I was not ready for his next action.
He kissed me lightly on my lips. Then he looked into my eyes which I really avoided. (kilig ako eh)
“Sweet,” he said.
Then kissed me once again but this time with obvious hunger for passion. I didn’t stop him neither I didn’t give in to his kiss. I just let him continue kissing me. I thought I could as such for a longer time but eventually I was responding to his kiss. A silent moan slipped my lips as I felt his hand slowly cupping my right breast with his left hand outside my sheer blouse.
I felt he was slowly unbuttoning my blouse and slipping his hand to cup my breast inside my blouse. Then a moan slipped his lips as he successfully slid his hand inside my blouse and felt the skin of my right breast.
It was like I woke up to a leisurely sleep which I had to end. I grabbed his hand to stop him from touching my breast and pulled it outside.
I knew I was all red then. It was not sure if it was because of the sensation or embarrassment.
What was I doing? He’s from the office and I didn’t want to be attached with anybody from the office.
“I’m sorry. So silly of me to do that,” he apologized.
“Me too. I didn’t stop you. Maybe I enjoyed it. But a part of me was still in reality that It shouldn’t happen,” I replied.
I saw the hunger in his eyes as he was looking at my exposed right breast. And I knew something else was hungry too.
“Let’s go back to QC. I do not feel like eating anymore,” I suggested.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
We didn’t talk anymore on our way to the office. When I reached the office, I took the stairs to the fifth floor. I grabbed my things on my office table and hurriedly went down to go home.
That night he texted me to apologize again. I replied that it was okay. It was already done and I had no problem with that. I couldn’t admit to him that I liked it too.
He sent again messages reminiscing the feeling he has while kissing me and touching my right breast. I didn’t reply anymore. Then to my surprise, he was calling me. I dropped his call. Then he sent me a message to take his call. So I did.
On the other line, I heard him gasping for air while talking. It was not his usual voice. I never heard him sounded like that.
“I am thinking of you right now,” he said. “I wonder how does it feel to have my lips on your breast. I still feel how my hand cupped your breast. I want you. I really want you.”
I didn’t know what to tell him. I just listened to his words and the sounds he made. I was starting to feel that sensation that made me wet. I can still recall how his voice made me quiver like a teen.
“We better sleep. We have works to do tomorrow,” I replied.
Darn it! I was too hypocrite that time. I should have continued talking with him. I should have let him speak to get a complete wetness. It was silly of me.
We hung up the phone. I could no longer sleep. His face, his eyes, his voice never left my mind.
I was so wet and in heat that I had to do something to relieve me from the uneasiness.
I touched my breast the way he did and imagine he was doing it to me. I played with my pussy the way I wished he did to me. It did until I hit the big O. I wanted that guy….
The following morning, I was early for work. He was there by my door and waiting for me.
“I have talked with the project counterpart and tey want to meet us this Friday afternoon. We need to go to their office. We’ll leave by 11am so we can have lunch on our way to their office and make necessary preparation for the 2pm meeting with them,” he said.
“Good morning. See you on Friday,” all I can say.
(to be continued)