We've been coworkers for about four months now. You're new to the company and quickly glommed onto me for questions about where around the office to do things, standard procedures, etc. We make eachother laugh a lot and the first month, we even got lunch together a couple times. Now in the fourth month, we get lunch about 3 times a week and in the last two weeks, we've even talked about dating in the city, etc.

There's been flirtation but I'm trying really hard to keep it professional. I dont want to be a creep in the office, obviously. Tonight, we grabbed drinks with three other coworkers at the bar afterwards. You wore the cutest black dress to work that day. Form fitting but not tight, with white lace trim around the hem. I think you caught me looking at your chest at one point on the third drink and we just sorta smiled and looked back to the conversation.

A fourth round was had and then we called it. We all got cars home and I took a shower, poured a red wine as a night cap. Laying on my bed, propped up with pillows and my towel around my waist, I checked my various social media accounts, took a quick look at the news and then... logged into my alt reddit account. Being still a little tipsy and looking at your dress for the last 2.5 hrs, I knew I was going to have to take care of myself if I was to get any sleep tonight.

Scrolling through, I see the various amateur porn I like, posted by various women- my favorite being MFF threesomes. I look to see if either one of my usual sexting partners is online and no dice. Looking for something to catch my interest, I scroll past one headline that makes me freeze. "Home after work happy hour- do you like my new dress?" I swallow hard and get dizzy with excitement. No way. I click on the blurred out image to see a familiar black dress with the white lace.. only this time, it's pulled up above the waist with a hand covering a pussy. The top of the dress, the same place I was staring earlier, is pulled down to reveal the most magnificent tits I've ever seen. The photo cuts off below the chin, so I can't be sure it's you.. but, it's gotta be.

I pick up my phone and text you- "that was fun! Did you get home ok?