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A Little Sin
by Thezur Valken (address withheld)

***

Two bored work colleagues find time to excite each 
others day for a brief moment, although both are 
involved in other relationships. (MF, work)

***

Deborah was sitting at her desk intently looking at her 
screen as she always did. I approached from behind. She 
was always so close to her computer monitor that if you 
didn’t approach from behind her monitor you were 
approaching from behind her.

She was a very tall girl, all legs and attitude, a very 
strong, assertive attitude.

I like to think I have the same attitude, but she had 
never seen it, because in her presence, I felt 
intimidated. I wanted to tell her how I felt about her, 
and how I could never act out my desires on her because 
I would betray my own promise to be a loyal husband. 
But she looked and behaved in a way to make me forget 
those vows.

I said, "Hi." 

She continued to look at her screen.

I waited patiently for a reply. Perhaps I had spoken 
too softly for her to hear, but that’s the way she 
normally was, completely wrapped up in the information 
on the screen.

I repeated my request for attention. This time I got 
it. She turned to see me and as soon as she recognised 
me her ignorance changed into friendship. 

Obviously it was a ploy she used to be left to her own 
devices by the constantly begging sales people who were 
probably were incapable of even feeding themselves. But 
I’m not one of them, so she shows a little more 
interest in me. Not enough for my liking, except for 
that one glance she gave me the other week, the one 
over her shoulder, with her short red hair covering one 
cheek and her head tilted like a cat looking at a 
mouse, with hunger. 

That excited me. I could feel the feeling in my gut, 
tingling with naughty desire. I enjoy being naughty, 
but not downright evil, that’s the way it made me feel, 
downright evil and oh so longing to indulge.

She spoke her usual greeting talk to me, what else did 
we have in common. I love the sound of her voice, deep, 
confident, young yet experienced. I will never forget 
the day I sat next to her all alone in the alleyway at 
her office, where all the sales people go out for a 
cigarette. The smell of freshly burnt tobacco on her 
breath was also tantalising, bad of course, but what’s 
fun that’s not bad?

I would love to taste the cigarette on her breath first 
hand. The taste of the tobacco telling me this was 
definitely not my wife who did not smoke as I don’t.

"Would you like to join me outside for a cigarette?" I 
asked her in my most polite voice.

"Um, Ok." She said just a touch confused. When her 
colleague gave her a curious glance she replied to it 
with: "He doesn’t smoke."

Her colleague had better things to do anyway. What do I 
care, as long as we can get her out of the picture 
sooner than later!

She followed me out the side door. A couple of greedy, 
stupid sales people were still having a cigarette and 
swearing about how they enjoyed their intoxicated 
weekends. I sat down and she sat beside me on the 
wooden bench. All she was wearing on her legs was a 
pair of high heeled sandals and a very short white 
skirt I couldn’t make a tea towel out of. 

All I could do was attempt to keep my eyes focused on 
her cheeky face. Every time my eyes fell to close to 
her legs, I got more nervous. I should by now not need 
to be nervous around women, I seldom was anyway. But 
now, she had told me about her boyfriend and her son, I 
had confessed my marriage and my daughter, now only 
three. Yet all I wanted to do was ask her to come with 
to somewhere where I could privately enjoy a week or 
two in her presence. 

So the nerves were from my own battle with myself for 
control of my desires. Then I remembered the advice I 
had gotten, from one of those Internet books about how 
to get into any girl’s, well... bedroom. I brushed her 
knee with my hand in a well disguised gesture that fit 
in with my rambling conversation about something or 
other. She didn’t mind, the fact that she was outside 
with me told me that she didn’t really mind. Not 
forgetting the look she gave me, always in the back of 
my mind around her, or not around her, for the last few 
days, all I could think about was her.

I am normally very comedic around people I get along 
with, but I had yet to get this side of my character 
out around Deb. It must have been the fear of mortal 
sin blocking my normally calm character. It was too 
early to bring up any sexual subject, and I had never 
spoken to her about anything like this before.

I brushed her knee again, very gently, very casually 
accidental and on purpose. She uncrossed her legs and 
crossed her right over her left. I was on her left. 
This is good, and bad. My experiment had yielded the 
right response; however, I need to know when to stop 
before this gets beyond my control.

Time for a joke, but don’t hash it up. Perhaps I should 
save the jokes for another time.

Women love a man who can make them laugh, so far I’d 
not been able to do this with her, so it was a bit 
risky, because if she fails to laugh, then I’ll be left 
out to sea without wind in my sails. I left the jokes 
well alone.

Instead I told her about work, nothing exciting, even 
to me. But talking about helping out the help desk 
women and irate customers and stupid sales people gave 
me a chance to move my hands, and brush her knee, 
again. If only I could find a way to accidentally touch 
her chest on the side, innocently. Now the realisation 
starts to take a grip, I am actively involved in trying 
to sabotage my marriage for a quick thrill with this 
girl. What a girl.

Her cigarette was almost finished, this is a bad sign, 
because I know she doesn’t like to spend too long away 
from her desk, and as soon as it’s out, she’s as good 
as back to work. Quick, think of some gossip you can 
whisper into her ear, put my hand on her knee and lean 
in close to her to tell her. By now the alley was 
empty. So I grabbed the first piece of information from 
my recent memories.

Slowly but purposefully I leaned into her ear, when I 
was sufficiently close enough I reached out and grabbed 
the cold flesh on her knee, it was a cool day, and I 
whispered into her ear: "John’s full of shit."

John was our mutual friend.

She chuckled. Good, at least I got her to laugh, even 
at my own expense for telling her such an obviously 
useless gem of information.

"Why do you say that?" she asked of me.

I could so get into the, "He said you didn’t like me," 
pushing for a response of willingness routine, but that 
would be brash, blatant and disastrous.

I could try and tell her about the girl in the next 
building who likes me. Try to arouse some jealousy. 
Perhaps not, the girl in the other building liked 
everybody.

I had to think fast. "He said you didn’t like talking 
to other people in this company." I said, about to put 
her in a corner to reveal a feeling for me.

"But you don’t work for this company," she replied.

"Not this one, but we all fall under the same 
umbrella."

"Do you feel like I wouldn’t want to talk to you?"

"No, after all you are here, outside, with me."

"So?"

I turned to look at her; her face was so close to mine. 
I looked into her eyes, dark turquoise with a hint of 
hazel and just a small outline of mascara. She was 
beautiful. I moved as slow as cancer towards her face 
waiting for her to retract. She didn’t, she too was 
moving with agonising caution toward me.

Ah, tobacco. Sin never tasted so good.

I moved my other hand around to hold her supermodel 
legs tightly. My right hand moved on to her fine figure 
around her waist.

By this time her hands were either around me or on my 
shoulders. I felt bad, and good for it. It felt like 
I’d been plugged into a power station and was enjoying 
sucking in all the energy I ever needed.

The door opened. Luckily it was around the corner, 
giving us almost two whole seconds to compose ourselves 
to the image of innocence. Just more lazy sales people, 
but the fun was over, only the chemicals in our bodies 
continuing the euphoria.

"I must get back to my desk." She said quickly before 
shooting me a quick cheeky grin and going back inside.

I skipped back to my office, dreaming of future 
encounters.

END

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