I finally fucked my voluptuous colleague (Part 1)

We had been working together for more than a year, but tonight was different. I could feel the sexual undercurrent running tight between us.

We were at an office party, celebrating the success of our latest merger. She was having her first drink when we made eye contact. She was wearing a soft satin top and tight black slacks that fully complimented her voluptuous body. She smiled and so did I. I walked over to say hi and she hugged me. She was in a rare mood tonight.

The softness of her body pressed against me and i could only fantasize about the meaty treasure she’d been hiding beneath those clothes. She had mentioned a boyfriend, a committed relationship. Lucky bastard. A pleasant smell filled my nostrils. Was it her perfume or her skin, I’d find out that night. We spoke about work, books and life in general and the conversations went deeper and deeper with each drink.

Before we knew it, we had downed six drinks each. Occasionally, we shuffled around the room, talking to others, eventually coming back to each other. The conversations had reached a deeper layer by then. We were now talking about people and the complications that surround them, emotionally and instinctively. The conversation triggered something in her. I could see it in her body language. Soon, she started telling me that despite the success she had attained, she wasn’t happy with her life. She felt lonely within and she admitted to not having any real friends. Most people just spoke to her in a professional capacity. I asked about her boyfriend. She shrugged it off. Good.

I was flattered when she told me that I was the only one around whom she could relax and let her guard down, and that I was the closest thing to a friend she had in the office. Judging by her drunk body language and the moisture in her eyes, I had no doubt that this was an honest confession.

“Hey, you okay? Wanna step out for a bit?” l asked her, and she nodded instantly, the moisture in her eyes welling up. We stepped out separately to avoid being the brunt of any office gossip. We met outside in the darkness, at the emergency stairs, away from prying eyes. A single white bulb was straining to emanate light against the pressing darkness. It was chilly. I lit up a cigarette.

“I’m sorry I got a little emotional back there.” she said, her cheeks flushing.

“Hey, you don’t have to apologise for anything. And you can talk to me about anything. You know that, right?” I said.

She nodded, smiling, and hugged me again, very hard this time. I felt the wholesome roundness of her breasts flatten on my chest. My arms were around her. I felt the strap of her bra under one hand and her curvy waist beneath the other. I pulled her closer, and hugged her tighter, brushing my lips on the nape of her neck. She exhaled slowly, sensually, on my neck.

I had a pulsing hard on and it was pressed against the warmth of her crotch. She licked my neck and bit my earlobe. “Let’s go back to my place.” she whispered and before we knew it, we were on our way.

We entered her apartment. Later, I would enter her. As soon as the door closed behind us, I slammed her against the door, kissing her passionately. She was a heavy girl, but by no means fat. She had just the right amount of fat and the right curves at the right places. She was a work of art, one I would consume in its entirety tonight.

I clasped her hands and raised it above her head, wet-kissing her while I did so. We caressed each others lips and tongues with our own and tasted the alcohol in each other’s saliva. After what seemed like an eternity of kissing, we finally looked at each other.

“I’m gonna fuck the life out of you.” I said with my eyes.
“I’m yours tonight. Do what you want with me.” she said with hers.

We kissed again and my hands slid down to her fleshy and well-rounded buttocks. The pantyline was distinct. I ran my fingers along it, lightly at first. I then pressed my fingers on her soft flesh, harder each time, as I continued tracing her pantyline. I slid my palms on her butt anf pressed down on them. The soft meat gave way under my palms. I then grabbed her buttocks tightly. She gasped, kissing me harder, her warm crotch pressing against me. She was aroused beyond limit by now. Her hands slid down my crotch and she ran her hands along the full length of my cock. I could swear she smiled a little, her lips still on mine, kissing.

She pulled back, her lips sliding off mine. She held my hand and led me into the bedroom. I closed the door behind me and took off her top in one swift motion. Her boobs were nothing less than magnificent. The heavy juiciness of her boobs strained against her bra. They heaved up and down, the softness spilling out of the bra, as she drew breaths. Her soft belly was quivering in anticipation. I took of my shirt. She eyed me hungrily. I slid my left arm around her waist, sweat already forming on her skin, and pulled her close, wet lips meeting again. Her creamy skin slid over mine. It was fire and ice. She was burning with lust under a cold sheet of sweat. The kiss was primal and I could feel her hard nipples boring into my chest, even through the bra.

I would taste her tonight, all of her, without mercy.

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