I was in love (lust) the second I saw her. Mid 20's, long, dirty blonde hair down to her full, round ass. When she walked and her hair swung back and forth, it revealed a small, skinny waist. When she turned around, I fell even harder. Slender face, with gorgeous eyes that were partially hidden behind black framed glasses. You know, the kind that naughty teachers wear. She had a few freckles on her face, and they spilled off onto her bare shoulders. Not a lot, just enough to make them interesting. Her B cup perky breasts were perfect foundations for her erect nipples. I knew immediately I had to get to know her better.
How? First off, she was my employee. Definitely against the rules. Pretty sure she had a boyfriend as well. Oh yeah, I'm married. Strike 3. I was also about 8 years older than her. We still could be friends right? No harm in that. Yeah, better just be friends.
She turned as I was walking behind her. She almost caught me staring at her ass. No, I'm pretty sure she saw me. I got nervous. It was my first day in my new store. "Great, sexual harrassment on my first day". She smiled at me. Not just with her lips, but with her eyes. Those gorgeous eyes. They always got me then, and still do to this day.
I would walk by her area intentionally just to catch a glimpse. Hopefully I'd catch her bending over while working to catch a peek. I was seriously infatuated with "Sara". I had been there for several weeks, and still hadn't really talked to her, except for a few "Hi, how are you" conversations. Maybe I mistook her smile that first day. Maybe she was just a nice girl.
Fast forward a few months. We had become "friends" by now. Not in the normal sense, because we really weren't supposed to associate, especially outside of work. But we talked a lot at work. She liked some of the same music, video games, just was a cool girl to talk to. I never really had a GIRL friend. It didn't feel wrong. She was a cool girl.
One day, the subject of sex came up. She pretty much told me she was a nymphomaniac. And very unshy with her sexuality and her body. She showed me some sex stories she had written and asked my opinions. She asked what I liked, and we told each other some stories. I commented about how much I liked going down on a girl. She said she had never really liked it. Not that she really didn't like it, but didn't orgasm from it. I told her they weren't doing it right. "Pretty cocky, huh?". I said I've never had a complaint yet.
Soon after, she told me a story about another guy in the store that was making moves on her. I got kinda jealous, even though I shouldn't even be as involved with her as I was. She could see I was jealous, and was making fun of me. She asked why, and I just told her that he was a lucky guy. She finally told me it was just a story she made up to see what I would say.
She also told me she knew someone in the store that was interested in me. "Yeah, right" I said. "Seriously, there is. You want to know who?" "Me". I couldn't believe it. Here is a HOT, sexy, beautiful girl, several years younger than me, hitting on ME. She asked me to come over after work, and we could talk about it more. Crazy. I couldn't say yes, because I knew where this would go. But I couldn't say no. Ok, I'll come over tonight.
Her boyfriend was working. I told my wife I would be late. "I won't stay long" I told myself. Then I get there, and "shit". I felt like my dick was going to explode. We walked along a little pond/stream where she lived. It was nice. Romantic. Something I hadn't felt in a while. My heart was pounding. I felt 16 again, half my current age. Part of me was saying "Get in your truck and leave". More of me was screaming "GO FOR IT". There was a little arched bridge going over the stream. We stopped on the top of it. She pushed me against the railing and leaned onto me. Oh my God, her hair smelled beautiful. It was so soft and long. I've always loved long hair, and my wife cut hers short several years ago. I reached my hand up, and brushed her hair behind her ear with my fingers. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back and sighed like she was orgasming. She immediately kissed me. A deep, passionate kiss that I haven't felt in years. We kissed for several minutes. She said "let's go upstairs".
I was nervous as Hell. I had a feeling like this was a dream. I was shy about making the first move. Up until now, she had made the move every time. I just followed her lead. It's worked so far, so I'll just stick with that. We sat on the couch for a bit and snuggled a little. It was nice, but I was still rock hard. I was trying to hide it.
I excused myself to the restroom. When I got back, I about blew up. There she was, in a white wife beater, no bra, nipples cutting glass playing with one with her hand. Her other hand was pulling her panties to the side and rubbing her clit. She said "Why don't you show me what you've got". I practically dove into her pussy with my face.
Her pussy was amazing. She was freshly shaven, with just a little tuft of blonde hair about the size of a quarter right above her clit. She was soaking wet, she had and her vulva was ever so slightly open. I stuck my tongue inside, (or tried). She was tight. Like virgin tight. I licked her clit for a few minutes, then down to her vulva. then from the bottom of her pussy to the top. She really liked that. I think at first, she was trying to not play her hand that she liked it as much as she did. I was on a mission. I was going to make her cum on my face. Before long, She had her legs wrapped around my back, and her hand on the back of my head pulling me into her pussy. I reached up and played with her AMAZING tits. She had nipples about the size of two erasers on those big fat pencils.They were almost always erect. But that's another story. She was moaning, trying to stifle it as much as she could, but she came. HARD. I could feel it, and I could taste it. She about bucked me off with those sexy hips. She still seemed like she was trying to hide the fact I made her come. But I could tell she was done. She was shying away from my tongue. You know the feeling you get after you come and get really sensitive? She finally asked me to stop. "Why?" I asked. "I just don't think I'm going to come, it felt good, but I'm getting kinda sore". I told her she was full of shit, that I did make her come. She started laughing and said that it felt so good, and she had never orgasmed like that before. "I hope that isn't the last time" she said. "Definitely not" I replied.
"Maybe we could try something at work next time" she said.
To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3n9sd9/fraternization
Cute!