Tops of boxer shorts
Yesterday was a long day. We had a 5 hour team meeting. Yes, you read that right – 5 hours. What can I say – here at Weird Community Charity we just like to waffle. And argue. And bitch.
There was something yesterday though to keep me amused – the Scottish chap (who I hope never finds this blog…) was down again for this meeting. *ahem*. First kiss on the cheek went all OK – I tried the turning my cheek towards him as he approaches, approach. It’s a bit weird, as I end up saying hello to him without actually facing him (he probably thinks I’m a bit loopy now)
Anyway, as the meeting progresses I’m listening to him talking with his lovely (yet almost incomprehensible) Scottish accent and almost without thinking find myself twirling my hair around my fingers in a girlie fashion and dreamily staring at him. When I become aware of this, I try and pull myself together only to find myself 5 minutes later suggestively almost wanking a pen. Oh jeez. In my defence (your honour) he actually stretched up, making his t-shirt rise quite a way up his chest to reveal the tops of his boxer shorts….which he then started playing with. Gaaaah.
All of this is enough to send someone like me over the edge. (Actually, it doesn’t take much) In my head, I was leaping across the table and running my hands, shortly followed by my lips over his manly physique. It was from that point on in the meeting that I gave up listening to what anyone was saying and was lost to my own little fantasy world *sigh*
You wait, the next team meeting I’ll find out that I’ve volunteered to do all kinds of things. D’oh!
Unfortunately, the goodbye kiss on the cheek didn’t go so well at all. I dithered (I was a bit distracted). I didn’t turn my head to one side. He then dithered too. This time we really did come close to accidentally brushing lips (damn it) hehehehe
- a hot and flustered moosh
