Clearly I don’t learn from my mistakes… or as I’d like to call it “little lapses in my judgement”
I went out on Friday night with O and got very very tiddly indeed. We were ignoring the previously blogged about elephant in the room and having a right old laugh. O was not coming back to mine that night, so I was rather annoyed at the lack of sex that I would be having that evening.
Finding myself twitchy from the wine and public displays of affection I decided that my office would be a viable pitstop for a quickie before carrying on with the evening.
As expected nobody was there and keeping all the lights off, I slipped my keys into the lock and gave it a quick turn so no one could come in. I am a genius!
I led O up the spiral staircase, shut the door and well you can assume the rest. I took advantage of not having any neighbours within earshot and allowed myself to really let go. It was amazing.
With O’s head buried into my neck I didn’t hear the bang. He heard it and his head shot up, I thought he was trying to make me scared so ignored him and didn’t react at all. That changed when suddenly light came streaming through the glass window.
So there we are, naked as the day we were born with somebody walking around in the office. I have never ever been so freaked out. Trying desperately to put my clothes back on as quickly as possible I managed to get my tights inside out with the socks stuck at the bottom and I had no knickers on… I should also point out that the bang we heard earlier on also coincided with O orgasming. So you can imagine that putting tights on in this situation was not easy. Dress on, shoes on, its now that I see my bra on the floor – which I promptly stuff down the side of the couch. I am immediately thankful that my boobs are so small that it rarely makes any difference whether I’m wearing a bra or not. I am then secondly thankful that I took O upstairs instead of downstairs where I took the last guy and if I had, we would have been immediately visible to whoever was roaming around the office!
Now, how to play it. I decided I’d pretend that I was showing O what I had been working on that day. So I opened the door, wiped the sweat off my top lip and very loudly and convincingly stated “Yeah, I’ll just see who’s downstairs then I’ll show you my other film I’ve been working on” (I took drama as a child, I knew it would pay off one day).
Breath in. Downstairs I go.
Firstly, I saw my keys on the floor and recognised it as the source of the bang, obviously my genius streak to turn the key in the lock so nobody could get in didn’t quite pan out!
More deep breathing. I wander down the hall and there I find the nasty intruder. I walk in with a speech prepared and I’m faced with a simple “Are you done then?”
I had to laugh. It was the best of a bad situation. It was a male colleague who I’ve known for a few years. Also I know he’s good at keeping secrets and we were able to have a bit of a laugh about it and he has vowed to never say a thing again. I just don’t know how I’m going to look him in the eye tomorrow.
Will I never learn?