I became aware of her pulling herself slightly away from me and in the dark I saw her look up at me. My body refused to obey my brain. My head tipped down slowly as hers tipped up more. Our lips touched softly before pressure built up and we were kissing like two lovers. Her tongue teased my lips until I opened my mouth more and she eagerly slipped it into my mouth, teasing my tongue. This was no fast and furious making out, this was a tender exploration and an expression of honest desire. After five or so minutes of simple kissing while standing there, she pulled away a tiny bit and cleared her throat.
“Tank, I want this.”
“What?”
“Us. You. Me. In bed. Together.”
“Are you sure? I mean, coworkers, and all…” I babbled, hoping she’d ignore me.
“Umm-hmm. I am.” Great! She ignored me!
“If it doesn’t work out, where would we be?” Shit, I knew I needed to keep my mouth closed but I had to at least make itlook like I was resisting. Right?
“We’re great business partners now and we’d still be great business partners. But tonight, I want, no I need a great bed partner. And I nominate you,” she chuckled. “Let me go and get ready.”
I watched her walk towards the bathroom and I swear she put a little extra swing in her ass. How do women do that, anyway? I decided to get undressed so I shucked everything off down to my boxers. A few minutes later, the door opened. She wore a long robe with a simple sash tied at the waist. The cloth was thin and draped on her curves nicely, hiding everything but emphasizing her curves and the tiny little beads of her nipples.
“I’ll be right back,” I stuttered as I fled to the bathroom. Once in there I looked at myself in the mirror. “You’re going to have sex,” I said to my image. “You’re going to have sex with a neat, smart woman, so don’t fuck it up.” Once I brushed my teeth and peed, I turned off the light and opened the door. She had turned down all the lights except a bedside lamp and was sitting there with the sheets covering her lap and legs but she was bare from the waist up. I felt myself respond as I approached the bed.
At first glance I was struck by her good looks. I mean, I’d seen her nude more than once, but that was when we were working together. At work, I had to force myself to ignore her nudity but here she was nude not for the job but for me.
“Care to join me?”
“Umm-hmm,” I answered as I went to the bed and pulled back the sheet. Lucy lay there with her legs crossed at the ankles, her trimmed muff easily visible and her nice breasts sitting proud on her chest. She was gorgeous, just what any red-blooded male would want. As I looked down at her in the dim light, in my mind I suddenly saw my work partner, a partner who bared it all for the jobs at the naturist resort and who convinced me it was totally OK to be nude. Although I wanted her and although I desired her, the image of a nude Lucy sitting across the torn-out room at the resort flashed in my mind.