Thanks for the feedback about part one. (Lunchtime) After reading some of the fine works on here, I wasn’t sure if it would hit the spot.
Fortunately i’d already written the rest, and as you guys seem up for it, here’s the next chapter!
Things continued steadily over the following weeks and months. We rarely saw each other outside of work, but at work we made the most if it. Sometimes it was just friendly chit chat over coffee, but conversely sometimes we would find our way to a secluded corner and grope each other senseless.
We adopted a mutially beneficial ‘friends with benefits’ relationship, finding ourselves in bed together at least once per week.
Lucy’s rule of my cock not going inside her held fast – I couldn’t fuck her and she wouldn’t give me a blow job, but i didnt mind. I would have been content to be her slave and lick her to orgasm as often as possible, but fortunately she was happy to give as much as she could, as well as recieve.
After a few lunchtime sessions in bed, she took the step further and grabbed my dick. She took me in hand and tossed me off. Without battig an eyelid, she continued stroking my cock until I came across her bare tits.
I felt guilty thinking that the titwanks were better than the hand jobs but both were plentiful and I was happy either way.
I also had began to push the boundries.
While licking and fingering her, I discovered she wasn’t adverse to a digit in her bum, and nothing got me harder than two fingers in her pussy, a finger in her ass and my tongue on her clit as I brought her to orgasm.
But some of the best sessions were at work.
Lucy asked me to come to her desk to help her with a problem. We went through a few things on the screen, and Lucy scribbled down some notes. She asked me to pass her calculator from the desk draw and inside I found her thong, laid out delecately across some files.
I concluded that she needed to refer back to some quotes from a few years back and I valiantly offered to help her find the correct file, as it would have been situated in the archive.
Several minutes later, she was sat in the darkened room with her dress open and her pussy exposed, and I was on my knees ready to pounce on her with my tongue.
Her snatch was as familiar to me as my own cock and it didn’t take long to cross the line. My arms were around her, pulling her against my mouth and face, lifting her from the chair as the rode me.
Once she had climaxed, while biting my finger in order to be as quiet as possible and not attract attention, I stood and took my dick out of my trousers.
I ripped at her dress and forcibly pulled her bra down so I could get to her massive tits. I licked her nipples, then between them and dribbled some saliva into her cleavage, and being particuarly filthy, she added her own spit to make a nice wet fake pussy for me. I grabbed her tits and pushed them together. Then I offered my cock to the slimy gap and pushed it between them. I built up pace and I fucked her tits. The lubrication from out combined saliva meant I could thrust as fast as I liked.
She egged me on, telling me to cum on her tits and I could never decline her requests. I soon I blew my load. I errupted over chest as she stared into my eyes and she didn’t even flinch. Some of it landed under her chin which I found amusing.
Fortunately we had stashed a roll of tissues and a packet of wet wipes in the archive for just such an occasion and Lucy wiped herself clean.
“Naughty” she grinned as she wiped my Jizz from body.
We pulled ourselves together then spent five minutes kissing before I grabbed a random file and we left.
On one occasion she was in the small kitchenette making a coffee and I came in behind her.
I nervously took my dick out and lifted her dress, pushing myself between her legs, my head pushing against her knickers. I rubbed my cock back and forth as she rested on her hands on the counter as the kettle boiled, the friction of my hardon having the desired affect on her covered box. It was hot and i just wanted to fuck her there and then. She pushed her ass against me, but knowing that were exposed and we didn’t have time for a full session, I pulled my cock away and pushed it back into my boxers.
However, I did drop to my knees and lifted her dress again, and I pulled her thong to one side so I could lick her. She wimpered slightly at the sensation and pushed her ass against my tongue. I heard a door open down the corridor and I promptly stood and slapped her on the ass as I left.
A couple of days later we repeated at the same place. I dry humped the outside of her pussy while the kettle boiled. She took hold of me from the front and pushed my dick into her covered pussy, the head of it rubbing against her clit.
She actually stroked my cock between her legs and pussy lips. The danger and the thrill was enough and I coated the inside of the front of her dress with a healthy coating of semen. To return the favour for that experience, we stopped late after work and i ate her into submission, leaving my cock in my trousers so I could focus purely on her. The security guard hadn’t come on shift yet and everyone else had gone so i lasily tongued her clit to orgasm while she sat at her desk.
We continued our relationship and friendship but hadn’t gone any further because of Lucy’s barriers. We had almost plateaued as there wasn’t much more we could do that we hadn’t already done (the banana in her pussy stands out as an example of pushing the envelope, fucking her with it while I had a finger in her ass and she wanked me off).
It wasn’t a bad thing, we still found pleasure in each others bodies, sometimes kinky, sometimes sensual, and we were still good friends.
I wanted more from her, both emotionally and physically, and she knew that, but I didnt push it.
I didn’t want to pressure her and selfishly, I didn’t want to put her off and loose what we had. We were open, and we talked, and I told her that I’d be there if she decided she wanted ‘a change’.
That knocked her off-kilter a bit and the texts dried up for a while.
I was gutted but I understood. Effectively, I’d been tossed off by, and fingering the bumhole of, some other dude’s girlfriend. I harboured a bit of guilt, but reasoned that if Lucy was truly happy, or at least satiafied, it wouldn’t have started in the first place.
We had coffee one lunchtime and there was no innendo, or subtext or under-the-table rubbing of legs together. Just two mates having a break.
Over a black coffee from the vending machine, and a chunky kit kat, I told her her that I loved her.
She smiled an awkard smile and fidgeted slightly. She asked why. I told her, described the things she did thst made me feel that way (non sexual) and that I didn’t want to disrespect her by not telling her how I felt. I didn’t want to complicate things, i just wanted her to know.
After lunch, she didn’t speak to me.
I was upset, but understood. It wasn’t because the ‘playing’ as we called it, had dried up, it was because I had ruined it by making things weird.
It seemed as if she was actively ignoring me. She went out on her own at lunchtimes and i was left behind.
A couple of weeks passed.
I was organizing a big project and the only room big enough was the boardroom. The large horsehoe shapped table was covered in clipboards and paper and couple ofnPCs with wires trapsing everywhere. It was late in the afternoon, and not far away from normal hometime but I had a few more hours work before I could knock off, making sure all the work was ready for the morning. The door was open to try and dispel the sensation of being stuck on my own in the boardroom, stressed , trying to get everything in order.
I looked up to see Lucy in the doorway.
I hadn’t even seen her for several days and she looked damned good.
Despite it being November, she had a green and white patterned wrap dress on falling half way between box and knee, and turquoise heels that made her appear a foot taller. The cleavage was low and the cut tight.
Instantly I was reminded of days gone by and my pulse raced and my cock twitched.
“How are you getting on?” She asked.
“Not far away, just a bit stressed”
“Poor bumhole” she replied, using a nickname she coined when she found out i had perchant for putting my tongue and fingers in hers.
She crossed the boardroom, seemingly destracted, thumbing through some of the papers attached to a clipboard.
“How are you?” I asked, continuing my work but watching her out of the corner of my eye, purely just to get a look at what i’d been missing out on, that sexy body.
“I miss your cock” she deadpanned.
“Boing” I replied – both verbally and with my dick.
She crossed closer and put her hand to my boner. As my job had been a bit more hands-on lately, I was wearing jeans and they were binding me down. She stroked it through the denim, trying to grab around it through the thick material.
“Get it out”
“I’m not just a piece of meat you know” I joked.
“There’s only one piece of meat I’m interested in” she replied, grasping me through the denim.
“Here?” I asked, which was totally pointless because my fly was already down. I undid the button and I pulled out my nob, and I wouldn’t have cared If the entire accounts department walked into the room.
She took it in hand and began stroking.
The excitement of Lucy being there touching my cock, coupled with the not-distant-enough voices down the corridor and the fact that it had been several weeks since our last little play session made me start to bubble up quite quickly.
“Is that nice?” She asked, slowing the pace slightly. The smiled.
“Very” i replied.
“Suuuure?” She asked again.
I just nodded.
“Good. Because if you liked that, you’ll love this” and with that, she bent 90 degrees at the waist and ran her tongue from the base to the top of my prick.
“Fuck” was all I could say as she licked up and down again, around my head and all over before taking my bellend between her lips then sucking my length into her mouth.
I could tell that she was no expert in giving (and in fairness I was no expert in receiving) but the sensation of her tongue and lips on my cock was incredible.
She stopped and stood back upright, looking toward the door before kneeling in front of me, face before my dick.
She sucked it in, then pushed it out with her lips and ran her tongue all around it as she stroked the base. Then once again she enhaled my entire prick and I spasmed. She stroked my cock with her mouth and i was in ecstacy. Noting else existed in the entire world apart from her, and her hot mouth on my dick.
Only a few moments later I felt it begin. I gently grabbed her head and carefully bucked my cock into her mouth, doing the worlds most polite facefuck and it felt incredible. I stopped and let her continue on her own accord, knowing full well the end was close.
I tapped her shoulder to indicate that I was very shortly about to blow a boat load but she didn’t relent.
She picked up the pace, jacking with her hand and bobbing her head up and down as saliva dripped from my tool.
I couldn’t hold back and I grabbed her head as I erupted, shooting my load onto her eager mouth, letting out a very loud and definately audible moan as I did so. She grunted as she struggled to cope with the incoming fluid, but she kept her lips around my softening cock, continuing to bob slightly and lick the underside of me with her tongue.
I wanted to pull away and zip up incase someone heard the moan and came investigsting, but I couldnt bring myself to pull out of her hot mouth.
She just stared up at me, as I looked down at her with my deflating dick in her mouth. She looked like a cat that had caught a budgie and wouldnt let it go. Eventually she pulled away and showed me her empty mouth to prove she had swallowed my spunk, wanting my approval.
“You are incredible” I panted.
Lucy wiped her mouth and stood up, gently grasping my dick.
I reached for her pussy, wanting to return the favour, but she pushed my hand away.
“Would you like to go for lunch tomorrow?” She asked.
“I would love too” I responded, probably too eagerly to appear cool.
“Good. Bring condoms”