1. Re: Office Sex Fantasy: Part 3


    Date: 1/11/2017, Categories: Office Sex, Author: bad_mann_ers, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    let me come? Me: yes! K: ok Me: Hugs to you, I will see you at 5 ;) K: thank you --- It's a really good thing my boss was out of the office! For all of the advice I had been spewing out, I wasn't surprised to realize that I couldn't breathe. With both women on edge, I might have been safer throwing rocks into a mine field than getting in the middle of their mess. I had a lot to think about, and there was no chance that anything productive was going to get done. I did take a moment to text Anne. She was not online, so I sent a message to her cell phone. It said, " Chatted with Kathy. She is ok but worried. It can wait until we talk at lunch ." A while later she answered back, " Thanks ". All I had to do was try to look busy until 12:45. Eventually, she sent another short text to let me know she was on her way, and another when she arrived at my work. Anne had parked right in front of the sidewalk, so I had no choice but to get in the passenger side. She immediately asked about local restaurants, and she avoided eye contact. I tried not to think about land mines as I directed her to a local cafe. As soon as she had parked, I hopped out of the car and hurried around to her side. She had already opened the door, and I waited for her to step out. "This is where I have to ask if everything is okay," I prompted. When you play Minesweeper, you never know what will happen when you click the first square. Sometimes you get a mine, and the game ends before it starts. "How can anything ...
    be okay?" she asked. She still wouldn't make eye contact. I had her trapped in the open car door, and I waited for her. I saw her realize that I had trapped her, and I saw her ball up her fist. I was pretty sure that she wouldn't hit me. Her eyes were glassy with the tears she was fighting when she looked up at me. "How can it be okay?" she asked again. "We wanted no strings and suddenly I am saying stupid things and having feelings I don't understand and I seem to be going out of my way to mess up everything and…" As she stopped to breathe, I mentally clicked another square and I said, "Stop." My eyes held hers, and tears formed in hers and she had to blink them away. "First," I continued, "we gave up on no strings the minute we agreed to meet a second time. We lost the rights to go back the moment we told our spouses, and definitely lost it when I met your husband and liked him." She continued to blink away tears, but she tentatively stepped closer to me, and put her hands on my arms to steady herself. "Second," I said, "feeling awkward about new feelings, and not being sure of how to talk about them does not mean that your words are stupid or destructive." I gently reached out and brushed her tears from her face. "Having negative thoughts and projecting them as a shield against the uncertainty will make your fears come true. Will you talk with me? Will you let us work through this together?" She nodded and quietly said, "Yes." "Good," I answered. "I don't know if we will ...