Grace and I had been co- workers for about 18 months. I had developed a massive crush on her around about Halloween. It had been seeing her in her costume that did the damage. I'd always admired her timeless style but this was different.
For the office Halloween party Grace had gone as Cat Woman, her stunning curves clad tightly in the matte black suit. I suppose seeing her in the office at the photocopier and taking in her beauty had never crossed this line before. I somehow hadn't noticed how perfectly her honey curls fell across her breasts, the zipper on the cat suit seemed to guide your eyes right to them. I hadn't seen before how tight her waist was - a long slender bottleneck to her round hips. Now here is where I got into trouble. For characters sake: she had a whip. A whip.
My mind had raced. The whole night it seemed the perfect prop to aid in playful flirtations and she was not short of attention for it. That night I was transfixed by her, her attire played into every single fantasy I had had as a teen struggling to understand both my attraction to girls and my submissive side. All night I struggled to take my eyes off her.
Suddenly it seemed my mind was taken over and I wanted nothing more than to taste her plump lips and to feel her perfect breasts in my hands, not to mention the thoughts her outfit was conjuring. I escaped to change the music, it seemed we were stuck on a spooky sounds track and people wanted to dance. As I was bent over fumbling for a CD to change someone spanked me! It was Grace- she had brought her hand down on my ass in a hard slap, shocked I straighten up just in time for her to give me a cheeky wink - hand me a drink and then return to her audience of admirers.
After Halloween it became impossible to hang out with Grace without my mind going into overdrive, all I could think about was submitting to her. I had often become embarrassed when she caught me looking at her for longer than I should have, I couldn't help it. She seemed to have noticed my glances and would occasionally return them. Grace was a very flirtatious person so it was hard to tell if she just enjoyed my attention or reciprocated it. It was all a part of the torture leading up to today- I slowly but surely convinced myself to tell her.
One evening she invited me over to her place for a talk about a work project and a catch up. We hadn't really talked outside of work since before Halloween. When I arrived she had handed me a very large glass of wine and I jokingly asked if she was trying to get me drunk. She didn't answer but threw me a devilish grin. We settled on the sofa and had been chatting through ideas for the project. I was just getting into it when she suddenly grabbed my thigh.
" Oh my god I forgot to tell you...'' Grace launched into some gossip about the accounts department. But I wasn't listening, I was flustered from the wine and she hadn't moved her hand from my leg. My heart was racing.