We were twelve yesterday, having a Sunday brunch together, between colleagues and friends. It was quite exhilarating to meet outside of the workplace, but we developed a strong bond through the years.

 We laughed and chatted around the buffet and at our big, long table under the springtime sun. We were a bit silly, but try and gather twelve thirtysomethings at a meal, some single, the others having come without their partners, and see for yourself.

 The innuendo was so funny, and we were taking advantage of every bit of conversation to make the sleaziest jokes, the main one being that an all-you-can-eat buffet could have sexy themed nights for sensual appetites ! There were vivid pictures forming in our minds and I can testify that my panties were more than a bit wet. As I was looking at my colleagues, I could notice Leah and Vivian red with confusion and some badly hidden desires.

 When my eyes met Vivian's, there was no doubt as to what filled her thoughts, and Leah's eyes kept avoiding mine, but I knew what she was fantasizing about.

 The talk shifted to other subjects, but we found ourselves looking for desserts at the buffet at the same time, Vivian and I, and our fingers brushed against each other over the lemon pie. I smiled to her, she answered to my smile, and we didn't need more to know what it was all about.

 But we weren't meant to find some alone time to discuss it further, because Celia came behind us and whe didn't want to be too obvious about our feelings.

 Before heading home, we kissed each other goodbye, all of us, and Vivian's was a special little kiss on the corner of my mouth, her hand resting on my shoulder, my hand on her waist. Some other time, maybe...

-Em♥