Late Night at Work

Our marriage was ending. The separation plans were under way and all that was left was to finish out the last few weeks at work before moving out of state. I sat in my cubicle at work, and looked at the clock. The Elvis Presely clock hangin on the divider showed 9:40 p.m. as the legs of the clock swung back and forth. Two hours to go before I can go home. Home, now that is a funny way to refer to the place where I really don't want to go to. Just then the phone rang. "Hello?", I answered.

The soft but direct voice on the other end said, "Well hello there, why are you still at work and not here at my house?" and then toyishly giggled as if I wouldn't know who it was. I recognized the voice, and the giggle. My coworker Deb who earlier in the evening asked about my moving plans. I was somewhat suprised by the call, but Deb and I always engaged in playful chat so it was not too strange for her to call and tease me. I found myself somewhat excited that she would call me so late, knowing everyone else had left for the night. Deb got straight to the point. "I know you are leaving soon, and I have always wanted to make a move so, here it goes. Leave your desk right now and come to my house. The side door in the garage will be unlocked. Just come in and find me." she said.

She gave me her address and then hung up the phone. I sat for a moment, thinking about the reprocussions of indulging in what appeared to be a no-strings attached arrangement. Even though I had no obligation, I called home and told my soon to be ex-wife, that I would be working even later to finish up some things, and to not be alarmed if I don't get home before she left in the early morning. I hung up the phone, grabbed my coat, and headed out. Driving to Deb's house, I couldn't help but think how the night would go. She was a little older than me, and was divorced in the past. I was not inexperienced, but had not been with an ascertive woman before. I arrived at her house and parked on the street. The house looked dark, and I felt like a burlgar, sneaking up to the side of the house and entering the side door, into a dark garage. I noticed a soft glow coming from the doorway which led from the garage into the kitchen. I walked in and there was a small candle burning on the stove. No other lights on anywhere but once my eyes adjusted, I stepped into the livingroom and could see down the hallway into a bedroom. There were candles lit on a table inside the bedroom at the end of the hall. I walked down the hall softly, strangely feeling like I needed to be quiet, even though I knew she and I were alone in the home. I reached the bedroom and stepped inside. There was Deb, laying on the bed wearing a very sexy, black lace night gown. She flashed a bright smile and sat up. Her long dark hair softly laying on her shoulders slipped off as she gently cocked her head and said, "I am glad you made it."

I was immediately turned on, just looking at her. She was a very attractive woman and after seeing her day in and day out in business atire, seeing her this way was extraordinary! I wasted no time. I walked to the edge of the bed, leaned in and kissed her. She too did not hesitate. With the first kiss, she quickly unbuckled my belt and began to undress me. My slacks, dress shirt, and tie came off a lot faster then it normally takes to put them on. I crawled into the bed next to her. Her body was so warm, and although I tried take off her nightgown, she stopped me. "Not yet" she said.

"I want to take care of you tonight. Just relax." Deb whispered to me as she softly pushed me off of her and then climbed on top of me.

She kissed my neck, my chest, and worked her way down and softly, gently began to pleasure me with her warm, soft mouth. Just as I was about to lose it, she stopped and slowly made her way back up to me. Before I could say or anticipate anything, she shifted her hips and I slid deep inside of her. She was so amazing. Every touch, every kiss, every movement was so sincere and true like we had been lovers for years and knew what each other needed from one another. For that night, I felt connected to someone, the sort of connection we all long for but rarely experience. We enjoyed each other for the next few hours and then, with exhaustion setting in, she rested her head on my chest and said, "Now, when you leave, I want you to always remember me and our time together, but never call me or think you need to come back for me. I want to remember you and this night, and not have it ruined with feelings of obligations."

I agreed to her stipulations. We embraced and kissed one last time, and then I left. Never spoke to or saw her again. I do think of her often and remember how spectacular she was.