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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

She had been in her job for a while, at school she had been sure that a Monday to Friday, 9 to 5 wouldn't be where she'd find herself after university. But here she was, getting ready for another day at her desk. She didn't find the work stressful or boring but she really didn't enjoy being shackled to her desk for the majority of the day.

To break up her day she would make the most of her lunch hour, a stroll to the park in warm weather or ducking into her favourite coffee shop when the skies opened. She smiled at the familiar faces each day and perused the flyers on the coffee shop wall to see what was happening in the area.

One particularly rainy lunch time she was sat enjoying her cappuccino and sandwich watching the world go by, but not really paying attention. But as the door jangled to say someone had come in, she looked up. She saw a beautiful man striding to the counter, a bulk of papers tucked under his arm. She watched as he flirted with the girl behind the counter, whose eyes lit up when he smiled at her. The two of them held each other's gaze and she watched, fixated on him, she could see the sculpted contours of his arms and back through his t-shirt. After a short while and some more flirtatious with the counter girl he walked over to the notice board and pinned a couple of sheets up. Her eyes followed his every move, subtly she thought, but as he turned to walk out he caught her eye, smiled and winked. Suddenly the blood rushed to her cheeks and she blushed so brightly he chuckled as he left...

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Regaining her composure, she finished her lunch, smiling at how clumsy she'd been to get caught staring. As she left the coffee she she glanced at the flyer he'd tacked to the board, lunch time massage classes at the local gym. A wry smile crossed her lips and she tore off one of the number slips. She knew where the gym was but she'd signed up to the other one across town so had never been in, it was however just around the corner from her office, her body warmed for an instant.

Back at her desk she got on with her to do list. She called her Clients, sat in a couple of meetings and at four o'clock couldn't believe how slowly the afternoon was going. Taking 10 minutes to herself she popped out for a walk around the block. Without realising she found herself on the same road as the massage instructor's gym. She felt in her pocket and found the number stub, it read 'Want to learn magic? Come and learn the art of massage with Andy.' On the flip side was a mobile phone number and the address of the gym. Clenching it in her hand she walked up the road towards the gym. As she approached the entrance the door swung open and out stepped the man from the coffee shop. He mumbled 'hi' as he walked past her, she couldn't tell if he'd recognised her from earlier or if he was just being polite. She assumed the latter, until he turned and said 'are you stalking me?' She looked him straight in the face, her cheeks reddening again and apologised pulling the number stub from her pocket. Seeing the tab his face broke into a smile, it was infectious and she returned with hers. 'If you want to sign up, one of the girls inside will take your details' he said coolly. His voice was rich and engulfing, she pictured herself hanging onto his every word over a bottle of wine. She was staring again...

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

His smile broadened and he made his excuses to leave. She couldn't believe how she was acting around him, it was like she was back at school with a crush on one of the sixth form boys. With the man now gone and herself just standing on the steps to the gym, she suddenly thought about the time, turned on her heels and raced back to the office, her mind completely distracted from work. Back at her desk she propped the piece of paper between the keys in her keyboard and got on with drafting the Client emails that were to go out before the end of the day.

As she typed her eyes wandered to the paper and her mind to her encounter with the man at the gym. She thought about lying on the massage table, a soft towel covering her lower back and his hands gliding over her oiled skin. It warmed her body again thinking about the firmness of his movements over her skin

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