiveness when you work together daily.
And there I was, deeply in love with a colleague, in a bit of a pickle. After work, we started chatting on social media, and what began as lighthearted banter soon turned into some moderately suggestive interactions. Mike would say how excited he was to see me on Monday or how excited he was to hang together. However, for me, it was exclusively an internet affair—at least at that point. Every morning when he walked past me in the office, did I get a rush of excitement? Indeed. However, I was resolutely resisting the urge—and boy, was I tempted—to escalate our flirtatious after-hours conversation to a sexual encounter. Conversely, Mike appeared to be a little less restrained.
It dawned on me one day as I watched him dash behind me into our office building, not even trying to hide his desire to catch up as I made my way inside. I knew then and there that Mike was over with the games. He was aiming for my chubby Taita female buttocks, which is the gold. I could feel his whole concentration on my cleavage, which I had to admit I had proudly flashed that morning, as we struck up a casual small conversation outside the elevator. I thought to myself, “Damn, what have I gotten myself into?” as the elevator doors gently closed behind us and I felt his warm breath on my chest.
This guy approached me like a lion killing a gazelle, let me tell you. His hands were firmly on my waist even before he kissed me. He then made the decision to give my rear a small squeeze over my jeans. And as soon as I felt that was audacious enough, he put his hands under my shirt. The elevator moved fast, and Mike was obviously trying to squeeze every last second out of those twenty seconds.
It goes without saying that entering the office immediately thereafter was one of the most thrilling thrills I have ever experienced. I couldn’t reveal my spicy secret to anyone.
These gatherings within the company’s walls began to occur more frequently. I went to Mike’s desk and sat unnecessarily close, close enough for him to see where I sprayed my Chanel Gabrielle that morning. Mike would ask for my opinion on whatever little project he was working on or would conveniently “need my help” with some crucial task (spoiler alert: he knew how to schedule an Instagram post). I swear I saw his excitement building as I grinned and laughed at one of his jokes, making my chest jiggle with every chuckle.
The whole excitement of moving stealthily, having secret text chats beneath everyone’s nose, getting completely defiled (as defiled as you can become in 20 seconds) as you enter the elevator together in the morning. I enjoyed learning how much he wanted me most of all, and how I felt completely aroused every day when I went into the office—that’s what I call an edging kink. Just the tension itself was addictive. I was always arousing myself picturing what closeness with Mike may entail, and to be honest, I was afraid that my thoughts might not match reality. However, I was satisfied with our limited interactions, and they continued to get better. He would touch my thighs with his arousal or caress my nipples while my breasts were fully exposed while we were alone in the building stairway. I once encouraged him to stick his fingers inside my pants only to make fun of how wet he had made me.
Part Two is on the way…
