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I?ve noticed elsewhere that younger readers may no longer know what the term ?zipless fuck? (a single, mostly emotionless coupling between two strangers) means. It was coined by Erica Jong in her 1973 novel Fear of Flying. She presented the idea in a satirical manner, and she wrote of it, ?The zipless fuck is the purest thing there is. And it is rarer than the unicorn.?*********I came of age in an era when relations between the genders were more relaxed than they are now. That was true in a number of schools and workplaces I was in from the early 1980?s up to the first decade of the 21st Century. Thus I?m not merely indulging in nostalgia. Now it seems that there is a low-grade hostility ? maybe it?s not always so low-grade ? between men and women that affects everything about how people deal with each other.Men certainly weren?t very concerned that a woman would bring up false or trumped-up charges against them; I would have heard about it from them if they were worried. And I think most women would have felt it was dishonorable to lie or exaggerate just to get revenge on somebody.*Yet it was generally a rule of thumb that dating or having an affair with a coworker was a bad idea. Back then, the main issue that people worried about was what would happen if there was a break-up later. If things went sour, it would be awkward because the two people would be stuck together in the same workplace. It wasn?t like college, where semesters ended in a few months and the amount of time one spent in classes was relatively small. With work, one was committed to spending day after day, week after week in a confined place, possibly for years.It was a rule that I followed carefully. It had some downsides, such as: where was I going to find a partner outside of work? The scenes at bars and clubs didn?t interest me.Then in May 1992, when I was twenty-seven years old, I broke the rule, or rather one of my female coworkers broke it for me. The way she did it was both very strange and very abrupt. I suppose I could have turned her down, but the way she acted wasn?t subtle. Likely other guys would have reacted to her ?charms,? if that is the correct way to put it, in the same way that I didIt happened just after my first anniversary at a Manhattan publishing company. The firm was located in an old building on lower Fifth Avenue, and the layout of the place was somewhat unconventional. There was a room in the back that functioned as extra office space and as a lounge. There were a couple of sofas and several desks in there.At about 4:30 in the afternoon on the day before the Memorial Day holiday, I was at loose ends, sitting on one of the sofas in that room. Beyond the open door, the rest of the company?s sixth-floor space seemed to be deserted.I didn?t go home because I felt there was nothing for me at my apartment. My wife had separated from me after a four-year marriage. She had moved out and I retained the rental unit we had shared. It originally was presented to me as a ?trial separation,? but after ten months it appeared that it was becoming permanent. Since I was clueless about adult dating, I didn?t go out with anyone during that period.******************No one had invited me to a holiday get-together. The next three days appeared to be empty for me. Thus I was just killing time in that back room so I didn?t have to face the weekend alone.As I just sat there looking at old magazines, gerçek porno (https://qiqitv.info/kategori/gercek-porno) I was surprised when another employee, a woman, walked in. The first thing she did was close the door, which had been open during the time I had been there. It seemed like an odd thing to do, but I wasn?t too concerned about it. Then, even though she knew my name, she said nothing to me, not even a hello. Her demeanor was as if I wasn?t there at all. I guess I could have spoken first, but I had been caught unawares. Plus I had virtually no interaction with her during the time she had worked there.She had been hired about two months after I had been, and she had some mysterious publishing house marketing gig that surely paid better than my job. Her name was Erin Delaney. Whatever she did had more status than my production job which was lower in the company?s hierarchy.Since I had been ignored, I figured I?d just sit there and ignore her too. Thus I stayed there flipping through an old copy of Esquire. But I was distracted because she seemed so fidgety. Thus I found it difficult not to look at her while I was pretending to read my dog-eared publication.She walked briskly to the desk directly opposite me and took an Apple PowerBook out of her bag. After setting that up, she took her jacket off and tossed it on the far side of the desk. She had been wearing a black suit, but she had a sleeveless white blouse underneath. While she sat there, I had a side view of her; she was only about six feet away. Her short black shirt had ridden up above her knees, and she had dark stockings and black strappy shoes. That room was not her office, so I had no idea why she had chosen to sit there.Erin was several years older than I was, and I had never thought much about her one way or the other. Now I couldn?t help but examine her and watch what she was doing. Back then, the ?Mike Pence rule? had yet to be invented. Men generally had few concerns about being alone with a female co-worker. In a later era, I would have just gotten up and left, especially since she had mysteriously closed the room?s door.Without really thinking too much about it, I looked her over. This Erin was fairly tall, with blonde hair that had been styled in a severe bob-cut that came down to the level of her chin. I?m not that good at determining people?s ages, but I guessed that she was in her mid-thirties.I might have stopped assessing her, but she couldn?t seem to stop her restless actions which held my attention. Within a few moments, she reached down to adjust the stocking on her left leg, the one facing me. That gave me a chance to see the dark straps that came down to hold up her leg-wear. A lady who wears a garter; I don?t think I?ve ever met one of those before.While pulling and then looking down to examine her stocking clip, Erin never acknowledged my presence at all. Thus I continued to look at her. Then she really went all out to display herself.* She got out of her chair and squatted down to look into the filing cabinet on the right side of the desk. Since she didn?t work in that room, what could she possibly have in there?Whatever her motives, I could look up between her parted thighs to see the crotch of her black panties and the lacy tops of her stockings. For the first time, I wondered if she might be deliberately flashing herself at me. Either that, or she was completely oblivious to her gay porno (https://qiqitv.info/kategori/gay-porno) surroundings including whoever was nearby.She then sat down again and put her feet up on the desk. For some reason, she took her glasses off to peer at the laptop, which, true to its name, was now in her lap. The undersides of her thighs were showing above the lacy tops of her stockings. Whatever was on the screen absorbed her attention.I thought, I?ve never noticed her before, but she?s really a rather sexy lady. I liked her sleeveless top that revealed her arms, the enticing black underthings beneath her skirt, her cute hairdo, her subtle red lipstick. Her skin wasn?t too pale, and that made me speculate that the light hair wasn?t its true coloring.Well, Memorial Day is the beginning of summer, and this woman is certainly dressed for warmer weather. I got the impression that she was having trouble concentrating on whatever work project she had going on her computer. There was a languor in the way she sat with her feet up, trying to look at her laptop and yet somehow not that interested in whatever was showing on that device.Yet I still didn?t say anything to her. This lady is way too classy for the likes of me. I knew I wasn?t going to ever approach her, not that day or any other. I still thought, man, these older women often had something going on that the younger ones just couldn?t match. Rather foolishly I was enjoying her sudden arrival and the intriguing way she was presenting herself.There had to be some resolution to that scene, and Erin dramatically provided it for me. Suddenly, she sat up in her chair, put her feet back on the floor, and turned to face me. As she put her glasses back on, she put a finger of her right hand up to her chin.For a moment, she glared at me, and I knew disapproval when I saw it. Trouble had arrived. I was busted, and I had carelessly let it happen. Her expression reminded me of a teacher who had just caught a student cheating on a test. I could feel my face warming up so I knew I was blushing in embarrassment. I decided to let her have the first words.?Listen, I would really appreciate it if you kept your eyes to yourself. You have been sitting there staring up my skirt at my legs and you seem to be fascinated with my panties. You?re acting like a total jerk.?I had failed to realize how intently I had been looking her over. For a moment I considered saying I was sorry and then simply leaving. But I changed my mind; there was something that wasn?t on the level about the way she had chided me. Thus, I decided to defend myself. That room belonged to neither of us. In addition, I was in there first and she hadn?t even said hello to me. She was acting like I was some random guy gawking at her on the subway.As calmly as I could, I said, ?Erin, it would help if you didn?t splay your legs out and flash yourself and your underwear at me. You?ve been doing that since you got here.? I hoped that using her first name, for some reason, might placate her a bit.It didn?t seem to work that way. She said, ?I beg your pardon?? I knew it wasn?t a good sign when a woman said that. There was a menace in her voice. ?I?ll move myself around in any way I please. You really have a lot of nerve. I know that you are memorizing images of me so you can have some creepy masturbation fantasies later.?Yeah, since you mentioned it, I am going to enjoy jerking off evli porno (https://qiqitv.info/kategori/evli-porno) about you later. Her sexualizing the conversation in that way, her blatant lying about her behavior, and her faked disapproval were all bothering me. I also did start worrying about what she was capable of doing if she had cooked up a grudge against me. Such events were rare back then but not entirely unknown.I didn?t want to lose my temper, and I also tried not to sound resigned but I probably did anyway. ?I think it?s time for me to go. That?s what you want, right??No, that wasn?t it. Plus, I had made a mistake by phrasing it as a question. She raised her voice, ?Oh no, you?re not going anywhere. I?m going to give you a good piece of my mind first, and you?re going to hear what I have to say.?Her chair had wheels, and as she shoved herself towards me she moved her glasses to the top of her head. In a moment she had moved so close that her knees banged against mine. I had been caught completely unprepared. Some instinct told me to keep my wits together and not show any anxiety. I had to force myself to look into her intense gray-green eyes. Her gaze was steady, which unnerved me. Is this person more than a little crazy?For sure, I knew that I was flinching and I couldn?t do anything about it. It seemed that it was my turn to say something. I knew I shouldn?t sound apologetic or self-pitying, but I didn?t do a very good job of it. ?Look, I don?t know anything about you. I was just here minding my own business when you came in.?***That was another good point to just get up and leave, but she grabbed my lower arms and clamped down on them just hard enough to let me know to keep still. Well, she touched me first, that might help my case if anyone would believe me. Probably I could have gotten out of her grip if I wanted to but I didn?t try. In truth, I was curious about what she would do next. She made a pretense of sounding offended as she responded, ?I also can go anywhere in this office that I choose to go.?Never try to reason with the irrational, never show weakness in the face of a personal attack.* But I was flummoxed enough to do both anyway. And it was strange that I was disliking her at the same time I was feeling attracted to her.?Of course, you can go anywhere. That?s not the point. I offered to leave, but you told me to stay here.? It struck me, if she is so bothered by me looking at her, then why did she come so close and grip my arms? She had some kind of game going with me, although I didn?t know what its purpose was yet.?It?s too late now. I know what you really think about me; I?m only a bitchy cunt in your opinion.? She was quivering with some kind of emotion that she couldn?t contain.I was still saying too much. ?Hey, you used those words, I didn?t. You can?t read my mind.? I barely knew her and I was rattled by the explicit language she was using. Until then she had only been a face among one-hundred others in that company.?What words? Like cunt? Like you weren?t thinking that yourself. I know you want to see mine because of the way you were examining my panties. You?re imagining what I look like underneath them. I know how guys like you think.?I went with the tactic of feigning indifference mixed with a bit of aggression. ?I?ve seen them before. What makes you think yours is so special?? There was just enough anger in my own churning emotions to give me the courage to say that.She seemed to not like that I had perhaps spurned her, which was surprising. Her expression was of both agitation and also anticipation. But anticipation about what exactly? She said, ?What?s special about it is that it's right here, it?s not hypothetical in other words.?