Alone ti[m]e with the o[f]fice intern

I work as an events coordinator for the School of Computer Science at a university. As a 23 year old in an office of researchers and executives, I was by far the youngest in the team, so I was pretty excited when I found out we were hiring an intern. The successful candidate, James, was 20 years old and in his second year of a Software Engineering degree. He was tall and slim, with glasses and scruffy brown hair. He struck me as a little shy, but was always really friendly in our interactions. I was quick to buddy up to James and show him the ropes in the office and, before long, I found we had plenty to chat about. Our conversations involved some playful banter and I was enjoying the odd bit of flirting here and there as it made the work days go much quicker.

Fast forward to last month, when my school was hosting their first public lecture event for the year. I was rather nervous as this would be the first event where I was solely in charge of the event management for the night. My supervisor asked James to help me out for the evening, and I was thankful for the help but also excited to be spending some one-to-one time with my new colleague.

The evening of the event, I arrived at the venue early to set up the space. When James rocked up, I must’ve done a double-take as I barely recognised him. Between finishing work for the day and arriving at the event, he had gotten a neat haircut, which (and I know it sounds corny to say, but) really brought out the gorgeous blue in his eyes. He was also wearing a suit and tie, a step up from the business shirts he normally wears to the office, and boy do I have a weakness for guys in suits.

“Well, don’t you tidy up well?” I called over to him.

“Heh heh, hey Michelle!” James chuckled as he walked over to join me. He always had this sweet chuckle whenever we joked around, which in turn has me giggling like a school girl. “Thanks,” he replied, “I thought it was about time I trimmed that mop off. And you look great too” he said, gesturing at my blue dress and blazer. I thanked him as I passed him a copy of the event run sheet and we continued on with the set up.

The evening that followed went off without a hitch. The theatre where we held the lecture was packed and it was well past 9pm by the time all the guests had slowly made their exit, leaving just James and I.

While I tidied up some leftover wine glasses from the earlier networking event, I found an unopened bottle of wine leftover from the caterers. I ducked my head into the theatre where James was tidying up and waved the wine bottle at him.

“What say we celebrate a successful night?”

“Nice! Won’t say no to that!” he grinned, as I joined him in the theatre with the bottle and some clean glasses. I filled our glasses and handed him his as we took a seat in the front row of seats.

“Cheers to a great night! And what a great team!”

“Cheers,” James agreed, as we clinked glasses. “And yes, we do make a pretty awesome team.”

As we sipped our wine, we exchanged observations from the night and I, feeling particularly flirty all of a sudden, worked in some playful touches to his leg. While I’m sure the alcohol couldn’t have possibly reached my brain in such a short amount of time, I think all the adrenaline from running such a big event had me feeling as though I were tipsy. Inhibitions were well and truly out the window by this stage, so I took another sip of wine and rested my head on his shoulder.

“James, stop me if I’m just repeating myself, but did I tell you how great you look in that suit?” I said, while running a finger playfully down the centre of his chest.

“Uhh haha, thanks! You may have, but I don’t get sick of hearing it!”

I tilted my head up to look at him, and I saw that his eyes were now wide, watching the path of my finger as it made its way along the buttons of his shirt. I sensed that he was probably holding his breath at that moment as well as his chest lay absolutely still. I traced my finger back up his chest, then continued along up the side of his neck and ran my fingers through his hair.

“And this hair, I love this hair…”

James tilted his head up to face me and his gaze met mine. Even in the dimly lit theatre I could see his beautiful blue eyes glistening.

Yep. Inhibitions totally gone. All my pent up adrenaline from the evening had turned itself into this wild, sexual energy that was now driving my every action. I leaned in to kiss him gently on the mouth and I was relieved when he I felt that he didn’t pull away. I broke away momentarily to place my wine glass on the floor beside me, then went back for another kiss, gently cupping his face with my now free hand. I think the brief pause allowed James’ mind to catch up with what was happening as he returned my kiss with more enthusiasm this time around. I leaned further into him in his seat as our kiss grew deeper, my lips and tongue exploring his, tasting the wine in each others mouths. Perhaps this was the alcohol finally started to kick in, but god he tasted good. One of my hands felt his chest through his shirt while the other steadied myself on the chairs. James had a hand firmly on my hips, his thumb stroking me through the tight fabric of my dress.

I needed more. I could feel my pussy starting to throb in anticipation. I wanted his hands and fingers and tongue all over me. I brought one leg over the arm rest dividing us and tried to bring the other over too, but at that point realised that my dress was a little more restrictive than I first thought and the chairs were also a little narrower too. James chuckled as I shimmied my dress further up my thighs to give myself more flexibility and I not so gracefully wriggled my other leg to fit in on the seat beside his.

“God Michelle, you’re so damn sexy” James said as he traced his hands over my hips and cupped my now partly exposed ass. His fingers spread over both cheeks and he stroked my skin in small circular motions.

I leaned back in to kiss him, then broke into smaller part-kisses part-licks up his jaw line and down his neck. I could smell the remnants of the cologne on his neck, which made me even hungrier for more. I could feel his fingers continue to explore my ass, pushing the fabric of my dress higher and tracing along the hem of my lace g-string. Each touch made my skin more sensitive, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I wanted his fingers all over my body. I sat up in a kneeling position, arching my back, which pushed my mound into the bulge in his pants. James let out a soft moan and massaged my ass firmly with his hands, further grinding me into his bulge. I used my hands to feel his cock through his pants and I could tell he was incredibly hard. God how I wanted to taste it.

I went to undo his belt and pants, but I was so eager that my fingers fumbled over the buckle. I giggled at my clumsiness (this all seemed a lot smoother and sexier in my head, but alas). Once I finally had his pants undone, I knelt down on the carpet in front of James. I helped his pants down past his knees while I stroked his cock through his briefs with my free hand. I loved that James’ eyes were on me the whole time, enthralled by the attention I was giving to him. He continued to watch as I licked up his inner thigh and planted light kisses across his cock through his briefs. Here I thought I was the eager one, but it was James who was dying to push his briefs down for more. I helped him pull them off like I was opening a birthday present. My god, what a cock… the moment I saw it I just wanted it inside me. He let out a little chuckle as I involuntarily let out a little moan of pleasure at the sight of it.

I wet my hand with a little spit then started stroking the length of his member with long, firm movements. James moaned and lay his head back as took his cock in my mouth. I was so horny by now that I got right into it, sucking him hungrily. I took him as deeply as I could and he was so big and hard now that his cock engulfed my mouth. I could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat with each movement and I loved it. James had a hand on the back of my head, gently encouraging me to go even deeper. His quiet moans as I sucked him turned me on even more, and while I wanted to continue to taste him, at that point I became very aware of my throbbing pussy that was receiving no attention. I needed to feel that amazing cock inside me.

I got up, turned my back to him and pulled my dress up a little further. I pushed my g-string to one side as I positioned myself on the tip of his cock. James gripped my hips from both sides as his cock drove deep into me. My pussy was already wet and dripping, so I slid on relatively easily, but I was not quite expecting the size of him. I stifled a cry, mindful that we were in a public building (but who was I kidding, if anyone was still around, they would’ve already seen and heard plenty), but only managing so far. I slid up and down his stiff cock, trying to capture the full length of him with my movements. I continued riding him, quickening with each dip so that I was basically bouncing in his lap. He matched my pace by thrusting into me with each movement. Unfortunately I must’ve worked him up a little too much with my mouth and I could tell he wouldn’t last much longer. I could hear his breath getting heavier, almost turning into growls, and he murmured the occasional “fuuuck” as he inched closer and closer to climax. I placed both my hands on the arm rests on either side of him for leverage, then further quickened my pace, my ass slapping his thighs loudly with each action.

“Fuuuck… keep going…” he said between breaths. His thrusts grew even harder and he took control, pounding into me. Each thrust felt unbelievable, yet were so forceful they had me wincing slightly. He groaned as he came inside me and writhed in his seat until the pulses stopped. I lifted myself off him and flopped into the seat next to him.

“Ahh dammit” I said, pointing at the now spilt glass of wine by my feet. James chuckled and after catching our breaths, he helped me up out of my seat to clean up the wine (and ourselves).

It was one of my most memorable sexual exploits to date and I often replay it in my mind in the times I have pleasured myself since then.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/43nbvs/alone_time_with_the_office_intern