For the last few months i had noticed i was being followed, stalked if you will by a female co-worker. She was a beautiful, busty latina called Natalia and i could tell she quite enjoyed the sneakiness of it all. Since she had found out about my interest in bondage and the way of life that followed it, i had the feeling she was also no stranger to what was expected; however i was quiet natured and we hadnt really spoken much. In the last few weeks i had been told by numerous colleagues that she fancied me but i wasnt supposed to know yet as she wanted to find out a bit more about me.
When i say stalking, thats probably a bit harsh. She would occasionally hide and watch me from different positions in the office. Occasionally she would follow me home a few cars back, other times she would send me little notes and gifts in the drawer of my desk. I found the whole situation a little weird but i let it continue as she wasnt harming anyone and i thought it was quite sweet.
The tone of this set up changed slightly after a few months until finally i received a note with a time and a place in the office to meet her. She wanted to talk to me urgently in the old supply cupboard which was now the store for many files and other obsolete items. It was lunch time she wanted to talk and that was fine by me. I would have made the first move, but she seemed to be enjoying her little innocent quests for information.
At just past midday i picked up my smart card and headed down 3 flights of stairs before i unlocked the dark room and switched the light on. Not much was in here anymore as i stepped inside and shut the door behind me. She wasnt here yet so i looked around. The room was surprisingly bigger than i thought, probably a 4x5 metre room. The middle shelf along the left wall featured an array of spare stationary and ink cartridges for the printers. A ladder in the far side of the room was the only other addition as the other stuff had been moved to a room in a more accessible location.
All of a sudden a click was heard and the door swung open, revealing my cute little stalker with a nervous expression on her face. She had clearly built herself up to do this, talk to me face to face for the first time. I had the feeling that the secrecy of the room, the way she was acting and the way we both cracked a smile when our eyes met that the potential for doing more than talking eas certainly likely. She closed the door behind her without turning around. I wasnt sure how to act.