V and I

With V, it was immediately sexual. I like when men are like that. When they make it completely obvious that they want to fuck you. Some project maniacally, some get drunk and fall all over you and some will give you 'the fuck look'. But V had his own way. He would insinuate it and then hold your gaze till your legs felt like jelly.

We were on a project together. It was our second day on the job. The cabin we ended up having to share was a large one with one two large desks on opposite ends of the room. Somewhere in the center of the room was a low window which I opened whenever I wanted to smoke. Now the window was so low that if i wanted to rest my elbows on the sill (which I always want to), it meant my back arched and my ass would tantalizingly stick out in the room inside. Of course, I didn't realise that until V brought it to my attention. V was at his desk, typing out a rather deary letter that I had just finished giving him pointers for. As I smoked I heard his voice.

"I wouldnt do that if I were you"

I looked at him wondering what he meant. His eyes were fixed on mine. He never looked elsewhere.

"Have you heard the drunk party story?" he asked

I looked at him completely lost.

"A woman was leaning over the balcony at this party where everyone was really drunk. They were so drunk that they all started to get pretty naughty. Suddenly a man came behind this woman, lifted her skirt and fucked her there and then. Unfortunately, when the woman came, she came so hard, that she lost balance and fell to her death 13 floors below" he narrated completely staightfaced, while I regained composure and said slowly " Umm why are you telling me this?"

"I'm telling you this" V said getting up and walking stately over to me, until he was practically breathing on my face "because I want you to be very aware of when I take you one of these days, so that you dont fall over... I wouldnt like that" he said, his eyes smiling as he lightly kissed my cheek.