Older guy, met at work. Known each other for a while. Always had banter and a laugh. But when I moved to his floor, and worked with him more regularly, we started to flirt back and forth. The tension built and built and one day he pressed me against his office door and kissed me hard, and I kissed him back.

I then avoided him for a few days, so I could figure what I wanted to do. When I bumped into him next he asked if the guilt was killing me and I said no, although I’d rather it happened again with fewer people around and less clothing! He gave me his address and I went around that night.

As soon as I got in the door we started ripping our clothes off. We fucked on the stairs, on the landing, against the wall, on his bed. It was amazing, I came about 3 times. We’re still friends.