Reason I Love Tyler #30

Tyler is Handsy

By now you know that Tyler and I met at work. But what you don't know is that he was told by his boss (after seeing me during my interview and asking her to hire me) to not sexually harass me. She wasn't joking. She must have seen that wolfish look in his eye. I'm sure she was imagining a possible lawsuit.

I was eventually hired, much to Tyler's delight. In our first few hours of work we learned that the other was single and from there it was on like Donkey Kong. Tyler pummeled me with questions. I have never been asked so many personal questions in such a quick succession in all my life. I could tell he was interested in me, which was kosher because I was interested in him. The questions weren't sexual, per se, but they were personal and therefore slightly inappropriate coming from my supervisor at my brand new job. Luckily, I wanted his attentions. Because if I didn't, forms would have been filled out, believe you me.

Things progressed. And then he really did sexually harass me, just not at work. (We were actually quite good at keeping our hands to ourselves, now that I think about it.) On our first pre-date we took a walk which ended up being a walk in the rain. I was still uncertain about things, so I wore a very crappy holy pair of jeans to "turn him off". However, these jeans showed off my skin and had the opposite effect. I didn't think my legs were anything special then, so I didn't get it. After getting soaked on our walk, Tyler and I sat in his car and talked. He touched my legs through the giant holes like he couldn't help himself. I liked it. I felt irresistible. On our next non-date, I actually dared to enter Tyler's apartment where we sat on his couch and his hands roamed all over me. I loved the way he touched me. I loved being fondled by him. I loved how handsy he was, and said so.

Tyler is still handsy to this day, and it's naturally progressed. I know any time I bend over or have my posterior sticking out, I'm going to get spanked or pinched or grabbed or goosed. I've just come to expect it. And it's awesome. It's awesome to have someone so attracted to me that he can't help himself. Sometimes we'll be lying in bed and it only takes him touching my legs to get him excited. (I still don't think my legs are all that and a bag of chips, but he seems to fancy them, so woo hoo!) I love that he can express his love and desire with just a graze of his fingertips. Or a hard smack on the ass. I like 'em both.