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On Friday I was at a company retreat and Friday night was the wrap up dinner/drink event. Around 10, the the event started winding down. The night had taken on that softened, end of night feel ties loosened, heels in hand, conversations turning quieter and more honest. I spent most of the evening circling back to the same small group, drawn less by obligation and more by an easy, unspoken pull.
My co worker, he’s in his 20s and brought his girlfriend. He introduce us and was casual about it, like he already trusted the moment. The three of us talked longer than expected; work at first, then travel, then the kind of stories people only tell after a few too many drinks. Nothing rushed. Nothing forced.
What stood out was how naturally she held my gaze. Not flirtatious, not shy just steady. Curious.
Later, as people began to drift out, the three of us lingered near the bar. He stretched, glancing between me and his Gf. “I’m going to call it a night,” and lightly touched her back before walking away. There was no tension in it, no hesitation just space, deliberately given.
The sexual tension instantly went through the roof.
Silence settled for a moment after he left, but it wasn’t awkward. She stayed where she was, close enough now that I could see the shift in her energy, something more…..
I moved in and slowly started to stroke her arm, leg, back. That seemed to settle something in her. She stepped closer, not all at once, but inch by inch, like she was choosing each movement as she made it.
What followed didn’t feel impulsive. It felt considered. Mutual. Built on the slow, deliberate understanding that had been forming all night something neither of us needed to explain, only to continue.
Today I will see him for the first time after I spent the night with his Gf. I don’t which part is hotter. Fucking his Gf or knowing all day when I look at him that this is going to go much deeper.
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