This story is fictional and so any characters or events linked to any likeness are purely coincidental. This story is a slow burner, if you’re into quick stories, this is not for you. Is has many erotic parts, but also emotional parts, including themes of suicide. Knowing all that, happy reading.
The professional encounter
In the month prior to Adam starting his new job there was uncertainty clouding the air, the type of uncertainty expected in a new position. Adam had left his last well-paying job, because an old manager (Adrian) had asked him to come work for him. His old job gave him the freedom to work from home, a company car and other benefits; it would be risky to throw that away for a new job — even as a favour to a friend. Yet something called him, Adam didn’t want to get too comfortable at his job and was always looking for a new adventure. So he’d taken a brief interview, Adrian had described it as a “pointless formality”, then was set to come in again to find out when he was starting and some other minor details. Despite his previous experience, he did not fully understand the role or how well he would perform. The attractive man was, however, confident he could complete any task, the type of confidence bordering on arrogance. A harm to some, his ‘confidence’ had carried him well, whether it was professionally or socially — he found many women loved it and found it irresistible.
He was on his way to this new job on Christmas eve to speak to Adrian, his new boss, the director. Although his new boss had clearly vouched for him and called him to the position, he hadn’t seen him in the interview. This could go well. He thought sarcastically. It wouldn’t be the first time an old friend had changed since he worked with them. Heading to his new place of work, Adam had no idea how eventful that day would be, does anyone know when fate is guiding them down the path of destiny?
He stepped out of his car, into the sunlight; he had a wide and tall frame, standing just over 6ft tall with broad, developed shoulders. His head was shaved, but he had a thick, well-kept beard. Overall, he had a lot of muscular development and was a physically impressive character, especially to those in a typical office. He wore a shirt and skinny fit trousers, better illustrating his physique. Walking with his head up and his shoulders back, he immediately set himself apart from the usual office drip. Although he had quite a boring job, or one that seemed it, he didn’t want to be a carbon copy of the others — something he thought office workers aspired to be.
Adam stepped through the door; the office was utterly cliché. The directors and managers had their omnipotent view of the staff, who lived in a drab grey and white environment. Desks lined the rooms in perfect symmetry and boring clocks lined the walls, ticking away the hours. This, of course, was nothing new to Adam, but deep down he had hoped for some sunshine in his stormy world. He knew it was silly, but for once he wanted something crazy and wild. He’d have to make his own craziness. As he approached the glass booth, he was so enveloped in this boring world, he would never noticed a rainbow in the dark or the ray of sunshine. He took a deep breath, relaxed, and stepped in.
The tension in the room was thick, an artificial feeling created by uncertainty. Adam did not know what to think, this guy could be a cunt, he thought, having not seen him for years. Adrian looked up and smiled, clearly his position afforded him a heighted level of confidence. He made eye contact and sly smile cracked his weathered face. He kicked his feet up on the desk, further showing off how comfortable and powerful he was. Adam wasn’t intimated by the act but still was undecided on how present himself, which character (if any) he needed to employ to impress a man who might have been changed by a new job and life — a man who put his neck out to get him there. So, Adam waited for more of a sign, he couldn’t piss off his boss. Not on day one. Not when he was, for now, on Adam’s side.
“Adam? I have something to tell you… you might not like it.” Adrian scoffed, his old familiar Scottish accent piercing Adam’s ears, while he shook his head almost disapprovingly.
Adam was of course prepared for any technical or business, related questions, the attractive man would not allow himself to get into such a position of weakness, but still…. He was a little nervous. Only a little. What if he tries to throw me off, truly testing his old pal?
Continuing, “I’m a big fan of Manchester united.” He burst out laughing, the tension dissipating with every bellow.
Adam immediately understood that the years apart hadn’t corrupted either of them, the reassuring friendliness of Adrian’s comment helped him relax; Adrian was always a joker. Now he knew his manager wouldn’t try to catch him out, or school him, he could breathe easy. He further took in his surroundings. Laughing in response, “I might be the first person who’s said this, but football really isn’t my thing.”
The comment seemed to shock Adrian, clearly somewhat sarcastically he replied, “been living under a rock your entire life? You must have been, if you don’t love it. I used to be a pro, and I’ll tell you… it’s God’s gift to man. The best years of my life were spent kicking a ball around.”
“Funnily enough I’ve never enjoyed playing with balls. But…. Whatever floats your boat Adrian.” Adam joked knowing very well that Adrian was happily married to his wife — Sheryl; he’d met her at few company Christmas parties.
Adrian broke out into a fit of laughter.
“Well, if you’re gonna be boring. Not chatting with me about footie. Then we’ll get to business…” Adrian, being a well-versed speaker left only a small pause “so, I guess I better start telling you about this place and who to speak to if you have a problem. I love knowing who to delegate to.” He let out a slight snigger.
“Works for me, big man.” He added on his quirky little title as he once again glanced around at his soon to be co-workers.
“So, there’s a lot of details, I know you’ll pick it up, so….” He spread his arms wide and pointed out of his glass cocoon, “Her, Angelika. She is the most important person you’ll meet. Like I said, delegating.”
Adam glanced, and that was the start of it all, his entire nervous system exploded like a choir, a beautiful, uncontrollable chorus. His heart rate increased, his palms moistened, and his pupils expanded. For a single second all that existed to him was the beautiful galaxies that were her eyes. Like the Milky Way they were detailed beyond belief, yet simple. They drew him in and absorbed him. Adrian’s words weren’t even a murmur, they simple had seized to exist. He forced air down into his lungs, fighting to regain control over his own mind, body, and soul.
Angelika had deep sea blue rims to her eyes that faded and feathered into her light blue inner iris. Her hair just came below her shoulders, it was wave upon wave of oaky brown beauty. Her lips were a light shade of pinkish red, which contrasted with her otherwise pale skin. All of this gorgeous package was tied together by her black pencil dress. To top of her beauty, was a little bit of cuteness: a Christmas hat. Adam thought it was silly, but for some reason it filled him with a little bit of joy. She was amazing and intoxicating: he’d never said a word to her.
The hour-long meeting barely registered with Adam; he was almost scared with how he felt. He had obviously met many beautiful women, women, who he’d wanted to share himself with. But this new woman, Angelika, she was like heroin or some other gorgeous poison. She had her hooks in him before he knew more than her name and he craved being able to do the same to her, whether it was conscious or subconscious.
Adrian told him a little about dress code, how liberal he could be with his hours and when he was starting. He just about managed to remember, then that was it. He abandoned Angelika behind and, for now, would go without. On the drive home her stunning eyes and the amazing curvature of her face almost haunted him, like a dream he fought to remember every detail. Knowing that he’d see her again and could even get to know her, enticed him and even aroused him.
An unprofessional beginning
Some time had passed since he had been briefed by Adrian, in early January his start date got closer and closer and his role became official. He was now a planning manager, meaning he was above Angelika, a role he could abuse…. Not yet knowing any reason not to. He was soon to learn she wasn’t someone he could mess around with, or someone he should mess around with.
But his feelings were only amplified by everything else he’d learned about Angelika, she was married to an average guy, from an average family, called Damien. And average is not what she deserved, he knew that without even knowing her, some people tell you so much with just a glance; but looks can be very deceiving and can tell a different story to the truth.
Occasionally Adam would reminisce to the time he figured it out. Seeing them together at work and their seemingly perfect relationship cut him deep. He’d see them walk in together, although they came in separate cars they’d always arrive at the same time. He might plant a small kiss on her cheek or her to him. Denial about it was ripped from him when his colleagues confirmed it. She was, indeed, very happy with her husband. But at the same time the taboo of sleeping with a married woman got him even more aroused and made her even more of a prize. Is it too far to chase her? He would still occasionally get thoughts of fear, is it too far? is it wrong? What if work finds out? Regardless, these thoughts were drowned out. Afterall, what is a reward without the risk involved with gaining it? These thoughts were overpowered by the countless others, happy and pure thoughts of what they could be, as well as dirtier and darker thoughts. Thoughts of the vibrations he could send through her petite frame, ultimately, they always won. He knew he had to change something. She was too far away from him; she was on a different team at work. The occasional interaction no longer satisfied him, he craved more…. He knew he could get it. He wanted her to work directly for him, as much as he could occasionally delegate, there was only so much he could reasonably ask of her. It seemed Adrian had promised him more from her, than Adam could have.
So, Adam, began to formulate a plan. A few small deceptions and ‘white’ lies would do just fine. There were two departments at the company, within those there were two teams, totalling at 4 groups. Adam was in control of 2 teams from two different departments, their overall goal aligned, but there was a lack of communication. Adam knew communication and intent was key, so he convinced Adrian to change his role, he wanted one department and two teams. In short: that meant he’d have a large group of people who could more easily communicate to get something done; rather than two halves, each from a different puzzle. Adam, of course, never mentioned that Angelika would now be directly under his control.
Adam took his time to get to know the different people now on his team, he met with Brandon, Faye, Harry, Jacob, Steph, Isabelle, Daniel and of course…. Angelika. Apart from Angelika, Brandon and Faye were the people he was the most interested to speak to, not because of their professionalism or because of their intriguing lives. He was interested in them simply because they were close to her, his Aphrodite, the name that rolled around in his mind…. Angelika. In order to take her from Damien, or free her from Damien, he’d have to understand her more than she’d allow him to. Her friends would be a quick way to both learn and gain her trust; as he’d be in her immediate social group as well as professional group.
He set to work buttering up Brandon and Faye. Both of their separate meetings with Adam were almost identical, he’d pretended to care about their job and would let them ramble, until he could see them tiring. Then he’d save them from themselves and shift the conversation, to music, tv, sport, drink and drugs; it didn’t matter. The point was, he seemed like a more trustworthy character and trusting people make easy mistakes. So far, Adam, had made two major steps towards getting her and they were all without Angelika knowing.
Having become her new manager, he pretended to be ignorant, mixed with his genuine intrigue and constantly questioned her on her professional and intimate goals. He wanted to know everything, and if asking her about her career got him there, he’d listen. Adam also understood that a formal conversation can say so much, if it was directed properly. He wanted to take her off course and down a new, adventurous one; whether it was in conversation or in life.
One day they sat in a meeting office, perfectly isolated from the prying eyes of managers and the gossiping employees. This meeting was set up under the excuse that he’d help her in her career, such a selfless act.
“Angelika, what’s holding you back?” questioned Adam, while staring her deep into her eyes, making sure she felt his true emotions.
She paused and looked back, he wasn’t sure if she was mesmerized or utterly confused, so he added on to the question “why aren’t you a manager? You’re smart enough and capable enough. C’mon for once, tell me. Don’t tell me what you’ve rehearsed for all of the stiffs, it’s me, let’s be easy on each other.”
“well…” her south African and German accent was intoxicating to him and immediately threw him off, no matter how much he prepared. Something about the way she’d pronounce certain words, he loved it, each unique word was like music. However, Adam always pulled himself back to reality and focused on what she was saying. “…I just feel like in an interview there is so much pressure and too much to think about and I do not know how to get passed it. For example. Right now I am relaxed and I can think, I could tell you about how I have performed and how I have saved the company money; dates, figures and all. In a meeting it all disappears.”
“Ok, ok, I think you need to show you’re adventurous, be a little different. But to do that, I’ll help you with a plan.” It was like all his Christmas’ came at once, he now had a chance to spend an assigned time with her.
“A plan…” she took a deep breath “I’d like that.”
Hope fluttered in his mind, optimism took over, does she know what I’m doing? Does she enjoy this time?
“Like it Angelika? I knew you enjoyed this time with such a gorgeous and charismatic guy…” He half joked “…but it’s good to hear you say it, if you enjoy my tongue talking, you’d love it doing other things”. He continued his subtle half jokes, half-truths, constantly testing her limits and how she’d respond.
She clearly blushed but hid it with a laugh “Adam, stop.”
“I’ll put it in your diary when you’re free. It’ll just be the two of us and we’ll get to really talk about you. Eventually, you’ll have a step-by-step guide to your dreams.”
“You really think I could do it?”
“I think you can do it. With me, you’ll be able to do anything; just wait and see.”
“You seem like you’re the man to talk to.”
This backwards and forwards went on for a long time, to Adam it seemed like an eternity, a never-ending limbo, constantly trying and failing to get her to bite. The young man knew it was silly, but he hoped that she’d stop messing around and would jump at him there. It was another daydream, he just wished could come true. But she was suggestive enough to make him question his own judgement, just suggestive enough to keep him on tenterhooks. He didn’t need her to give out then; deep down he didn’t want it. Learning about her, playing his little games, was enough. It was amazing to him, he got to see a relationship blossom. However slowly or gradually it was.
The risqué question
After 4 hours of ‘work’, which was just Adam yearning for Angelika, staring at her, the desk just next to his. He finally got a break, a release; both figurative and literal. He was heading to lunch, eager to finally see her (while pretending to care what his ‘friends’; Brandon and Faye had to say). Normally he’d have at least chatted by now, with Angelika, but more meetings than usual had dragged him away. In his fantasy world, he hummed slowly; he ignored his friends and thought of her, the soft hums seemed to carry him to dream land. That was perfect, until it all caved in when someone interrupted, Sinead.
Sinead was a middle-aged woman, around 45 years old, with voluptuous breasts, dyed brunette hair and a developed ass (clearly from the gym). Overall, she a beautiful mature woman for her age, and although she wasn’t Adam’s ‘type’ he still found her attractive. She called him aside, similarly to what he did to Angelika – pretending to be perfectly professional, with an undertone of desire. Adam knew that she wanted him, if Angelika hadn’t of been his every thought, he probably would have pursued her. He knew she would take to him easy, but he couldn’t. Not with Angelika.
“How’s it going handsome? Come here quickly” Sinead spouted, snapping him out of it; with a half joke and half compliment.
Slightly deflated, because his time with Angelika was being stolen, he stepped closer and responded: “What can I do for you Sinead?”
“I’ve heard you’re mentoring Angelika… how… kind” she winked, showing she knew it wasn’t purely professional or platonic. She had, had enough erotic thoughts about co-workers to know when one was clearly lusting over another.
Trying to create a sense of doubt, he added “yeah, I thought it would reflect well for me, showing I could help someone progress. You know me, always trying to find new points to add to my CV.” He looked down at his watch, trying to be subtle.
Sinead knew she only had him for a limited, Adam’s subtly had fallen short. “somewhere to be?”
“I always love our conversations, but I’m fucking starving, I didn’t have any breakfast” he lied hoping to get away from a conversation he didn’t need to have.
Not wanting to become a chore, she released him, “ok, ok. Go and have lunch, we’ll chat later.”
He smiled and walked away, once again bouncing to the canteen, eager to see Angelika. Adam again thought about how deep down he had an inclination that Sinead liked him and wanted him. He chose to ignore them because his mind was set on her… Angelika.
Sitting in the canteen, adjacent to the deli, was Adam, Brandon, Faye, and Angelika. Here their roles didn’t matter, they were nothing but ‘friends’, a friendship Adam pretended to care about for her. Like a character in a play, he put on the ultimate masquerade, to simply get close to her. Her aura, her beautiful perfume, the way she played with her hair (rolling the locks between her index and middle finger) and the way she ultimately made him feel; an uncontrollable high.
Adam starred at Angelika, he noticed all the subtleness about her, she was just…. Different. He looked deep into her eyes, the contrasting rings still pulled him in. They were intoxicating to him, no one else was there. Brandon and Faye occasionally added to the conversation about their weekends, but it didn’t matter. Like a whimper next to the firework that was Angelika, it was dwarfed and crushed. The only time he was snapped out of his trance, was when she spoke directly to him. It almost felt like a punch to the chest, the air was robbed from him.
One of these times, she turned to him and clearly showed she was about to ask a serious question. Her entire body and head faced him, from her toes upwards. Adam, for all of his attention to detail, had been caught off guard. The hour-long lunch break was 2/3rds of the way gone, 40 minutes or more. In all that time he hadn’t even paid attention to conversation. He could perfectly describe her subtle movements, however, Faye and Brandon’s words were lost on him. Slightly scared, he forced himself to breathe normally, and looked deep into her eyes, knowing the importance of eye contact.
“Adam….” She began.
“Yes Angelika…” he rudely cut her off, trying to regain some control.
Before he could go on she, in turn, cut him off. “Would you fuck a married woman?” a coy smile lined her face, beautiful as ever.
His breath was stolen from him again, why would she ask that with her friends just a few feet away? Damien, he works here. Does she know I want to fuck her? She must, she’s not an idiot.
Being so taken aback by the question he decided to try and buy himself some more thinking time, and Adam wanted to see if she would give away any more. “Why…why do you ask Angelika?”
She never broke eye contact with him, she knew exactly what he was trying to do, as such she gave nothing away in her facial expressions. She pressed on. “I’m just curious Adam…. It’s not too deep”. But it was.
Deciding he best answer quickly, he answered as coolly as he could. “Yeah, it’s not my marriage, is it?”
Not expecting Adam to be so blunt, especially with her, and his, friends and colleagues so close by, she was stunned. Blood rushed to her face, as she visibly blushed. His frank answer made her even more intrigued. It showed his comfortability in the situation, despite her best efforts to dominate the conversation… he had won. At the same time, as feeling embarrassed or caught out, she also felt guilty. Guilty, because that was the answer, or at least the type of answer, she longed for. It set intent, it showed he could take her, eventually. The guilt of her longing for another man only added to the taboo and served only to arouse her.
At his desk, the rest of the day was a blur to Adam, he was consumed by the question. Nothing else mattered to him, he autopiloted his way through his work. It plagued his mind, as he replayed the situation, trying to decrypt the messages she seemingly sent his way, an enigma of sorts. Ultimately her code was uncrackable, and he seemingly shared a similar intrigue that she had for him. The thought of it brought a smile to his face every time, yet inside he was more confused than he had ever been. How could a woman I barely know mess with me so much? Deep down he liked the confusion and mystery… and the challenge. Why would she throw away what she had for me? Followed shortly and contrastingly by; she wants me, why else would she send those signals my way?
The confusion followed him to the gym after, it followed him home, stalking him the entire time. In bed he tossed and turned, his body mimicked his mind: restless. When he was blessed with a glimpse of sleep, dreams flooded every second. Dreams of her, dreams of the temptress, his Aphrodite…. Angelika. Angelika…. Angelika…. Angelika…. Angelika…. Angelika…. Angelika…. Angelika. Her stone cold attitude, the curvature of her body, her subtle breasts, her deep oceanic eyes, her everything.
Friends or more, something to explore.
Adam had one main hobby, the gym, something he could dedicate himself to and see definite results. People could easily see the physical results, but it was more than that to him. He found a great degree of therapy in that all too familiar place. Everyone has stress, everyone has frustration, everyone has problems. For Adam, as a manager, as a single father, as a person who had be exposed to such a beauty every day (that he couldn’t have) and every other little problem he faced, he needed that time. The gym simplified things, in an instant he could turn his mind off. He either failed or succeeded, things that in everyday life can take weeks to determine, were shown in seconds. Outside of the gym it still impacted him, he was more confident (because of his developed body) and more relaxed and focused. Everything left him alone in the gym, and if it did not, it could be easily worked through by the end of the session.
The gym had got him through a lot. There was, at that time, one major exception to Adam. This, of course, was Angelika. If she infested his mind at the beginning of his time there, no amount of training could alleviate the sexual and emotional frustration. Training for Adam was like drinking, or a long drive on quiet night, it relaxed him. Not being able to clear something from his mind, while training, was unusual and further unnerved Adam. He found it difficult to understand why he couldn’t forget her, she’s just another woman. Right? From the beginning to the end every interaction played in his mind, as well as his desires. The thought of what she hid underneath her clothes, her perfect body, her pert breasts, her tight ass. But regardless of whether or not she was in his mind, he wouldn’t sacrifice his time there. Well, so he thought.
Many gym sessions passed like that, Adam’s mind on Angelika, further adding to his irritation. Yet no satisfaction came. No matter how much he flirted with her or how much he tried to touch her, she would never give fully. He would pass her office supplies, every time, he slid his fingers through her palm. No matter how much she tried to hide her subtle shudders, he could always see them. This served only to confuse him more, she was hot and cold; black, white, black, white, black, white. He also used to say absurd things, she’d see them as a joke. Like when he looked at her plainly and just said “let’s runaway and have a baby together”. Still, she seemed unreceptive. All of these things played over in his mind, hope dwindled. Until one eventual day…
After another stressful week, after another long day at work, after another uneventful day (with the goddess) he went for another gym session. The repetition was starting to get to him. it was wearing him down, like an un-oiled cog, he was breaking down. He was in a march, that was it. Angelika was a foolish dreamer’s fantasy and the hope of happiness with her was just the same. His eyes were pinned to the floor, his smile hid, and he sighed more in the first half an hour than in a standard day. As hope faded, as he almost gave up on her, she invested in him and re-sparked the fire. Causing it to blaze even more.
While doing the boring things he did in the gym, like loading the weights, his phone begin to ping. Usually he would wait until after he was done, but, by pure chance, he checked the message. That moment changed everything in his life, it was one of the most influential moments in his life, one simple message opened a new door. Just like a new child, a new job, it was alien to him… and it changed his trajectory. He clicked on the message to fully appreciate it. It caused his heart to jump, to skip a beat.
She understood his routine well enough to know that he would be at the gym. Surprisingly enough and unbeknownst to Adam, she lived a similar routine. Although she wasn’t training, she’d be at home thinking of him. As Damien made her prepare those ‘homecooked’ meals he was so fond of, all she could think of was Adam, the fun he represented. After finishing her ‘wifely’ duties, she abhorred, she messaged Adam. Knowing it would arouse him and throw him off guard, as well as setting her intent more than she ever had.
Adam saw only a snippet of the message, “Adam, here’s a hard question, I know you’re at the gym so….” That was all he could see, he needed to see the rest of it. He clicked on it, instantly dropping the heavy weight on his toe. The pain was overshadowed by the question; “could you focus on the gym if your throbbing penis was in my soft, warm mouth?”
He panted, his cock pulsating at the thought. Not only was it heavily arousing; but the fact she was so conservative and married only added to it. Like a spice, it made the meal. It was so obvious, yet so subtle…. He froze. WHAT THE FUCK!? It can’t be the wrong person; she used my name. JESUS! Close to a panic attack, his breathing was sporadic. A few people gave him funny looks, they weren’t on his radar, however. He slowly controlled himself before responding. He wanted to admit everything, but he couldn’t, he decided instead to be professional, or at least to pretend to be, paying her back for all of the times she’d tormented him. “That’s not very professional, is it Angelika?” He prayed she’d see he just messing and would not abandon the conservation.
Smug as ever, she embraced it. “No, it is not… but tell me the truth, what you want to say.”
He paused; he knew his response would have a great influence on his life…fuck it! “Of course, I couldn’t concentrate, I can’t even concentrate with the thought of you slipping your tongue around the head of my cock”. The numb sensation of the weight smashing his toes was nothing to him.
Angelika had got what she wanted, she knew he was turned on and so was she. Continuing to tease him, she cut him off. “Ok, I’ve got to go now, bye”. She left him horny, she left him teased, she had him in the palm of her hand. As much as Adam tried to ignore it, he knew what she had done and part of him liked it, part of him loved it. The sadistic side, she once again plagued him. How? Fuck me! She’s good!
A quiz night to remember
The business loved to have ’employee engagement time’. This was a polite term for when managers wanted to spend company money on food and drink, so took their team with them. Everyone won, they all got free drinks and a lot of them were already friends. One time, Sinead, decided to take the team for a quiz night. The familiar faces all went Adam, Faye, Brandon, Kacie, Sally, Damien and of course: Angelika. They all went to the pub opposite their place of work, called “The German Eagle”. When Adam was told about it he smiled and laughed internally, what a perfect name. After all his Angelika was half German and he loved the culture.
After work the young man went home and got changed before driving back to the car park to meet the others; they’d all agreed to walk together. Adam immediately noticed Angelika’s beauty. She was, as always, conservatively suggestive. She wore a black cocktail dress, a colour usually set aside for the reserved or those trying to hide something, yet it did her marvels. Sometimes what is left to the imagination is more powerful than the reality, or just as powerful. Her pert nipples stood through the dress, like soldiers to attention and her curves were perfectly demonstrated. Her makeup wasn’t over done but was enough to extenuate her beauty. Her perfect, limitless eyes and her plump lips. In Adam’s mind, she was perfect, any flaw only added to her beauty. Not her sexiness or her good looks, but something more, her everything… beauty. It was as if the occasional blemish or mark showed she was human, something he’d normally look down on made her real. A woman who was so separated from him, or so he thought, could be made just that little bit more authentic.
As they came close to the pub, the whole team walking together, Adam clung to Angelika as she clung to him; not literally, as Damien was only a few paces ahead, but close enough that they could ‘feel’ each other and could smell each other’s perfume or cologne. He joked and was absurd, as per usual, as she laughed. She also leaned into him, her head glancing his shoulder or her hand glancing his. Her subtle suggestiveness teased him so much, but that was only the beginning of it. He took a deep breath every time, trying to restrain his desire. He hated to want her, he was so used to being in control that he hated to love the power she had over him with such simple things. She could have had him standing on his head, but as much as he hated, he loved her more.
By the time they walked through the door to the pub: he didn’t even notice Damien (Angelika’s husband) seemingly enough, she didn’t notice him either. Damien didn’t compliment Angelika on her beautiful dress, he showed her no physical love or emotional. He had better things to do, talking to people he worked with and drinking tap water. After 20 minutes, or so, Adam noticed this and felt bad for her. Her partner, the man who should be her world offered her no support and sat away from her. It was a battle inside Adam’s soul. Is better that Damien doesn’t treat her right? So I can justify it? So it fits my narrative? Or better that he treats her properly? This was another conflict, as much as he wanted Damien to be bad he wished he was good. That’s what she deserves. But he couldn’t change her husband and instead would offer her this support, would it be enough to win her over?.
The quiz night began, Damien was on another team to his wife. Adam was once again, clinging to Angelika. He drank several pints of beer, easing his mind and becoming more unrestrained. He touched her more and got closer and closer. Angelika was drinking vodka and lemonade and it had the same effect. She became more relaxed and was all over Adam. Any joke: she curled into him, any wrong answer: she jokingly punched his shoulder. It slowly escalated. The quiz was just an excuse by now, their colleagues began to fade from existence.
About three quarters of the way into the quiz, she began to get even more daring. Her hand, under the cover of the table, began to explore him. At first it was a playfully suggestive touch of his knee, after two drinks she slid it up to his mid-thigh, by the fourth it became more. She was doing the same as Adam, drinking to unlock the side of her that didn’t care about doing something wrong.
Equally as he drank more, his hand slid more up her satin dress. Not up the skirt, but along the material, feeling it between his fingers. Teasing her thigh and up even higher to the radiance of what lie beneath. His breathing was getting heavier and more uncontrollable, his world was becoming her. Not just emotionally, but physically; he felt like he was dreaming, like his actions had no negative consequences. Even without that trance, it wouldn’t matter to him, he’d made his mind up, he would go just slightly further than she would. Always elevating the stakes.
Her hand slipped up the denim of his jeans, coming close to the seam near his crotch. Every time she imagined him becoming uncomfortably aroused and her pussy became moist, a small bead ran down her thigh. If she had stood up, everyone would have been able to enjoy the view. Lucky for her, it was hidden by a table and by everyone focusing on the quiz. She moaned quietly, hoping Adam heard. Glancing at Damien, she felt even less guilty about her actions when she saw how apathetic he was. He cared more about winning a petty quiz, than his wife. She rubbed even higher, hoping she glanced the tip of his penis…. She did, and he shivered uncontrollably. I am everything to Adam and nothing to my own husband, what I am doing is right. She thought amongst the fuzz that her horniness filled her mind with.
Adam’s hand continued to slip up her satin dress, unbeknownst to him, he was trying to tease her in the same way. Likewise, his hand moved higher and higher up her thigh and his cock grew. In jeans it was even more uncomfortable than it would normally be, surrounded by associates and friends in trousers. Once again, he was Ignorant to the fact that he was arousing her as much as she was arousing him; he had his suspicions, but still was not certain. As he drank more, he became more daring, he tried to trace the line of her slit. Something which took a few passes, through her lace panties, satin dress and under a table; out of sight. He tried to find the centre of her mound, ultimately landing on her clitoris. The decisive gateway to any woman’s pleasure. The heat was perfect, like when first awakening, not too hot or cold. It provided a deep sense of comfort as well as arousal. It was moments like that, that made Adam think there was more than lust. Why do I feel this comfort? Why do I want more than her body? I want her soul. He’d spent years of his life with other partners and yet hadn’t felt what he felt for her after a few months of being ‘friends’.
He caressed up and down as she rubbed him, both thinking they were secretive, but both deep down knowing. She swivelled her head, as did he, their eyes locking. Both believing the others were perfect. Adam sensed this could be the moment. But like every time before, his co-workers fucked it for him. The quiz ended. People stood up and began to leave, saying their goodbyes. His trance was ended, and he was torn from her.
Adam sighed; his hand returned to the table. Angelika sighed; her hand returned to the table. The arousal disappeared, liked the early sun evaporating the dew. Time went by, but nothing was really registered by either of them. This was until the pub was almost empty…
Everyone from work had slowly filtered out, leaving Damien, Adam, and Angelika. Finally, Damien showed her some attention. It seemed like it was only because he had no one else to waste his time on. Adam was unsure if her husband had got too complacent, or if he was always useless. Adam both resented that Damien finally came over and respected it. He had eventually fulfilled his ‘duties’ as a husband but he had taken Adam’s chance. He approached Adam and shook his hand, the hand that had been a millimetre from his wives sopping wet cunt. Adam could smell it, yet Damien was blind. How can he not smell her cunt? How can it be alien to him? Is the bedroom only for sleeping? Their conversation was placid and boring, but Adam always played the game well. He spoke about politics and life, his mind on Angelika’s honeypot. The rest of the night became a blur until he left to the next pub and Angelika went home. A great sense of sadness filled him, it was the come down. But like another drug, he couldn’t just buy more, she was priceless and exceptional.
Adam needed to drown his sorrows, so when a couple of the others invited him to the next bar, a few minutes’ walk away. He sauntered down, feeling lost without her. A couple of minutes after getting there Sinead approached him, swaying from the bar to him. surprised she could stand, let alone speak he laughed slightly as she began.
“I know you want Angelika; you spend enough time with her.” she slurred.
“She’s my employee, I help her as I should, I wouldn’t…”
She cut him off, tired of his lies. “Don’t bullshit me…. I have a hotel… come back tonight and fuck me. I know I’m not as young or pretty, but I’m single and ready to mingle.” She immediately laughed at her use of such an overplayed saying, but he knew she was serious.
Adam was shocked, no woman had ever been so forward with him, so direct. Usually, he had to play the game, buy them drinks, get rid of their friends, tell them they were beautiful and bullshit them. Her tone and attitude aroused him slightly. As much as Adam desired it, his horniness was overshadowed by his desire, his love for Angelika. He quickly thought up a lie “I’m seeing someone, I’m sorry. It’s not going too bad.”
“Seeing someone? You never… never even said.”
“Well, it’s new.”
“Come on Adam, fuck her….. well… fuck me. She won’t know and I can do so much.”
“Sinead, you’ve had a lot to drink, let’s just chill. I can’t cheat, you’ve gotta respect that.”
She sighed and quickly moved on, but he knew she wouldn’t want to have sex with anyone else. She just joined the table of ladies and slumped into a chair, accompanied with her drink. The rest of the night didn’t matter, all the did was that she consumed his thoughts. Little did he know, he consumed hers. This was another sleepless night, kept up by thoughts and fantasies of Angelika. it wouldn’t be the last, he was certain of that… although he would be tired the next day, part of him loved to be addicted to her.