First attempt at letting anyone read anything I have written. Be honest please, but kind would be nice as well. Apparently it's too long for one post so there is a second one right behind it
He had been working with Isabelle for about nine months. The connection wasn't instant, but they soon found themselves enjoying the company or each other far above the rest of the office. The time together eventually led to flirtations, but nothing more. There were comments said with a wink or a sparkle of the eye. Even blatant comments about timing, but almost nothing more. The 'almost' included a Friday night after an extremely long week of urgent deadlines. In recognition of making the last one just in time a group headed across the street to a bar to celebrate. He was the senior manager and only executive housed in the local office. She was a manager of marketing, technically outside of his chain of command, but responsible for his directives in most things. After a few drinks that night it was clear that Isabelle was in no shape to drive home. He offered to call her an UBER, but another sober employee offered to drive her home. It was decided that he would drive her car to her house and the other guy would pick him up. The ride was mostly uneventful, except for her comments about being lonely since her fiancé has been gone for a few weeks. That word, fiancé, is the reason the flirtation always stopped short of anything more. Isabelle was clearly tipsy and kept putting her hand across and grabbing his arm and leaning over on him. He tried to focus on the road and harness any thoughts that come up of anything more. They pull into the driveway and he escorts her to the door. She is unsteady on her feet, either from the drinks, or trying to be flirtatious.
He follows her up the walkway trying to take in the view without being obvious. She is an attractive woman. Maybe not in the popular/traditional sense, but incredibly beautiful. She is the girl who has been told most of her life how pretty her face is from people thinking it is a compliment. She is about 5’3”, but 5’8” in the heels she usually wears. In another time she would have been described as Rubenesque. She was curvy. A little curvier that society may say is ideal. She was comfortable with all the terms, thick, chunky, bbw, whatever; she had heard it all and become comfortable with herself. She had large breasts, wide hips, thick legs, and a round waist. From behind she looked incredibly feminine in the skater style dress she wore quite often as it accentuated her curves. He was trying not so stare at her ass, but it was an insurmountable task. She was in good physical shape, regardless of how her body manifested itself and enjoyed an active lifestyle.
His ride hasn't yet arrived as they make it to the door. She turns to thank him and stumbles, either from the drinks, or on purpose. He reaches out to steady her and awkwardly grabs her around the waist. His hands grab a little tighter than he means to, and he likes the feeling way more than he should. He can feel her soft flesh under her clothes. She has just the right amount of everything. She looks up at him and stares into his eyes and he into hers. Her deep brown eyes seem to go on forever. She places her hands on his forearms and starts to lean in. Before anything more can progress lights flash in the glass on the door. His ride is finally there and he snaps out of it and helps her through the door. They awkwardly say goodnight as she closes the door. He gets in the waiting car. "I tried to take my time. Should I come back later? Need some more time?" the driver says with a smirk. "She's engaged." is the only reply. "Yeah but he's out of town and an ass like that. Damn." "Shut up. Just get me back to my car. "
There is a chill in the air when they show up at work the next week. Isabelle stops by his office for their normal morning banter, but he isn't there. They pass later in the hallway, and say hi, but there is clearly tension that didn't exist previously. After a few days she tries to get up the courage to talk about it with no luck. The days turn into weeks and neither of them enjoyed work like they used to.
The last Friday of the month and that means lunch at the office on him. It's a nice break from the daily grind and no one ever complains about a free lunch. As he is heading out the door Isabelle runs up behind him. "Hold up, I'll come help you get everything." He doesn't need the help but isn't going to turn down company for the ride across town. They walk to his car and head to the restaurant. He drives a black, lifted Tahoe, and she comments on the high step to get in every time they go somewhere. The ride is mostly quiet with the conversation still seemingly strained from that night. He mentions that he didn't really need to help but appreciated the offer to which laughs about needing to get out of the office and that she misses their conversations. He started to say something but couldn't find the words and was saved by arriving at their destination. He gets out expecting her to do the same, but instead she says,"if you don't need the help, I'll hang out in the car if you don't mind. I would enjoy a little quiet time. He just shrugged and said 'Sure, I'll leave it running for you." as he walked off to the restaurant.
The Car Ride
by Aeipathy
by Aeipathy
He had been working with Isabelle for about nine months. The connection wasn't instant, but they soon found themselves enjoying the company or each other far above the rest of the office. The time together eventually led to flirtations, but nothing more. There were comments said with a wink or a sparkle of the eye. Even blatant comments about timing, but almost nothing more. The 'almost' included a Friday night after an extremely long week of urgent deadlines. In recognition of making the last one just in time a group headed across the street to a bar to celebrate. He was the senior manager and only executive housed in the local office. She was a manager of marketing, technically outside of his chain of command, but responsible for his directives in most things. After a few drinks that night it was clear that Isabelle was in no shape to drive home. He offered to call her an UBER, but another sober employee offered to drive her home. It was decided that he would drive her car to her house and the other guy would pick him up. The ride was mostly uneventful, except for her comments about being lonely since her fiancé has been gone for a few weeks. That word, fiancé, is the reason the flirtation always stopped short of anything more. Isabelle was clearly tipsy and kept putting her hand across and grabbing his arm and leaning over on him. He tried to focus on the road and harness any thoughts that come up of anything more. They pull into the driveway and he escorts her to the door. She is unsteady on her feet, either from the drinks, or trying to be flirtatious.
He follows her up the walkway trying to take in the view without being obvious. She is an attractive woman. Maybe not in the popular/traditional sense, but incredibly beautiful. She is the girl who has been told most of her life how pretty her face is from people thinking it is a compliment. She is about 5’3”, but 5’8” in the heels she usually wears. In another time she would have been described as Rubenesque. She was curvy. A little curvier that society may say is ideal. She was comfortable with all the terms, thick, chunky, bbw, whatever; she had heard it all and become comfortable with herself. She had large breasts, wide hips, thick legs, and a round waist. From behind she looked incredibly feminine in the skater style dress she wore quite often as it accentuated her curves. He was trying not so stare at her ass, but it was an insurmountable task. She was in good physical shape, regardless of how her body manifested itself and enjoyed an active lifestyle.
His ride hasn't yet arrived as they make it to the door. She turns to thank him and stumbles, either from the drinks, or on purpose. He reaches out to steady her and awkwardly grabs her around the waist. His hands grab a little tighter than he means to, and he likes the feeling way more than he should. He can feel her soft flesh under her clothes. She has just the right amount of everything. She looks up at him and stares into his eyes and he into hers. Her deep brown eyes seem to go on forever. She places her hands on his forearms and starts to lean in. Before anything more can progress lights flash in the glass on the door. His ride is finally there and he snaps out of it and helps her through the door. They awkwardly say goodnight as she closes the door. He gets in the waiting car. "I tried to take my time. Should I come back later? Need some more time?" the driver says with a smirk. "She's engaged." is the only reply. "Yeah but he's out of town and an ass like that. Damn." "Shut up. Just get me back to my car. "
There is a chill in the air when they show up at work the next week. Isabelle stops by his office for their normal morning banter, but he isn't there. They pass later in the hallway, and say hi, but there is clearly tension that didn't exist previously. After a few days she tries to get up the courage to talk about it with no luck. The days turn into weeks and neither of them enjoyed work like they used to.
The last Friday of the month and that means lunch at the office on him. It's a nice break from the daily grind and no one ever complains about a free lunch. As he is heading out the door Isabelle runs up behind him. "Hold up, I'll come help you get everything." He doesn't need the help but isn't going to turn down company for the ride across town. They walk to his car and head to the restaurant. He drives a black, lifted Tahoe, and she comments on the high step to get in every time they go somewhere. The ride is mostly quiet with the conversation still seemingly strained from that night. He mentions that he didn't really need to help but appreciated the offer to which laughs about needing to get out of the office and that she misses their conversations. He started to say something but couldn't find the words and was saved by arriving at their destination. He gets out expecting her to do the same, but instead she says,"if you don't need the help, I'll hang out in the car if you don't mind. I would enjoy a little quiet time. He just shrugged and said 'Sure, I'll leave it running for you." as he walked off to the restaurant.
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