This is a fantasy about someone I know through work. All names in this story have been changed for safety, as it includes some real-life situations.

It’s made up of 7 chapters. The story was written in a different language, but I had it translated into English.

Chapter 1 - Smiley Guy

I was partly responsible for refreshing our company website. We worked with an external IT firm that handled everything technically. My task? Testing, finding every error, and logging it neatly in the service desk. Three men were assigned to the project, and for each ticket I logged, the project manager would decide who would take on the task.

After a while, I noticed that one of them occasionally added a playful emoji in his responses to my tickets. A small, innocent addition, but it immediately changed the tone of our interactions. I started sending a few smileys back, and soon, a friendlier, lighter communication developed between us. Of course, we kept it professional—the whole project team could read along in the ticketing system.

But my thoughts soon took on a life of their own. I found myself enjoying the fantasy about this “smiley guy.” Who was this man behind the emojis? I barely knew what he looked like. In the online meetings, he was never the central figure, yet he made an impression. His name? Jurgen.

As the project was nearing its end, I couldn’t hold back my curiosity any longer. I looked him up on LinkedIn and added him. Secretly, I’d already Googled his name, but it didn’t turn up much—just an old Facebook profile with a post from 2018 and a Pinterest account.

Although I had just turned forty, I guessed he was a few years younger. Maybe it was typical "cougar behavior," but for the first time, I felt attracted to someone younger than me. Something about those playful interactions with Jurgen made me rediscover myself—a younger, adventurous side that had been hidden for a while.

Anyway, my curiosity lingered. In my head, I quickly gave "Mystery Guy" a whole personality exactly to my taste. I’ve been in a relationship for thirteen years, but I carried this fantasy right into the bedroom. It added an unexpected, exciting dimension—something my boyfriend certainly noticed, too. The sex between us was amazing, with those forbidden desires bringing new energy into the bedroom.

Months later, the website was finally launched, the project wrapped up, and the contact with Jurgen faded. I was a bit disappointed, but he remained alive in my fantasy. Just before the "rebranding" project ended, I sent him a bold message on LinkedIn. As a monogamous couple, my boyfriend and I had always wanted to experiment, and the idea of inviting a third man intrigued us.

The thought of it made me so excited that I messaged him on LinkedIn with a very direct question—whether he’d like to join me for an evening of sex while my boyfriend watched. But he thanked me for the compliment and politely declined, as he was in a monogamous relationship. I didn’t push further and left him in peace.

Chapter 2 - Confrontation

A few months later, some new projects started with the same company. After an initial online meeting with the project manager, it was time for an actual face-to-face meeting at their office. Just the thought made me a little nervous. It felt conflicting—I secretly hoped to run into Jurgen, yet I also wanted to avoid that awkward confrontation.

On the day of the meeting, my colleague and I arrived at the company where Jurgen worked at the same time. My heart started pounding, and my hands grew clammy. What if I ran into him? What would I say, what would I do? Luckily—or maybe not—that didn’t happen. The meeting started without him, and once everything was settled, we left the office. By then, it was Thursday evening, after seven o’clock.

Outside the building, my car was parked. Actually, it wasn’t even my own car but my boyfriend's brand-new vehicle. Since -name of the city- isn’t nearby, I had borrowed his car to save on gas; he has a fuel card. I got in, but for some reason, the car wouldn’t start. While I eagerly went through the manual, the temperature in the car rose, so I decided to step out for a moment. Leaning against the hood, I searched for a solution on my phone.

It was a beautiful summer day, and the sun’s rays warmed my skin. I was wearing a fitted green dress that came just to my knees, with thin straps over my shoulders. My large yellow earrings, white sneakers, and green ankle socks with two horizontal stripes, along with my bright yellow laptop bag, caught the attention of passersby.

By now, it was twenty past seven when I was startled by the sound of a door opening. I looked up and saw Jurgen walking toward me. Apparently, he had just finished his workday. A warm wave washed over me. He looked exactly like the person I had pictured in my head—friendly and confident.

He smiled and asked,“Can I help you? Car trouble?”

His eyes met mine, and he continued,“Jen-the... was it?”

He pronounced my name wrong, so I corrected him. I forced a small smile, feeling a wave of panic. The confident woman who had once boldly suggested a risqué, sexy date to an almost-stranger was nowhere to be found. What remained was a nervous, slightly intimidated version of myself now face-to-face with her own fantasy.

I tried to appear normal, but I could tell I was failing miserably, and he noticed, too. His presence intimidated me in a way I hadn’t expected.

I explained that the car wouldn’t start. Without hesitation, he got in, and within three minutes, I heard the engine purr smoothly. A wave of relief washed over me, but right after, I felt embarrassed. What had I missed? I thought to myself.

He stepped out and stood in front of me at a respectful distance. With flushed cheeks, I thanked him. He shrugged and said he didn’t understand what the issue was, but I’d figured it out by then: I had forgotten to fasten the seatbelt, which triggered a safety feature that prevented the car from starting. I felt quite stupid.

With a forced smile, I said, “Sorry, that was really silly of me. It was the seatbelt… if it’s not fastened, it won’t start.” My words sounded awkward. His presence had clearly affected my speech.

He looked at me with a faint smile, a sign that his ego was probably a bit stroked by my blunder. He certainly hadn’t forgotten that “bold” invitation, but he played along as if nothing had happened. We were both in denial, probably to avoid making the situation even more uncomfortable.

“How can I thank you, Jurgen?” I finally asked, trying to clear the air a bit.

He glanced at his watch.“Could you give me a ride, maybe?”

I hadn’t expected that question, but I nodded immediately.“Of course. Where to?”

We drove off the parking lot toward his apartment. The traffic in -name of the city- was busy, so I had to concentrate. Sensing that, he took the lead to start a conversation, which was a relief since small talk isn’t exactly my strong suit!

To my surprise, the conversation was easy and pleasant. Despite my shy, introverted nature, I actually felt comfortable with him. He mentioned that he was meeting up with some colleagues at a dance bar tonight to celebrate someone’s farewell.

“I’d love to dance again”, I said, almost to myself.

“You’re welcome to join if you feel like it,” he replied with a smile.

What?! I thought, surprised. An invitation from Jurgen, my quiet lust-crush?

Once we arrived at our destination, I parked the car. He gave me the name of the location for the evening and got out.

I called my boyfriend, explained the situation, and got an enthusiastic “okay” in response. A night out in -name of the city-? That sounded perfect to me! I decided to hang around, get something tasty to eat, and immerse myself in the lively city. Two hours later, I stood outside the bar, ready to dive into the party scene.

Chapter 3 - The Party

Inside, it was still quiet, but I immediately recognized a few faces from the online meetings. I kept my distance because I didn’t really dare to go over and join them. I didn’t see Jurgen anywhere.

It would have felt a bit awkward just to stand there, so I decided to lose myself in the music and hit the dance floor. The crowd quickly began to fill in.

After a while, I looked at my watch and realized I’d been dancing for two hours already, completely on my own with a Bacardi-Cola in hand. I hadn’t had that drink in years, and for a moment, I felt sixteen again.

The music was freeing me up. Maybe the alcohol even more. The confident woman was back! I danced seductively on the dance floor. My hips swayed, accentuated by the tight dress. The drink made me feel aroused. I was reveling in this situation, and suddenly, I spotted Jurgen.

He was leaning against a table along the wall, with Ruben, another familiar face, standing next to him and talking to someone else. Ruben was one of the few other familiar people in the room; we occasionally worked together, and he was also connected with me on LinkedIn, around my age.

Jurgen looked up, and our eyes met. The alcohol had boosted my confidence, and I felt playful. I walked straight up to him, standing close—just slightly too close. Just inside his personal space.

“Hi, Jurgen,” I said with a smile.

I sensed some negative energy. His eyes looked glazed, a bit sleepy; he’d clearly had a few drinks. A hint of fatigue hung around him, and I felt a slight tension in the air.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

He shook his head, and I heard a small sigh.

“I had a fight with my girlfriend,” he finally admitted.

“Oh? What happened?” I asked, genuinely curious.

He waved it off with a quick gesture. Not the time, I understood and felt a slight disappointment. I wanted to keep the evening light.

“Come, let’s dance?” I asked cheerfully, making an inviting gesture, already bouncing on my toes.

He smiled faintly and shook his head.

I tilted my head slightly, gave him a knowing look, then turned around and started dancing right in front of him to a perfect track.

Ruben noticed me. He looked a bit shocked because he clearly hadn’t expected me to be there. I waved quickly and gave him a friendly smile. He glanced at Jurgen as if looking for an answer, then walked over to me.

Without saying a word, we started dancing, with an easy, playful vibe.

Ruben was clearly a bit further along with the drinks, too. After a few songs, I noticed he was getting closer. His hand brushed mine. I responded and teased him a little, moving in a bit closer myself. The touches were now less subtle.

I sensed we were crossing a boundary, but I allowed it. Slowly, he embraced me from behind, his hands lightly on my hips as we moved in rhythm. I felt his breath on my neck, and a tingle ran down my spine. His lips brushed softly against my skin, just below my ear. He kissed my neck, and I let it happen, savoring the forbidden tension that filled the air. The touches became more intense, and I felt my heart race as he gently kissed me just below my ear.

Suddenly, I felt a strong hand firmly gripping my upper arm. Jurgen pulled me away from Ruben with a determined hold. His grip eventually relaxed, and he led me decisively through the crowd to a quieter spot. He positioned me against a free section of the wall, looking at me with an intense gaze. He shook his head and let out a deep, impatient sigh. He still wasn’t in a talkative mood.

Standing closer than ever, his face was just a breath away from mine. In one smooth motion, he took off his cap, and without warning, pressed his lips against mine. A tingle shot through my whole body, and I returned his kiss with passion. Our tongues found each other, and it felt as if all professional boundaries dissolved. I grabbed his hand, and without a word, led him towards the restroom. Together, we entered a stall, where I pressed myself against him and kissed him again, completely lost in the moment.

My hands carefully explored his body, caressing his waist and sliding under his white T-shirt. I felt his warmth and quick heartbeat. Standing even closer, I felt his arousal pressing against me. My fingers teased the waistband of his boxers as I looked into his eyes.

Wild.

My hands moved down along his hips, and without hesitation, I undid the button of his jeans. I heard him let out a soft moan, a sound that only aroused me more. My hand slid under his boxers, feeling the heat and tension building. As I felt his desire in my hand, a wave of heat filled my own body.

I let my hand glide rhythmically along his length, his breathing quickened in my ear. With my other hand, I pulled down his boxers and jeans, and his arousal was freed. I sank down. My lips found the smooth tip, and my tongue circled slowly around it.

My mouth enveloped him, and I let myself be carried away by the desire to take him deeper. With gentle movements and teasing licks, I played with him. His low moans were the best encouragement I could ask for. The more pleasure I gave him, the more he surrendered.

Before long, I felt the tension in his body increase; he was breathing heavily, and I knew he wouldn’t last much longer. I longed for his release… his release was my reward. I felt the first warm spurts against my skin, my chin, and even on my neck. He let out a sigh, his hands running through his hair, looking at me with a mix of excitement and a quiet, intense gaze.

That moment sobered me up slightly. Did he regret this?

But damn, I was so wet now.

He gently pulled me up, his hands firmly on my hips, and quickly kissed my lips. He grabbed a few sheets of paper and handed some to me, his eyes resting briefly on the spot on my dress where a hint of his passion had been left. As he cleaned himself up and buttoned his jeans, I felt the air between us remained charged, even without much being said.

When we looked at each other again, he saw the longing in my eyes, and for the first time, he pulled me close. His arms wrapped around my waist, and I felt his lips graze along my bare shoulder, a wave of desire running through me. His body spoke volumes. My hunger was far from satisfied.

“Can we go somewhere?” I whispered in his ear.

“I know a place”, he replied softly and hesitantly, “but it might not be perfect.”

I nodded without asking further and took his hand. Together, we stepped outside; the cool air prickled our skin, giving us a moment of clarity. It was chilly. And now, a bit of reality set in—for him, too, as the alcohol began to wear off.

to be continued...