Taking my boyfriend at work day… /u/highavailability makes a surprise visit. Pictures and a video.

/u/highavailability and I have gotten into the habit of having two standing phone dates everyday during our commutes. We live in different time zones, but I work an early shift so it works out well. I’ve never been much of a phone talker, but since we began this cross country romance, HA and I have developed the habits of 14 yr old girls. Previously, the most minutes I’d spent on the phone in a month was 500. Now, I’m averaging about 2200 min/month. Thank goodness for unlimited talk time.

So Thursday morning, I’m talking to HA as usual. I’m already at work, but he’s still driving and stuck in traffic. We’re lamenting about how much we miss each other because there’s still two long weeks until our next scheduled meet-up. He says, “maybe I should just ditch work and hop on a flight to you.” I laugh and say “yeah, we should start playing the lottery. Maybe one of us will win and we’ll be able to afford to just fly back and forth on a whim.” We kept chatting, and out of curiosity, I decide to pull up flight info just to see how much this crazy idea would cost. I find an incredible deal, but I’m still not completely sure if HA was serious about this idea. The conversation goes something like this:

Me: “umm babe, how far are you from the airport?”

HA: “probably about 30 or 40 minutes depending on traffic”

Me: “I just found a roundtrip ticket for $300, but you’d have to go straight there. The flight leaves in less than 2 hours.”

HA: “I don’t have anything but the clothes on my back, but if you want me to come, I’m coming.”

Me: “You won’t need your clothes once you get here anyway, and I just booked the flight.”

What follows is a frenzy of calls and emails from both of us, rearranging work schedules and meetings. He was going to be arriving within hours, and clearly my priorities are in order because my first call was to my favorite waxing salon asking for an emergency appointment. She worked me in saying “you must have big plans,” and I escaped from work just long enough to be silky smooth by the time he arrived.

What transpired once his sexy ass sauntered into my library is detailed in his post with pictures and videos here.

I’ve been a librarian for years, and never before marked “sex in the stacks” off of my bucket list. It was intoxicatingly exciting and erotic and utterly terrifying. I was wearing a tight blue dress, stilettos, and no panties. I walked in front of him, so he’d have to stare at my round ass until we’d gotten to the most remote corner of the library. Once we were in the dusty recesses of the stacks, I quickly turned around and pulled him close to me, kissing him and realizing that he already had a massive hard-on. I didn’t waste any time unzipping his pants and getting down on my knees. I like to think I’ve already learned exactly which moves drive HA completely crazy. I held on tight to the shaft and started massaging the head with my tongue and lips, releasing my grip occasionally just long enough to take all 8 inches deep into my throat. I could tell by his breathing and trembling that he could explode at any second, so I quicly stood up and whispered, “we won’t have much time, but I’m not wearing panties, and I want you to bend me over and fuck me.” Not being one to argue with my demands, he immediately complied. Every time we’re together, the first insertion is a shock to my system bc it’s like my body has forgotten just how big he is. That glorious hurts so good sensation combined with the thrill and risk almost immediately got me to the edge of cumming. I knew he was close too, so I turned around and told him to fuck me hard and fill me up. The instant that he went balls deep and I felt the first hot wave exploding inside of me, I immediately started cumming too. I was white knuckling the shelves in front of me to try to suppress my moans. Somehow, we got ourselves put back together before getting caught. I had to return to my post at the information desk…cum slowly running down my legs…to finish my shift. Mercifully, it was soon time to go home, and when HA and I got to my car, I suggested that he drive. My commute is about 45 minutes, and he’s unfamiliar with my city, so he probably thought it was an odd request, but again, he didn’t argue…and I had ulterior motives. I directed him until we got to the highway, then I said “stay straight for the next 30 minutes, and unbutton your pants because I’m sucking your cock for the rest of the drive.” I had his pants halfway down before he even had a chance to unbutton them for me. Somehow, within the mere seconds it took me to get to his cock, it was already rock hard and begging for attention. I immediately took it all into my throat and he gasped as he tried to concentrate on driving. I showed him no mercy, and at one point he said “a truck driver just drove by and saw your bare ass in the air and gave me a thumbs up.” Luckily, neither of us embarrasses easily. After about 25 minutes, we’re almost back to my house, and I suggest that we stop at the grocery store to get a few essentials since HA arrived with literally nothing, and there’s no way we were getting out of bed again once we got to my house. He agreed but said we’d better make it fast or he’d be fucking me in the car…which did actually end up happening, but not until later…

We quickly collect the essentials and head to the self-checkout…manly razors/shower gel, gummy bears, and a large bottle of astroglide. The astroglide has a security tag that “notifies the attendant to assist us.” Maybe I embarrass more easily than the thought. The cashier saunters over, picks up the huge bottle of lube, looks at us knowingly and winks at HA as he removes the security tag. Now, I’m probably going to find a different Kroger for my vanilla shopping trips, but I digress.

We get back to my place in record time, and are practically ripping our clothes off before we’re even through the door. I’m going to have HA for less than 20 hours total, and we don’t waste a second of it. I’ve mentioned this in past stories, but I’ve never been with a man who literally has zero recuperation time…I took this picture after he came for the third time within an hour, still about 75% hard and thicker than my arm. We don’t exactly have much self-control when it comes to each other. He turned on our lovemaking soundtrack, and we melted into each other, having sweet passionate sex for hours until we finally fell asleep in the spoon position, totally satisfied and exhausted and knowing that at that moment all was right with the world.

I set my alarm the night before to be ready in plenty of time to get HA back to the airport, but apparently I was distracted, because I set it totally wrong and we woke up late. We hurriedly hopped in the shower together, kissing and groping while also realizing that we had almost no time to spare. We threw on clothes and rushed out of the house. I live about an hour from the airport, but miraculously traffic was light and we made it there in 40 min. He had been rubbing my thigh, occasionally teasing my clit and fingering me, all the way there…obviously as payback for the drive the day before. When we got to the airport, I pulled into the short-term parking garage and he said “you know, you don’t have to park and come in, you can just drop me off.” I said “I’m not coming into the airport, but you’re cumming in me before you go. I have a fairly small car, and I could see the questioning look on his face, but he acquiesced when I told him to pull down his pants and lay the seat as far back as it would go. This is where being a fairly small girl and a yoga aficionado becomes especially useful. There aren’t many ways I can’t bend, and within second, I was on top of him, his now raging erection inside of me and my legs wrapped around his head. I grabbed on tight to the back of the headrest and he thrust into me hard until we were both moaning and cumming again. We cleaned up and said our goodbyes, and I sadly sent HA back to his side of the country, already counting down to our next rendezvous in less than two weeks.

It wasn’t until I got home that I realized just how much abuse my girly bits had taken in less than a day but nothing that some advil and a good soak with mineral salts and tea tree oil can’t cure. I feel the need to qualify that the hairs on my ass in the first pic are his that were still stuck to me when I got home.

We just parted ways yesterday, but I’m already missing him hard. Before we ever met in real life and were just planning to have a fun NSA hookup, HA said “what are we gonna do if we really like each other and start missing more than the sex?” At the time, I had no idea how prophetic that question would become. “And I’m thinking ‘bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways….maybe it’s all part of a plan.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3fgq9l/taking_my_boyfriend_at_work_day_uhighavailability