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My 35th birthday approached and I embraced my age and looked forward to this birthday. I had been taking spinning classes for months which had aided me in my weightloss and I planned to start off my birth year spinning my butt off. Followed by brunch with my girlfriends at my place. I also had a few holiday parties lined up so this left little to no time for any romance.
But my flirting skills were sharpened with the arrival of my fellow co-workers from the Canadian office. Jimmy and I had talked back and forth for over a year and he and the crew were in town to cover a story. A few of us from work met up with Jimmy and the guys for dinner and drinks on Monday night. It was a blast and we all had fun swapping stories and getting to know each other live and in person. Wu and I learned quickly that this group was lively and lecherous. They were all over Wu and Ruca at dinner trying to pry secrets out of them.
Derek introduced himself to me and without missing a beat said, “Oh, Frank! The one with the nude photos of herself.” I blinked twice trying to think if he would know of my actual nudes and realized he was kidding. I joked back about it and went back to my conversation with Jimmy about his growing up in Scotland.
At the end of the night we had made plans to hang out again and Derek teased me again that I shouldn’t shake Jimmy’s hand but make out with him instead. “I’m already sleeping with two men and I don’t need to be adding a third,” I shouted back as I walked out the door.
The next day Ruca, Wu and I laughed about our fun night out with the Canadians and Ray overhead. Wu wanted to know why men in Los Angeles didn’t have big personalities like the Canadians did. None of us had an answer for her. Sara and I talked about Jimmy’s obvious crush on me and Ray asked if I’d go out with him. “I have many reasons not to go out with Jimmy and the first is that he lives in Canada. Do I need to go on?” Ray chuckled a little and said no. He seemed mildly jealous despite his previous objections that he doesn’t get jealous. Sara saw it too.
Jimmy called me at work to set up a meeting place for the night and had chosen a cheesy outdoor mall as he’d heard it was a great place to hang out. I agreed to meet up with them and bring Wu and anyone else along.
We’d just seen each other that morning and here it was Sunday night and Ray was picking me up to take me out to a holiday play at one of the little local theaters. One of his friends had co-written the play and also had a role on stage. This was a holiday tradition for Ray and he’s seen it every year for nine years.
We arrived too early and the theater was not allowing anyone to enter so we walked around and got back in the car. Ray was nervous and brought the conversation around to where we stood. I again told him that I had no expectations for our relationship aside from the great sex we were having. I liked what we had and wanted to keep it on a day to day basis. He looked me in the eyes and told me that he couldn’t see any real future for us because I was so much younger but he too loved our sex life and agreed that we should continue it day by day.
We walked back in and took front row seats in the tiny makeshift theater. The comedy was set in a little town in Minnesota during a holiday party in which drunken hilarity ensued. It was funny and a little witty. After the play we waited for his friend to emerge from the “backstage” but after a few minutes Ray gave up and wanted to find a place to eat dinner.
As it was my birthday celebration he wanted me to choose so we headed to my favorite Thai joint where a great Elvis impersonator entertained the patrons while they ate. We enjoyed the food and the music and he agreed that the Elvis impersonator was really good.
He asked what else I had hoped for and I gave him a sly look and made him guess what else I wanted for my birthday. Since we were closer to my home he headed in that direction. My place was not as neat as his own as I am my own housekeeper and I’d been too busy with my crazy workout schedule to straighten up lately. He told me that he was essentially a boy and boys don’t care.
We headed straight for my bed and he pulled off my underwear and his pants. We ended up in the yoga style child’s pose as that position seemed to work so well for both of us. It was quick and hot and we left the rest of our clothes on. It was clear that he wasn’t going to stay as it was a “school night” and Ray still hadn’t completely kicked his cold so we rested for a moment before he left for the night.
I was left to my thoughts and my worries as our conversation in the car lingered. I knew I should be worried but at the same time I hadn’t placed any pressure on him and our undefined romance.
I finally decided, after a decade of debating, on a tattoo design, my first tattoo, based on some jewelry that I’ve purchased over the years from a local vendor with real flowers fashioned in resin, paint and silver. A daisy. A simple daisy on my left forearm centered amongst my freckles.
Ray had been bugging me for over a year about what tattoo I was going to get and was excited to hear that I’d made an appointment the week before my 35th birthday. He hinted that he would go with me so I asked if he’d be my Saturday night Tattoo date. He immediately accepted, offered to drive and take me out to dinner before.
Saturday night rolled around and Ray picked me up promptly at seven and took me to the cafe from our first date. We talked about my tattoo and possible other ones in the future.
We arrived at the tattoo parlor and my tattoo artist went to work designing my tattoo off a ring that I brought in. I was strangely calm about the whole thing as the artist went to work. I won’t say that it didn’t hurt but I will say that not all of it hurt. Ray offered to let me hold his hand, I smiled at him and politely refused. Since he had some time to kill he had another artist touch up his murder of crows.
We left the tattoo shop with our arms bandaged up and full of adrenaline. On the car ride home driving about 80 mph on the freeway, Ray reached over and stuck his hand down my pants to make me forget about the lingering pain of the tattoo. I threw my head back and enjoyed the ride trusting Ray to the driving of the car and of myself. He knew me well and in no time I forgot about the burning sensation of the daisy tattoo and melted into the car seat.
We were headed to his place, his sanctuary where his clean white sheets and art covered walls waiting for our arrival. Again we barely made it into his apartment before tearing into one another. Revved up by the car ride home we needed little foreplay to pick back up. Before I knew it I was curled up in his arms reveling in the heat of our adrenaline powered passion.
He led me into the bathroom to clean our tattoos. He enjoyed teaching me how to care for my fresh tattooed skin and held my arm under the hot water. He soon felt my pain when he washed his own tattooed arm and we again climbed back into bed this time to sleep.
In the morning, without a word we embraced each other again. I’ve mentioned it before but I truly enjoy waking up to a sexy man beside me.
Since we had another date that night, Ray drove me home so we could run our weekend errands.
As Monday always does. Ray and I flirted in the office as we’d always done and I debated telling him that I’d decided that I could no longer emotionally handle being with two men.
Not to mention, that Tom’s ramblings had grown more intense and random. This could be due to his self medicating behavior which didn’t bother me at first. After some time with Tom I realized just how much he drank and smoked to calm his mind so he could sleep. Having grown up with alcoholics in my extended family, I found this to be more than a quirk in his personality.
While I know that no one is perfect especially myself, I deserved more.
So one evening when Ray called to chat, I told him that I was no longer planning to date Tom. My news was met with a disappointed voice on the other end of the phone. Ray reminded me that he still had plans to go on a date with the dotcom woman. And I reminded him that I had no problems with that.
In fact, I didn’t. I knew it was important for Ray to date other women. Afterall his last girlfriend was the woman he thought he was going to marry. Plus it would help him decide where we stood. While I was fine with taking things day by day without expectations this was not the way his mind worked.
My birthday weekend was approaching and Ray and I both had holiday parties to attend. A couple of these were work related and we could not go together. So he made plans for the weekend before to take me out to his friend’s holiday play. It was also the weekend I was getting my first tattoo and Ray was going with me.
We had two dates that weekend all lined up.
After an amazing night and morning with Ray I was hesitant to go through with my date with Tom. Afterall I had a cold and could easily use my scratchy voice to get out of it. But a small part of my mind tugged at the fact that Ray was no where near committed to me and I to him. I still didn’t know for certain which one I wanted to be with and which one to end it with.
So when Tom called to confirm what time and if I liked gumbo and garlic, I decided that I needed to give him one more chance. I threw on a pair of jeans and headed over with a bottle of wine.
He invited me in and I played with Bud, his dog while he finished cooking. He had started a fire in the living room and brought out a glass of wine to me. He then brought out the gumbo and we dined on the floor by the fire. The gumbo was extra spicy and I managed to eat most of it and hoped that the extra garlic would kill my cold.
He lightly stroked my leg and I realized that I really did like him and when he leaned over for a kiss, I accepted it. We moved into his bedroom and onto his bed. He went down and it was good but something wasn’t working for me. We continued on and it still wasn’t right and I had to fake it. Oh my, I’ve never faked it before and I realized why. Ray. My body and my mind were on the same page and I didn’t want to be with Tom anymore.
He was restless and worked on a computer project while I slept. I was exhausted from the cold, staying up the night before, and from a lot of sex that day. When I woke up at 3am, Tom had climbed into bed and cuddled up with me. Being a little addicted to sex at this point, we were kissing in no time and again my body and my mind fought me. This time with vertigo and I had to stop Tom. The room started spinning and all I could do was lie still and wait.
Because I was dizzy I stayed the night since I was in no condition to drive home and Tom tried to dote on me. I told him that I just needed some sleep and so we did. In the morning I was still woozy from the vertigo but I needed to get out.
He offered some toast and orange juice and I gladly accepted. While we ate we talked and his ramblings grew more random and I couldn’t keep up with his odd subjects. He touched on his family and mentioned that he wanted a family of his own one day. That was the moment when I decided that the two of us could not continue this. Okay, that and having to fake it earlier in the night. We had talked at least twice about the fact that I do not want to have children. I know I’m odd, being a woman in her thirties whose biological clock doesn’t tick. But it doesn’t and I know because it ticked once fifteen years earlier and hasn’t worked since.
He walked me to my car and with one foot in the car and one on the street he kept talking. And talking. And talking. Finally he let me leave and I drove home.
Back to my sanctuary, my home, my little apartment with brightly colored walls and my two cats. And I thought of Ray.
We arrived at his apartment and our carnal lust for one another took over. I had worn a full slip under my dress and wrap sweater and again wore the knee high boots. For the first part of the night we left the slip on as it seemed to play out an old fantasy of his. Our sexual chemistry is incredible and with each new position it was clear that we just fit together nicely.
We had tackled my lost fellatio-mojo from previous boyfriends that judged my technique. My last boyfriend was uncircumcised and inexperienced which made the act difficult due to his extra sensitivity. I could never get the hang of it and therefore felt inadequate in giving it. Ray gave me some tips and my mojo returned. He made sure to compliment me in my quick study and improvement from even a few days before.
I was intrigued as I’d never really liked performing this sexual act and now I feel empowered by it. It also helps that Ray doesn’t eat red meat and his body chemistry tastes good to me.
After a few hours we fell asleep and awoke early the next morning again falling back into each other arms. We lingered in bed and he asked if I would join him as he had to lead a group discussion that morning. I agreed and we stopped off at my place so I could change. We arrived at the meeting and I sat in the crowd that was building and he took a seat at the main table. It was nice to see him in his element and to hear everyone laughing at his jokes. The discussion that followed was full of deep emotions and at one point Ray commented about being in bad relationships and good ones and when he said that the thing he was in at that moment was really, really good, I was on an emotional high.
After the discussion he took me home as he had a date that he’d set up through a dating site weeks before. I knew from his past girlfriend that I shouldn’t show any signs of jealousy. Especially since I was still seeing Tom that night. Feeling naughty I offered to let him defile me before he left for his date but he declined as the date was in less than an hour.
He left my apartment and I relaxed on the couch with my two kitty cats. Ray called later to let me know that the dotcom woman rescheduled due to car problems and that he should have taken me up on the offer.
Nearly every night that week Ray called to chat and check in with me and my health. It was sweet and we talked about things that could not be said at work.
Despite our colds Ray and I still kept our date on Friday night and he took me to one of his favorite Chinese joints in the heart of Chinatown. I was still getting used to his old fashioned ways of opening doors and walking on the street side of the sidewalk. I’m a bit of a feminist and not used to such etiquette but I was starting to appreciate being treated like a woman instead of a girl.
I let Ray order from the menu as he was a regular at the restaurant and he made sure to order spicy items to fight off our colds. The food was delicious as was the conversation. I was getting to know the Ray outside of work and even after working together for two years, I really didn’t know him.
We left the restaurant and he drove me down an old street where house after house was in the old Victorian style. It was holiday season and a few of the houses were decorated with lights. We then headed to his apartment to find out if the sex was still just as hot as it was on Monday night.
I was slowly realizing which man I wanted more and my night with Ray lingered in my mind. In fact while sitting at work after a fresh shower and change of clothes, I could still smell him on me. It was erotic.
Our flirting that day was intense as our night together was hotter than either of us could have imagined. Luckily Ray is a big flirt so most people in the office ignore who he flirts with and how. It’s all part of his charm. We continued to flirt over email, typing things we could not say out loud at the office. The flirting was fun but at the same time made me nervous as I’d heard stories of how the office reacted to a previous romance. Ray didn’t seem to care.
The side affect of not getting enough sleep the night before was a weakened immune system and we both had the first signs of a scratchy throat.
In the meantime, Tom was trying to “romance” me through my space and even had the gumption to ask me out for Saturday night via the message. I was amused and thought to myself, ‘why not?’ I wanted to give him another chance to see if I was making the right choice so I accepted the date.
The week went by and people in the office noticed the new glow about me. But my cold grew worse and so did Ray’s.
When Ray picked up the check, he asked where he was taking me. I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “To your place, of course.”
So we walked out of the restaurant and headed to his car where he opened the door and off we went. We made it as far as the top of the stairs in the entranceway of his apartment. The coats came off onto the floor and we kissed so passionately that it was clear that our chemistry and sexual tension was hot. He held out his hand and led me to his bedroom, where he had removed all the lavender oil as I’ve got a strange allergic reaction to lavender. A great romantic gesture on his part.
He lit candles to set the mood and he stood in front of me and dropped to his knees, lifted my skirt, took off my underwear and kissed me between the legs till I came. (pause for a moment as I recall this memory) Wow, all while still wearing the dress and the boots. He stood and kissed me again, undressed me and himself and brought me to the bed. Again, we left my boots on as a few of my nudes where taken in the boots and the erotic nature of the images enhanced the beginning of the night.
In the four hours that followed Ray took me to new levels of ecstasy and it was definitely the most amazing sexual experience of my life. He has the most incredible techniques. We fell back into the pillows and I curled up to him. We joked back and forth about how hot that was and talked about all the dirty sex we’d just had. He smiled and said, “Well, I thought that we should start off with some dirty hot sex for this affair.”
We wished each other sweet dreams, an affirmation that we say to one another often, and fell asleep. When we awoke not a word was spoken and we embraced one another, kissed and again without a word I got my precious morning sex. And again it was hot.
It was six o’clock on Tuesday morning and we both had to go to work in a few hours. So we lounged a little longer, talked over some jasmine tea and noticed the piles of clothing and boots on the floor. Ray grabbed his camera and snapped off a couple of photos he titled, evidence. He also took a flattering nude of me lying face down on his bed. The morning was slipping by and while I would have loved to call in sick, I knew we couldn’t and he drove me home.
Before getting out of the car Ray made another date with me for Friday night with the condition that I was allowed to break it for a date with Tom if he called. I quickly and sincerely told him, “I made a date with you and I will not break it.”
I headed to my apartment and he called out, “Bye, Sexy!” I turned to wave and then turned back to walk up the stairs only to find myself tripping and not so gracefully landing my hands on the steps in front of me. I quickly got up and looked to see if Ray had witnessed my swan dive into the stairs and couldn’t tell as he had just backed out of the driveway.
Since he is a true gentleman I may never know if he saw my un-ladylike moment.
One of my annoying co-workers stepped into my office at 5:55pm and wanted to go over his report. I gave him the evil eye and told him that since I couldn’t turn it in tonight it could definitely wait for morning. He wouldn’t leave and when I told him that I had a hot date he finally left at 6:05pm.
I rushed home, showered, and dug through my clothing to find something to go with the new two inch, knee-high black boots that my sister had given to me for my upcoming birthday. At this point I’d lost forty-five pounds in eight months and had very few sexy skinny clothes. I found a little black dress that I’d purchased a month back and threw it on with a sweater to keep warm. I fixed my hair, reapplied my makeup and was ready in 30 minutes for my first actual date in two years.
Tom and I had never actually gone out and only met up at his place for dinner that he prepared. Since Tom himself was a 39 year old artistic type that sported shorts, combat boots and a mohawk, I never dressed up for him. But Ray is an old-school gentleman who insists on picking up his date, walking on the street side of the sidewalk, opening doors and helping a woman with her jacket, and all this meant I got to dress up for our dates.
I felt stunning. And just as I’d picked out a jacket, Ray called and was waiting outside. I walked out, strutted down the steps of my 1920s Brick Styled building, and walked to his car. He saw me walking and shouted out, “Hey sexy.” When we met face to face quietly he said, “Well, here we are”, wrapped his arms around my hips and leaned in for our first kiss. Wow, our first real kiss after all the flirting, the photo exchanging and the hot phone sex. Neither of us were disappointed. It. Was. Good.
He opened the car door and drove me to his favorite restaurant. As we walked in the electricity between us was intense and I know he felt it too. We talked about how strange it was to start an office romance. And about how I didn’t find it as strange as he did.
During dinner we talked about our recent journeys and adventures and the possibility of having sex after all that had transpired between us over the last four weeks. I played coy and told him that I hadn’t made up my mind but he knew that I had. He had given me a choice of restaurants and I purposely picked the one closest to his apartment.
Our conversation that followed was fun, flirty and extremely intense and he thanked me for wearing a dress that was low cut in the front. He later told me that based on that he knew that I had every intension of going to his place after dinner.
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