Editor's note: This is the second part in an ongoing series written by CL's newest sex and love blogger, the Charlotte Harlot.

My high school boyfriend was a basketball wonder kid, so I have always had a fondness for athletes, basketball players in particular. I love to see a guy all sweaty after playing a hard-fought game. I lust after toned arms and chiseled chests.

The new guy at work is a former college basketball star. He is 6'4" and gorgeous from head to toe. Damn. Sometimes I follow him down the hall just to stare at his perfect ass. We flirt, but he's young and new and I really don't need the complication of messing with a guy at work. Who knows, he could have a bat-shit crazy girlfriend, or herpes, or he could be a complete asswipe. Still, I can't help imagining how great he looks naked. I really, really want to see him naked.

A couple weeks ago, I agreed to meet up with him and a few other co-workers one night at Kennedy's. Harmless, right? Except I spent all night staring at his chest across the table. He had on a thermal henley that pulled taut across his pecs. He was wearing me down minute by minute, and he had no clue. Every time he leaned back in his chair or reached across the table, I couldn't help but watch how every muscle in his upper body worked in effortless motion. He was a beautiful machine of a man.

The gathering dissipated and a few of us lingered on the deck saying our goodbyes. For some reason, I hesitated before going in for the hug with him, but he grabbed me hard and strong. In a few seconds of our bodies pressing against each other, I was able to feel just how perfect he was underneath all those clothes. He didn't flinch when I grabbed his ass and certified that it was indeed perfectly firm, and round, and needing to be nibbled on.

I went home feeling flushed. I knew I could have him if I wanted him.

The next day at work I tried to concentrate on budgets and board meetings, but I realized I could not concentrate until I got what I wanted. Out came the phone...

Me: It was great seeing you last night, but that hug was too short ;-)

Him: Is that right? You need another one?

Me: Yes please, but this time I want more.

Him: Oh really?

Me: Yes, I want to see you and touch you and taste you.

Him: Where?

Me: Meet me at the elevator in 5 minutes.

We found a secluded office and I did what I had been fantasizing about for weeks. He stood in the middle of the room while I slowly took his shirt off. I wanted to savor every inch of him. He was quivering as I traced my fingers across his abs. I playfully flicked his erect nipples and then sucked on each one. He was so delicious. At one point I stepped back and just stared at him. He was so beautiful; I needed a moment to take it all in.

He undid his belt and whispered "I want you to taste it."

"I want to too, but if I start, I won't be able to stop." Instead, I turned him around, slid his pants down a bit, bent down and licked the top curve of his ass. He moaned and bounced up and down a little. He was laughing and whining at the same time. "Pleeeeaase" he smiled.

I convinced him we needed to get back before anyone noticed we were missing. As cute as he is, he isn't worth getting fired over. We straightened ourselves up and headed back to our desks. My first workplace rendezvous.

A few days ago, I texted him lamenting that his clothes were too loose-fitting and thus not allowing me to properly objectify him. He sent back a picture that made me gasp so loud it made a co-worker peek around the corner and ask if I was ok. "Uh, yeah, I'm good," I managed to utter. Holy shit! I now possess a picture of his perfect body. Resisting him will not be easy.

The Charlotte Harlot is a good girl gone wild. She likes her men tall, tattooed, and meaty. She prefers whiskey over wine. She hates cats. She would like to find a man that deserves her, but until then, she will enjoy having sex with a bunch of men who don't.