Let me start by saying the following story isn’t really a first date, or even a DATE for that matter. More of a chance encounter, a fantasy distraction from my long work day. I will just say this story describes the hottest thirty minutes one could imagine. I still have a hard time believing it really happened…

Before I moved from San Francisco, I worked mornings at a luxury health facility that gave me enough eye candy to last a lifetime.  This morning in particular was no different than any other morning. I got to work at my usual time and assumed my usual position at the front desk. Considering my ungodly early morning shift, I decided to take a nap in the employee break room downstairs during my “lunch” hour.  The break room consists of a couch, a table behind it and lockers for the personal trainers.  After thirty minutes of blissful sleep, I woke-up, sleepily looking around and saw one of the new trainers looking at me from the chair across the room.

“Good morning sleepy head, you look adorable when you sleep,” he said, smiling as he spoke.

I grinned back, waving off his comment, and tried to wrap my head around another long, boring day ahead of me. While I waited for the sleepiness to evaporate, my 6’4” and cut to perfection visitor stood up and sat behind the couch I was perched on and started massaging my shoulders.  My body instantly gave way to his strong, masculine touch as his hands moved from my neck to my head and back to my shoulders.

After about ten minutes of heaven, I mumbled to him that I needed to get back to work. I had long since missed the end time of my break, and I needed to get back to checking gym member’s IDs. He responded to my weak attempt to detach his hands with: “I just can’t seem to take my hands off of you.” Yes, seriously!

I was still in such a sleep/massage drunken state that I barely recognized the meaning in that statement.  He moved his hand to the front of my neck and held it as leverage as he massaged me.  His fingers started closing in, slowly choking me a little.

“I’m sorry, my chocking fetish is coming out a bit,” he said, to which I replied “no problem, I have one too…”

His grip got tighter, and I started losing all sense of reality as my body responded to this erotic gesture.  Suddenly he moved in and started passionately kissing me!  At this point, there was nothing I could do but just give in to it all. I felt his hand around my neck, stealing my oxygen, and I was just powerless to it all. All reason vanished and all I knew was his lips, his tongue and his hands as they moved down to my breasts.  Within seconds he’d unbuttoned my white blouse, and exposed me to the world — or in this case, the employee’s break room where at that moment anyone could walk in.

Thankfully, I still had enough sense to realize this and reverse his efforts, by reinforcing his naughty behaviour with my kisses and turning the choking game on him.

“You are so sexy! I want to go down on you so bad,” he breathed into my ear, which just fueled the fire.

I pulled him closer to me, threatening to never let him go with my grip around his neck.  All of a sudden, we slowed things down and our kissing turned sweet, almost loving, making a complete 180 from our previous ravishing of each other.  My mind seemed to clear and I remembered where I was, and finally (against my own desires) told him I had to go back to work, it was already thirty minutes past my break.  I turned my back to him, collected myself, and walked out the door, leaving him without looking back.

A couple minutes later I was back at the front desk, wishing the next gym member a very good morning with a big smile on my face and a sexy memory that did more than get me through my boring day.