Slowly and over a period of time I noticed a change in how Sohpia dressed. No longer wearing her frumpy, baggy and dull looking clothes, she was more and more wearing dresses, full length, and eventually skirts, some of which were quite short and colorful. For the first time other guys had noticed her, and would make a few comments here and there, while at the same time complaining about how difficult she was to talk to, since she was still very shy and awkward. Only around me did she open up, and laugh and smile quite a bit. I noticed that throughout the day she seemed to simply “be around” me a lot, when before this our paths would only cross every now and then.

Over time our conversations became more and more intricate, and while all this was happening I was slowly introducing her to the idea of eroticism, and even sex, by joking about it, or making slight but skillful comments on her appearance, such as how she was dressed or how she had her hair made up. Every time I did this she smiled and thanked me. She would also occasionally say a few things about Sam, her boyfriend.

“He got lost the other day while driving. I told him to where to go, but he did not listen.” She said this irritatingly. Then she laughed. “And he could not stop apologizing.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

I looked at her. “Well, if you had been a bitch like that to me, I would have had to undertake certain measures to make sure you did not act like that again.”

We both laughed and she feigned a bit of modesty by looking down. She did blush however.

On another occasion we were talking about a novel we had both read, I can’t remember which one, but I had mentioned that the description of one of the characters, a woman with luxuriously long hair, was similar to her.

“Yes,” I said, “I really liked that image, especially the way he described her long and beautiful hair, which reminds me of yours.”

A big smile came across her face. Again, she blushed.

Her hair was beautiful, and luxurious, but she had never really had anyone tell her that before, and I was first one to do so. And I knew, that once she was enjoying how I was describing her, another barrier had been crossed between us. I noticed she was often wearing her hair down, and the ponytail was no longer a daily occurrence.

We had many such conversations over this period of time, and it seemed each one was a small step on this journey of erotic awakening. I knew that this was a journey, but I wondered if she knew, or how much she knew.

But once this path to eroticism had been set into motion, it seemed to speed up, and soon enough we seemed to be both caught in a torrent of erotic tension at work. Our conversations became longer and longer, and more in depth, peppered with more and more slight and sometimes humorous sexual innuendos. Occasionally she would contribute one or two herself.

One day I was enjoying a box of milk duds when I saw Sophia.

“Want some,” I asked.

“No, but thanks anyways, I already have a big dud at home. And unlike you, who seem to enjoy eating treats, he doesn’t know how to eat anything the right way.”

Even Racer X was a bit taken aback by that comment.

“Well that is a damn shame!”

“Yes, oh yes it is. And a waste,” she said as she walked away, smiling

I laughed.

Then another day we were alone together in a room. I was standing and reading a book, and Sophia entered, walked over and stood next to me.

“What are you reading,” she asked me.

“Oh, just a book on some history.”

“That is one of the things I admire about you, you always seem to be trying to learn new things and improve yourself.”

“I try. I like to try to improve myself, but I also enjoy improving others…”

Once more a slight smile came across her face and a not so slight, reddish blush.

We were close, close enough that I could feel her hair, which was not in a ponytail but was freely flowing down, lightly touching my arm. A sweet aroma emanated from her, whether from her shampooed hair or a perfume, I was not sure. Whatever it was it, it was quite alluring. She was wearing a white blouse, with the top button undone, and a delicate blue skirt. Her shirt was open enough so that there was some cleavage, and while standing next to her, I noticed the fabric of her white bra peeking through. It was soft and lacy.

We were talking, and as I noticed all this, I slowed the conversation down, and talked more quietly, and as I did so she moved closer to me, and our arms touched, that wonderful feel of skin against skin, and as they did I began to become slightly aroused. I then saw her eyes look down at my pants, and they became curiously fixed on what she saw, and stared, and when they did she moved right next to me, and our bodies were touching.

And then there was that unmistakable scent. Yes, it is the sent of a woman when she becomes wet. It cannot be described, and it is quite subtle, but I know it when it happens, and it was happening at this moment with Sophia. It is also more than a scent, I believe it has some sort of primal purpose, as a way of telling a male that the female is ready for him, and that she wants to mate with him. There are many mysteries when it comes to sex and our sexual behavior and what attracts a man and woman, and we seem to know so little, despite all the studies that have been conducted over the past few decades.

We know that pheromones are chemicals that attract people, and they are often transmitted through the sweat glands, but I also believe that when a woman gets wet that is also a way of conveying the message to a man that she is ready, not through the moisture itself, but through the scent that she gives off, even though most cannot really detect this scent. Under certain circumstances outside the bedroom you can detect it, usually when you are in an enclosed space, are close to her, and she is wearing the right clothes, which in this case was a short skirt. She must become very wet though.

And at that moment Sophia was giving off that scent, and when I realized this, my own arousal became that much more powerful. I knew that I was going to have her, one way or the other. And I was ready to take her right there.

Only later would I learn that I was right. She had indeed become very wet, “soaked” as she put it. Or perhaps she said “sopping”. I really can’t remember. All I know is that her panties had become drenched.

We then looked at each other, and our faces were close and I felt this was the moment to steal a kiss and I would have, except that someone suddenly walked by where we were, and Sophia seemed a bit startled, and moved back. The moment had been ruined. But I knew there would be other moments. So we then went our separate ways, but not before I touched her hand, and we both exchanged a long stare in total silence, simply eye to eye. As she walked away I continued to stare at her, admiring her beauty and how she moved in her short skirt, how lovely her ass was, and she turned her head quickly before leaving, and smiled.  

Now I knew for sure what was going to happen. Now it was only a question of when and where. After this close encounter, I felt my own passions now building and burning into something terrific, passions that Sophia was now stirring in me, and I knew that once those passions were stirred, I might act at any time and any place to satisfy them. It really could happen anywhere. My animal side was emerging. And I sensed that Sophia now knew that too, and that knowledge turned her on, and one of the reasons it turned her on was that she now sensed her own sexual power, and the power she now had to ignite the flames of passions within me. And she enjoyed that.

Since all this was happening in the sultry days of summer, a few days later I saw her, and she was wearing a short skirt. The white fabric seemed quite sheer though, and since I saw her early in the morning, the sunlight hit her just right so that I could see the outline of her legs through the material, and the slight hint of her panties beneath. I stared at her, and she noticed, and she smiled. I knew she could now immediately sense my deep desire, the raw sexual energy that I was doing my best to control. I could feel that same energy between us.

But we both knew I eventually would not be able to control this, and I would simply need to take her. She had indeed become more bold, and was clearly now playing with the power she realized she now had, but what she did not realize was that once she relinquished that power to my control, and once I took her, she would be in my power and control, that once she was well fucked, she would belong to me.

I knew on some level she realized that, but since she had not actually experienced that yet, she did not fully understand what was going on. She only knew the enjoyment she was now experiencing for the first time in her life by exercising her sexuality in a more public way. Other guys at work had also noticed her, but none were as close to her as I, and most lacked the balls to ever really do anything about what they were seeing. But for Sophia, well, she was now enjoying the tease, and torture, that a girl loves to inflict on men. Again, this was first for her. And I was happy to play along for a while, but I knew that this type of play needed to end, and the real play needed to begin. And by this time I had already made the decision, and was determined, that Sophia was going to be a special project of mine. She had worked her way into my mind at this point, and so there was no turning back for me. Our bond had now been established.

But that final barrier needed to be crossed, and I wondered if it would that day, as there seemed to be something unusual about that day, the day Sophia came into work wearing her sheer, short white skirt…