Although Harley and I have known each other through work for more than six months, the Friday before last, we had our “first date.” We’d been out to happy hour two times with coworkers and he had given me a ride home once, but this was our first time “out” alone. It was kind of strange, though, since we’ve known each other for a while and the attraction and emotions have been growing during that time.
That Friday, 9 days ago, we kissed for the first time. I was a little reluctant at first as I wanted to savor the growing attraction. I was enjoying the arc of attraction up to the first kiss and the first sexual encounter and wanted it to last a bit longer. It’s like building up to an orgasm, but the process can last for as many days, weeks, or months as the attraction to a specific person has gone unfulfilled.
Within a few seconds, my reluctance faded away. This kiss was so nice. He has such soft lips. Damn, I’m getting turned on as I write this. I had two orgasms Saturday morning thinking of him. On Sunday, I had to go into work to prepare for a week-long work trip to California. He stopped by. We went to the mail room and talked and made out for at least an hour. It was perfect. It was hot, but it wasn’t the right place to take it any further.
And then I was out of town for the week. The timing was terribly perfect. Had I stayed in town, I think we would have had sex, even though we were trying to wait as long as possible. He wanted to take things slowly. He wanted things to be right. I told him I am like a guy when it comes to sex; I wanted it to mean something.
We talked and texted each other during the week. He took care of my mom and my son for me. He made sure they had everything they needed. He picked me up from the airport at 5:30 AM two days ago. He lives on the opposite side of the city as the airport I flew into. He was busy with work. But he told me before I left he would pick me up and he did. I didn’t even need a ride, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.