Work lust. Have you been tempted?

In My Humble Opinion
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I am currently engaged to a girl I started dating back in July/August. I met her at my HS reunion. We moved in together and I got her a job at my company. We just announced the engagement to everyone here at work, and started a freakin love riot practically. We thought we were gonna freak people out by telling them it was in less than 4 weeks.

TWO other copules announced they were dating/engaged here at work since we made our announcement Wednesday morning. One of the couples got engaged WEDNESDAY and is getting married this FRIDAY. Talk about a short engagement!Something must be in the water in South Florida.

Anyway, I know this really isn’t about lust, but the sex is awesome and she’s a little freak in bed. Hopefully it’ll carry over into wedded bliss =)

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Gee, I lusted after so many women in the Army I can’t remember all of them. You get into the Army through the reserves when you’re 18 with a bunch of hot chicks your age and see if YOU can’t avoid messing around. :slight_smile: Shawna, Sue, Cathy, Kim and Julie - oh, and Andrea - I had more crushes than uniforms.

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I have the same problem as Strainger… you’d be surprised (or maybe not) at how many unattractive men there are in the Lighting business :wink:

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Urk. Yeah, I did have a bad case of lust once - over my boss at a VERY small firm. Acted on it, too. I now file it with the other horrible errors under the heading “But it seemed like such a good idea at the time!”

Perhaps I should re-think my strategy. That file’s lookin’ pretty damn thick.

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A long time ago, in my silly younger days, there was a consultant, about 30 years older than me and gorgeous. Oh God, did I like to fuck him.

Right now, I actually report to my husband at the company we work for. Gives a whole new meaning to fucking your way to the top.

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At my first civvy job, a sales rep and I ended up in a fairly nice physical relationship for about four months. An awkward scene afterwards. My next job (was married this time) and two lustable ladies crossed by path on a frequent basis. No contact, though. The wife had a hot tub IN her apartment two states away, and there were times with nekkid hot tubbing with some of her friends, but alas, not with these two. My NEXT job, when I became single again, I dated one lady about three times (no sex), and right when I was getting ready to leave to come to THIS job, the true object of my desire finally relented and we dated for about eight months (she was in GA, I was in Miami). THAT was interesting. The morning after our first night together, we arrived at work about the same time, and I greeted her politely across the parking lot, and she blushed 14 shades red. Later that morning I saw her in the coffee room (with six other folks) and made another “Good morning, Michelle” comment, like I do to everyone. She about died.

But HERE in Miami, oh geez are there some serious hotties in my office! I don’t lust after them SERIOUSLY, nor do I flirt with them at ALL. But WOW, they look HOT!

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Going through it now…

There a guy in my office named Joe. Ten years younger than me but a motorcycle riding hottie. We’ve been friends for about a year but lately…

Every day for the last two weeks my boss has shooed him out of my cube and then yelled at me for flirting w/ him between calls.

Today he comes over-sneaks up behind me and pulls my chair as far back as it will go-gets really close and whispers into my ear…

“I’ve been wondering what you’d look like on your back”

Must be a good grrl…

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Lust and fantasy? Yes.

Act on it? No way!

I love my wife so much it hurts.

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Been there.

First one was a secretary in my department, and the initial moment of smoochdom follwed an inebriated company Xmas dinner when she wound up needing a ride. A little confused the next day (a Saturday when only three of us were there - myself and two geologists) when one of the other fellows said, as he was leaving, “Tell Jenny I said hello.” ? Turns out (I learn later) that she’d been living with him until a week prior.

So, nothing much more transpires for the next week and a half until New Year’s Eve. I’ve made a date with her to attend some friends’ party. Since it’s her birthday her boss takes her out for what was apparently a soggy lunch and they arrive back at 3:00, just in time to get the news they’re lettin’ us go for the day.

Her boss likes me; I’m the fresh out of school new hire who hustles and he’s an older, wise-ass New Yorker and respected geologist - he’s taken me out for drinks before recently, and I know he’s bummed because his GF just broke it off because he’s had a vasectomy and she doesn’t want to marry a guy who can’t father kids (he’s got three already - two adults). So he invites me to accompany them out for a few more.

How convenient! Here I am going out for a NYE early lubrication on another guy’s wallet with my date for the night. We go to a TGI Friday’s and drink up until it’s gettin’ to be about time for us to be thinking about heading out to the party (it’s in Brenham and we’re in Houston). Well, our host wants to move it over to another bar he’s heard about and they’ll meet me there.

At the new place, I call my friends and tell them we’re hung up for a bit and we’ll be along soon. Several hours of drinking commence, including my repeated calls to my friends (I learn later the calls from the guy in Houston became a sub-theme of the party) as well as the geologist’s command to me to go pick up this woman in the bar for him. I’m game - I manage to get her to move over to our table and keep her talking for about an hour until her hubby walks in and poof she’s gone.

We’re comin’ up on midnight now, and our benefactor orders several magnums of champagne. It’s not until later reptrospection that I realize that he’d quit drinking early and he’s plying us. OK, Whoop-de-doo!! Stroke of midnight an’ all, and I had to wait my turn to kiss her.

So her boss bids me a good new year and tells me he’ll take her home. You’ve got to appreciate the situation: he’s a big doggie who likes me and I’m a 20 steps down from him brand spankin’ new corporado. Whispered agreement with Jenny is that I’ll pick her up at the apartment she shares with her folks at 2:00 AM, after he’s dropped her off. Another call to Brenham. I leave.

Come 2:00 I’m at her front door and knock. I meet her Mother, who explains that she hasn’t returned and graciously invites me in for a cup of coffee. A minute later, the phone rings. It’s Jenny and her mom hands the phone to me; Jenny relates that she’s at the geologist’s home and would like it if I could please come get / suddenly I’m listening to the geologist telling me that everything’s OK, I can forget it and if I do attempt to come there I’m locked out and my ass is grass.

That’s enough of an invitation. I thank Jenny’s mom (a woman I’ll come to know better) and hop in the short for a quick cruise (thanks to the earlier evenings of drinks, I know where he lives) over to Mr. geologist’s townhome. These were the early days when they didn’t have iron gates all over, just black and white striped traffic wooden barrier bars. So I do a just-like-in-the-movies automotive removal of such, keeping my speed up so the amputee doesn’t land on my trunk.

With a screech and a SLAM I’m parked and out of the car and up the steps. He’s out on the shared walkway leaning on the rail, smoking a cig and obviously startled to see me.

He backs into the open front door and blocks it. He’s in his forties and I’m an in-shape late 20s - I elbow him aside as he screams at me, “You’re washed up, beatle! This is it! You’re career is over!”

I find her in the master bedroom. She’s on the bed, her dress is off and she’s got all the pillows (lot’s of’em) up in front of her, sort of like a fort. She’s blitzed, but seems to be glad to see me.

I can’t really get her dressed, so I sort of wrap her dress up around her and start to walk her out. Fucker is still guarding the front door and takes a (wildly off) swing at me as we pass. I grab him by the shirt collar and shove him up against the wall and say, “Motherfucker, we’ll be friends again yet!!!”

And leave. With all my baggage.

Jenny’s like a (large) sack of potatoes at this point (as soon as she realized she’d been rescued she went embryonic). Now I’ve got her in the car, my fledgling career AFAIK has a dedicated higher up kill squad operative and it’s still NYE or NYDay and as I pull out over the shattered backbone of the formerly stalwart black and white barrier’s corpse, I’m met by a Houston cop.

Must’ve been a busy New Year’s. He looked at me and the half-undressed chick in my lap and just said, “Park it right here until morning, pal, OK?”

OK, so we spend most of New Year’s morning sleeping stupor-style at the curb in front of the recently-offended’s townhome.

Sheesh!

OK, so I’m up at first light and get us back to my place where I learn more more about Jenny’s curious blend of modesty and promiscuity. As we confront the shards of dawn light that savagely pierce our retinas I take a call. It’s my nemesis from the night before with an apology that I’m more than glad to get. He hasn’t been able to get her yet, figures they’re just not awake yet. Jenny says, “Get me home.”

*** eighteen months of total weirdness I have not the stamina to post tonight ***

That’s all I can manage tonight. Chapter 1 I suppose. There’s more Jenny chapters as well as several other entanglements related to work to pass on.

If this thread survives, I’ll post more.

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Ok, this I have to know more of. :slight_smile: Perhaps this Saturday at HouDope?

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I suffered from a severe case of workplace lust once… it was heavenly :slight_smile:

We were file clerks. Nothing but filing. I was 21 and a temp. He was 32, tall, had dark hair and brown eyes, gorgeous… sigh…

I was so smitten, I ran out and bought books on American Sign Language and took night courses on it at the Community College. I kept it a secret because I didn’t want anyone to suspect that dorky little me was actually going to communicate with the Adonis of file clerks instead of scurrying about with my eyes lowered respectfully (self-esteem issues, I’m sure some of you understand–I know, in retrospect it’s all quite silly).

I still remember the first time I felt confident enough of my abilities to try to have a conversation. I had been exiled to the basement to work on an archiving project. About five minutes from the end of the day, he came down to get some cardboard boxes. He was motioning to tell me what he was doing, but I wasn’t getting it, so I interrupted and signed, “Can you fingerspell?” (See, I signed, but I was afraid I didn’t know enough signs and would have to rely on fingerspelling, so I signed about fingerspelling. Boy, I’m a dork.)

Anyway, he said, "Yes, can you?

I said, “Yes.”

I forget what exactly he said next, but obviously it was about taking boxes upstairs. Then he said, “See you later.”

I said, “See you later.” And he took the boxes upstairs.

I’d done it! I’d engaged in conversation with the most gorgeous man I’d ever met, in another language yet, and wasn’t told, “Be gone from my site, ye worm!” I was so ecstatic, I tell you I didn’t get a lick of archiving done the rest of the day (all three minutes of it).

We went out to lunch a few times, and to dinner and a movie once (his idea), but eventually the temp job ended. He came to my new job once, but eventually he moved on and we lost touch. It wasn’t meant to be. Last I heard he was going to California to pursue higher education. No one wants to be a file clerk their whole damn life.

Anyway, it never resulted in the wild thing, I never even got a smooch out of him, but it was exhilerating while it lasted.

Now, if you want to talk about a workplace crush, there’s this guy at work now named A.C. who has crazy long eyelashes and is funny as hell… but I’m married, so I dare not even ascribe the word lust to my feelings out of guilt. It’s just a little crush with no more possibility of developing into anything than my crushes on Randolph Mantooth and Dr. Drew Pinski.

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I’ve worked with a few women who’d do the ‘bend-over-to-type-something-quick’ deal; I really don’t think they realized the effect they had on all the guys in the IS group. Most of the places I’ve worked have had at least a few hotties, but I’ve never acted on any of them (got married before I switched to a not-all-guy work situation).

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uh…hmmmm…

back in my post-student band-playing don’t-wanna-leave-my-college town days I worked an assembly job to make my shabby ends meet. People would work two to a table facing each other and converse while doing the drudge work. I got to working with this “older” woman and we got along pretty well and started seeing each other after work. We were both unattached and one thing led to another. That was a fun time. She was very open and giving to an astonishing degree and taught me quite a bit. She moved to Alaska a year later.

Another time I was at a less shitty job working on databases for a doctor doing cancer research. This doctor had a lab and the woman who ran the lab and I would see each other often for work purposes. She would usually make fun of me. One time she needed a paper typed and I told her I would do it for her. She asked “how much?” I said “how about dinner?” she said “that sounds good, where?” I said “well how about if you cook it for me?”. That was 10 years ago and we’ve been together ever since.

I work in an industry with a lot of women and my boss (female) likes to hire masters grads out of the local ivy league university, so I’m surrounded by smart, attractive women in their mid-twenties. I’ve never wanted to have an affair with any of them, and none of them have indicated that they want to have an affair with me, but when they first start, there’s often an initial rush of attraction but then it gradually fades back into sanity. It’s just something I have to deal with.

If you want to work in a field where hot & heavy office (for lack of a better word) soap opera is the norm, work in medicine. It’s ridiculous.

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Really an interesting topic… why not seeing pretty much confessions?
as a matter of fact it is as cool as anything…
it is not about flirting and we dont exchange fauking words but know there is something moving between… she is married but still seems enjoying my presence still not open for flirting. i could not resist thinking about her and with to take the stride forward…but i do know it can be too dangerous.
though she likes my naughty glances and she occasionally checkout mine still seems to be stopping somewhere
hmm. who know what is next

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I had a little crush on one of the managers at my old company. It wasn’t a lust thing, though–no sexual component at all. It was all just, “Man, he is one fine-looking guy.” He was a real sweetie, too, which made it better. I told my spouse about it and he thought it was cute. :slight_smile:

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You revived a 13 year old zombie for … what exactly?

Zombie Lust!!!

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D’oh! I didn’t notice it was a zombie.

Braaaainnnss! :slight_smile:

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I’ve dipped my pen in company ink. We ended up leaving the company at the same time for a new start up.

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zombie or no

lust is just nature’s way of showing you that you are healthy.

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Do you mean ever or just today? Wait, doesn’t matter - the answer is “Yes” to tempted.