I normally don’t hang out with work colleagues after work. But we did just finish a huge project and there’s like 15-20 people going out to celebrate. So, I broke my own rule and decided that I’ll go with them. I called my wife and told her my plans, she was all in support of me going and celebrating with them.

It’s now the end of the day, a little after 5 and they all begin to head out. I decide to meet them there after finishing up some more extended work at my desk. By the time I end up leaving the office it’s 6:30 and I’m expecting that most of them have gone home by the time I show up.

The bar is a bar/club atmosphere. Directly in front of the entrance is a glassed hallway that leads directly to the bar and to the right of that hallway is a VIP area, a dance floor and a bunch of nooks and crannies where people could get lost in a corner. Making my way to the bar I see through the window to my right and there they are. Some in a group dancing and some sitting at the bar. No one actually expected me to come so I felt like a low level celebrity when I first walked in. Greeting everyone I work closely with and those that I see less frequently.

I actually like to dance but I think I need a few drinks in me to break down that wall of “these are the people I work with, not hang with”. I sit at this massive bar with 4 bar backs 1 guy and 3 barely dressed women. They’re covered and look good. And are also exceptional bartenders.

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” A voice comes from behind me. It’s Erin, she works in the finance department and we see each other in passing but normally don’t say much outside of hello, how are you and good bye. All I really know about Erin is that she’s married and has a couple of kids just like I do.

“Well, sometimes it’s hard to say no. I also didn’t expect to see you here.” As I take my drink from the bar tender.

“Well, as you said. Sometimes it’s hard to say no. Is this seat taken?” She gestures to the stool next to me. I tilt my head for her to join me and she sits with a drink already in her hand.

“So, how many flower drinks are in you?” She’s drinking a pinkish hue drink with a pineapple and umbrella.

“Umm, maybe only 2 at this point. So you have some catching up to do.” She sits and we strike up a conversation. At first it’s about work, then moves to family, we’re both married and about the same age. Then to old college stories. The most important part is that we’re laughing. We’re actually having a good time. “I have to say, Erin, that you being a finance person has ruined my opinion of finance people. The majority of the ones I know are very regimented, and very little sense of humor and well…guys.”

Laughing she pushes me away. “Well, I’m glad to destroy your opinion.” Her smile is so authentic and friendly. She’s a very beautiful woman, I’ve always known that but in her position she’s under a lot of pressure at work so it’s nice to talk to her and get to know her in this environment.

I’m 4 drinks in, my original then 3 of what she was drinking, she has to be about 5 drinks in at this point. The dangerous thing is we’ve been sitting here and haven’t stood up so we feel fine but I know that we are probably both on our way to being drunk. She’s drinking a cranberry, pineapple and orange juice with vodka and you can’t taste the vodka at all. Well, vodka by name is tasteless but the heat is hidden. And that’s not a good thing because the drinks are going down very easily.

The night seems like it is flying by. It’s already 9 and we’ve been here talking for over 2 hours. The place is packed, most of our co-workers have gone but a core crew is still here. It’s Friday so not many are in a rush to go. Then it happens…

“Oh, hi Sandy!” She’s tugging on my arm pulling and walking back toward the dance floor. I instinctively grab Erin’s arm and the three of us make our way to floor which is very crowded. Sandy and I have worked together for about six years. She’s a dear hear. A motherly figure around the office and a good friend. We make our way to the crew and given the minimal space to move Erin and I nestle into a nice groove dancing face to face.

Now that we’re standing the alcohol is hitting and I’m definitely not sober. But the mix of the atmosphere, the relief of finishing the project, the drinks, the music and definitely the company I feel like I’m lost in a zone of just feeling good. She’s dancing with your hands above your head, brushing them across my chest. She is also lost in her own little world.

The music is great, I hadn’t paid much attention to it while we were talking but now it’s permeating my body. It’s loud, a great tempo and a great mix to keep everyone moving. You turn and now your back is to me and your back is leaning against my chest as we steadily rock side to side. Without a thought my hands go down the side of your body and rest along your hips. You rest your hands on mine and immediately we feel very comfortable with touching and dancing.

Her hips are swaying with mine. We are intoxicated by the music and our drinks and we are just having a great time. Her hands rub up and down mine which are plastered to her hips. We just look like another set of people randomly dancing together on the floor having a great time when the bubbles start falling from the ceiling. The cool water on our faces feel great. Her hands go up again and this time instead of covering my hands they wrap around my head. I don’t think she intended to but a slight tug pulls my head down into her neck.

I breathe in a full smell of her, her perfume and shampoo. She is intoxicating. Her smell awakens silent parts of my body and my lips nestle in on her neck. She notices the contact and tilts her head to the side allowing me total access to her neck.

I can’t say I’m thinking about what I’m doing but I’m a 100% aware of what I’m doing.

Then it happens…

In the midst of bubbles falling, music pumping and hearts pounding I kiss her neck. I can’t blame it on the alcohol, I knew what I was doing and I wanted to do it. But the kiss didn’t bother her. Nor did it stop her from swaying and dancing. Her hands brush against my cheek and hold there for a moment. Her hips and ass press a little more against me. We are in our own world dancing and having a great time. 2, 3, 4 songs go by. It’s hard to tell because they effortlessly slide from one song to another. My head goes from looking up to being buried in her neck. Her hands go from my head to on top of mine.

Then it happened…

She grabs my hands and moves them across her midsection. My head berries again into the crevice of her neck. We sway and move. She loosens one hand and takes me by another off of the dance floor to a corner where we can truly feel the air moving. “I needed a breather she says to me”. But I can barely hear and make out what she’s saying. I gesture that I didn’t understand. She pulls me down and says it into my ear. Not knowing what she was doing I wrapped a hand around her back. After she repeated herself she stayed there close to me. I can smell her beautiful scent. I just hate women and perfume. They always smell so much better than a guy could ever smell. I kiss her neck again. She froze for a moment. I think to myself ‘I’m a dumb ass. I took it too far’. Just when I was about to apologize Erin turns her head and our lips are the width of a penny apart.

We kiss. I don’t know if I kissed her or if she kissed me first. But we kissed. And in that moment every care of the world ceased to exists. There is no other world outside of she and I at this moment.

Our lips part and I stare looking into her eyes. She’s so beautiful. My body’s alive with feelings I haven’t felt in a long time. Mainly because I rarely ever drink. We kiss again. This time a little more intentional and passionately. Her back is to a wall and she steps back and leans against it. I step forward and greet her. A smile covers her face as I go in for another kiss. Her hands grasp my face. They are so soft against my skin. My hands wander down her sides and around the lower potion of her back. The kiss begins to turn into more than a kiss. I don’t know if we are caught up in the moment, the music, the company, the atmosphere but our kiss is deep and hands are now wandering and holding each other close and tight.

Not more than 5 feet from where we are is one of those nooks where people can get lost. I take her by the hand and lead her over to it and around the corner. I can barely see her here, it’s dark and hidden. Now my back is to the wall and I lean down to kiss her lips. I try to be sweet and soft but everything in my body is screaming at me. My hands scoop down and grab her ass and lift her up. She wraps her legs around me and I turn so she is against the wall and I can use it for leverage.

Then it happens…

In a moment of intense passion she reaches down. I let her down and she unbuttons my pants. I immediately take over as she slips her panties down to her ankles and take a leg out. She’s wearing a dress, as normal, and lifts it up as I lift her again against the wall. The music is still pumping, we are completely invisible to anyone here. I lift her by her ass cheeks, back against the wall, lips plastered against each other and my dick is now out. I slide in. For a moment I pause, she pauses. We look eye to eye and my entire body feels it. The forbidden feeling of having sex with a person who is not your partner, the thrill of possibly getting caught. Everything about this is so wrong and yet so desired and feels so good.

Looking into her eyes I start slow and deep. It’s a good thing I’m drunk because I would have orgasmed immediately if I weren’t. I’m about half the tempo of the music and it feels amazing. Her head is resting against the wall looking up. Her eyes are closed and she’s biting her lip. Her breathing is deep and controlled. I’m not in a rush but I also recognize the danger of taking our time. The longer we are here the more likely someone will discover us and get caught. I bury my head agin in her neck as I slide in and out, in and out, in and out. My god this feels so good. The mix of the forbidden venture and the public sex is exhilarating.

“Go ahead, go faster…mmhmmm…oh god!” Her voice is so sweet in my ear. And just as she wished I obliged. Faster and fast until I’m almost matching the tempo of the music that’s pulsating through our bodies. Her breathing intensifies, her ass feels so good in my hands, her arms hold me tighter and tighter. I’m in ecstasy.

Her hips begin to forcefully slam against mine. Obviously we’ve never had sex before but I’m not taking my cues from her. I’m listening to her breathe and moan, I feel where her body wants me, how her body wants me and I adjust to her please. Hell, it all feels great to me. Her thighs tighten around me and hold me before releasing for another thrust. Again…and again….and again. Each time the hold is a little longer. Then we do a succession of thrust back to back then her legs lock me in and hold me inside. Her breathing holds then releases and her body twitches. Her voice, sweetly in my ear release sounds of pleasure, her arms lock me in then release. Her muscles relax and I ask, “May I finish?” She lightly affirms with a nod and a mmhmmm. I was already so close so it doesn’t not take long for me to build up the feeling and completely release in her. We stand there pressed against the wall for a moment entangled in each others arms.

Slowly we recognize where we are and what we had just done. We had sex with each other, it was beautiful, it was exciting, it was exhilarating and it was forbidden. We pulled ourselves together, parted ways and went home to our spouses.