Simone Revealed

Chapter I: Fall 2010

Smooth. Her skin was so smooth. It felt like silk and smelled like the earthy cologne she wore and underneath it was her; the scent of her skin, clean and warm. It meant whatever fragrance she sprayed on would never smell the same on someone else. Something in me reacted to her aroma; it made my body wake up and stand at attention. She was so sexy, so...potent. I was almost unable to handle how strongly she pulled at me. It was four months shy of my twenty-ninth birthday when I was first officially introduced to Alex Guidry though I'd seen her around the office periodically for nearly a year. The company we worked for had completed a merger three years before. After all the core synchronizations of policies and procedures, systems analysis and roll-over had been decided and implemented it was time to begin focusing energies on new initiatives. One such project was developing new sales and marketing software which would make the reporting process easier for the affected departments. The CFO had called me in and asked that I take point on the project. It was a tremendous opportunity that I naturally couldn't pass up. Despite an already swamped schedule I took on the additional role and prepared to give it 200%. After all, I had no social life and spent 70 hours a week in the office. What was another ten?

When Alex entered the room during the first planning meeting my eyes were drawn to her instantly. I had to work very hard to not stare at her. She was introduced after the company president announced her relocation to California. She was our VP of Information Systems and Networking and had been with the company for twelve years. I didn't catch much after that because our eyes met for a moment as she was given the names of each person in attendance. She looked at me, nodded then moved on but I felt like I was losing my mind just a little bit. It had been awhile since I'd felt that exciting jolt of instant lust however, my reaction to Alex was beyond even that. It took several minutes to pull myself back into clear focus on what my purpose was in the meeting.

There were many meetings to attend during the planning phase, many phone conferences and email exchanges for roughly six weeks. During that time I held fast to my self-control and actively denied my attraction to her because she was a co-worker and I had very strict rules about fraternizing in the office. That's what I tried to sell to myself every time she entered my offer to discuss updates or get clarity on a suggestion I had submitted. In reality Alex made it harder to remember my personal decree every day. And she did it without trying. She never touched me, never looked at me in any way that made me feel she was assessing me or trying to decide if she liked what she saw; no heat ever entered her incredible eyes for me. Because she kept her distance, I could fantasize at night in the privacy of my home with my vibrator and her image in my mind's eye.

Then one day shortly after the Thanksgiving holiday the dynamic of our relationship shifted and my real struggle began. It was subtle, an almost imperceptible difference, yet I knew it. I was extremely aware of it all the time. We worked in different departments but they were housed on the same floor in adjacent sections. Walking at a brisk pace, running behind schedule for a meeting, I rounded a corner too fast and ran directly into her. The recoil had me losing balance but she reached out quickly to steady me. Her hands are large. Alex is five feet nine inches, taller than average for a woman, and stocky. She's thick but it's a toned and solid thickness. I'm only five four, five six with my sensible work pumps. Her hands wrapped around my waist, her fingers overlapping one another. We were so close, for just that moment and my insides jellied. She smiled at me as she passed with a polite 'Sorry.' I think I nodded but I was concentrating rather intensely on staying on my feet so I can't be certain.

What I do know is that her scent had invaded me gently, deeply. And having it close enough to taste combined with a hint of the strength in her hands and arms was exhilarating. The potential for the press of her body beside mine, above mine, inside mine was clear to me in just that fleeting touch. I soaked my panties and could feel them sliding between the wet lips of my pussy, stroking my sensitized clit with each step I took until I reached orgasm just as I got inside my office and closed my door. I had to lean on it to hold myself up.

I was useless at work the rest of that day. I went home that night and masturbated until I passed out; my body still dancing with need, demanding more to achieve satisfaction than I could give with just my toys. They weren't her and she was what I was craving.

Chapter II: Winter 2010

From that day forward, we seemed to run into each other more frequently. She would smile at me and her eyes, like pools of warm chocolate, would dance. She'd strike up a conversation when we saw each other in the break room and even though it was all work related I felt special that she was talking to me. She had plenty of admirers at the job but I never heard any rumors about her with anyone. This didn't mean she was single antalya escort but it did please me to know in the place we spent the most time in a given day, there was no one else who had her attention the way I wanted it, the way I started to dare to hope I might be able to have it.

For a few more weeks the frequency of our interactions increased and there twice the number of times we saw each other in passing where her gaze would meet mine directly with a smile in her eyes. Her flirtations were so subtle I found myself uncertain of whether or not I was being flirted with at all. It drove me crazy because, of course, I wanted her to be flirting with me. I wanted to know that I wasn't alone in this sea of desire. That need to know I wasn't by myself with this aching made me wonder if I was imagining there was something more than mere office politeness. Because I yearned for her, I fervently wished for her to want me too. I found myself dreaming about her almost nightly. I went from trying my best to avoid her to hoping I would run across her every time I stepped out of my office.

It was the last Thursday of the year when we crossed the bridge into new territory. End of year close outs were always a nightmare but the software we'd implemented had cut the work down significantly. Still not everything had been converted or included in the product. On top of the cross platform reporting that I had to streamline into a single cohesive outline, the tedious process of making adjustments on both platforms that were necessary because of users failure to follow instructions and managements failure to catch the errors sooner, negated any time saving the software had afforded. I would be at work until 1 or 2 in the morning on New Year's Eve. I could have left around 9 and come in for a few hours the next day but for some reason I was determined to finish it all before I left. I really wanted to be able to relax without work in the back of my mind all weekend. It had been over two years since I had enjoyed a three day weekend.

Having forced myself to take a breather to avoid a mental overload, I was eating my dinner when she came into the deserted break room. She wore a black suit that hung on her body so well it was clearly tailor-made. Her hair was recently cut and the dreadlocks lay back in neat rows down to her shoulders. "Hey! Working late huh?" She questioned sliding coins into the vending machine. I watched her while she couldn't see and partially hoped it was a quick stop for her. The other, bigger, more persistent part of me wanted her to sit down so I could smell her and hear the smooth richness of her voice.

"Yeah. Year's end, you know how that goes." I answered.

"Oh yeah. Do you mind if I join you for a few minutes? If I don't let my eyes uncross I'll stop being able to

understand the code on the screen soon." She told me. She turned toward me waiting for permission to come over.

"No, I don't mind. When I finally go home, I'll be fixing myself a strong drink, running a bubble bath and soaking this week away." I told her. It was the most personal statement ever made between us. She began to move toward me. Her eyes locked onto mine and it was the first time she ever let her interest show. Not the interest given when someone really cares about what you're saying; she was always attentive. What I saw at that moment was the interest of stud for femme, woman for woman. It was nothing overt. Just the slightest shift in her expression and I knew. I felt it in the pit of my stomach. My heart beat faster the closer she got,

"What do you listen to while you relax in the tub?" She asked quietly while pulling out a chair and spinning it around so she could straddle it. Another ping of awareness that something with her had changed hit me. I realized it was there in her voice. Some nuance in her speech made me believe she was thinking of me in a bath; naked in steamy water, my hair piled atop my head, wet tendrils of the long, dark brown locks dancing in the water.

The blouse I'd worn that day was a V-neck that gave a tasteful hint of cleavage. I could almost feel her gaze like a caress when it briefly slid down to my breasts and wondered if she was imagining them peeking out above the foamy surface of the fragrant water I'd be lounging in. "It depends on my mood. I like a wide variety of music. Pop, rock, R