I have been your coworker for a while. We sit in separate cubicals separated only by a shared wall. I am a few years older than you. my name is James I am Tall and slender 6'2 180lbs, with dark wavey hair and dark brown eyes.

I have always admired you and secretly been attracted to you, but knowing that you have a boyfriend has always kept me tame around you and I have guarded my feelings closely to keep our relationship professional.

Ocassuonally we will go out to lunch either together or in other groups and I always try to sit next to you and occasionally we bump up against each other. Whenever we touch my heart leaps and I remember how much I wish you where mine.

Sometime you catch me glancing at you during the workday. As my eyes linger on your long legs accentuated by your professional skirts and dresses and 3 inch heals.

Occasionally you will come to my cubical to look at my computer screens leaning over my shoulders. I occasionally get views down your blouse usually revealing, what I gather is very expensive lingerie.

Occasionally I have over heard your phone calls when you didn't realize I was present. I know that you complain about your current boyfriend and have heard you express that he doesn't fullfill your needs in the bedroom.

Once you see me staring at your legs and ask, " want are you thinking about when look at me?"

I snap out of it and look away, "so sorry. Please forgive me" I was just daydreaming off into space"

I try to brush it off. And head back to my cubicle but you follow and persist. "I catch you looking at me. I want to know why"

Throwing caution to the wind and lean next to you and sheepishly whisper" the truth is I imagine your legs wrapped around me."