Estrella
Being 33
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I met him a few years ago...did not make me knees wobble, did not cause a great impression. Saw him around, here and there. Nice guy. That's all I thought of him.
A few years ago we had a project party and he was there. We danced a bit, it was fun. I remember he had an incredible set of abs and I was playfully touching him. Innocently. Jill pulled me to the side and asked if I knew he was married. I was shocked. I had no interest in him, we were just goofing around. Oh well: People!
Fast forward to the a year ago and there we were working together overseas. Long days, high stress, close proximity...all the ingredients for bad decisions. I found myself staring at him when he took his shirt off in the heat. And also found myself trying to spend time with him...being around him made me feel calm. Calm is good.
Last day, we hauled ass to the big city, showered, got dressed and went out for drinks. All 4 of us.
Started off with shots (bad idea) and went downhill from there. 3 bars into the night, I ran into the young man I had met on my last trip. He was so cute, and adoring, and he stayed with us and followed to the next bar. I noticed myself looking for HIM. He was with us for a while, then disappeared, then again he would show up. Having fun, dancing with all the ladies.
Something came over me. I saw him dancing with a girl, and I just had to have him...so I went for it :-) BAD IDEA
I kissed him and groped him and we left together. He came to my room, we had sex and he left. Woke with just enough time (and wherewithal) to make the flight home.
He called or texted asking if there was going to be another chance. He was honest and said he had nothing to offer me, but still wanted that chance. I told him...NO.
Did not see him for about 3 months. And then, the first day I saw him again, I knew it was just the beginning. I could not stop thinking about him sexually. A couple of months went by, and finally I made an overture, and he was all too happy to follow through. Mind you, by this time, being with him was a bad decision not just because he was married and the place of work was a small town, but also, now he worked FOR ME! What is wrong with me?
Anyway, I just had to have him...So I did...a few times.
Then we went on another overseas trip. 10 days we spent sleeping in the same bed. Hanging out by the pool at night. I realized I was crazy about him and broke it off.
Just to take that back a few weeks later. It was beautiful to be with him ...again...he made me calm. I love that feeling.
More to come.
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