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When the flirting with my coworker crossed the line from "innocent" to "unbearable" [MF] from gonewildstories
It’s been a month since he and I arranged to meet at my house and fulfill the pent up frustration of weeks of workplace flirting. We successfully navigated the return to the workplace with our new knowledge of one another and picked up just where we left off with intermittent flirting. The only difference now is I would catch sidelong glances or quick winks when one of us said something that rang true of our secret encounter.
Over the last week, my desire for him became increasingly difficult to tolerate. He spent some time one day during a break explaining foreign policy issues to me–something about which I am completely ignorant–and I can’t tell you how much it turned me on to hear him speaking with such knowledge and authority. Totally appealed to my long-held love for intelligence and authority. After his impromptu lecture I told him as much, in a low voice so as to not be overheard–”Maybe you should come over one day and teach me more,” I said. He grinned. The subject was broached.
A few days later, we began talking about lunch breaks and how we should “go to lunch” together. I lamely told him I’d have to check my calendar and walked out of his office. Sometimes I don’t operate well under pressure, you know? I get easily flustered and honestly I had been thinking so much about having him over and fucking him again that I was nearly giddy at the prospect of making concrete plans again. The next day I resolved to remedy my earlier awkwardness. I walked into his office and asked if he had lunch plans. He said no, that he was hoping to go out for lunch. I said oh really, anywhere good? He said “this little place I know, just off the boulevard” — an apt description of where I live, of course. I wish I could convey over text the way he looked at me when he said this. So confident, so self-assured, not the slightest hint of nervousness. I instantly flushed bright red. I mumbled something affirmative and nodded my head. “I have a meeting at 11,” he said, “so around noon?” More mumbling from me. “I’ll let you know,” he said. I retreated back to my desk, likely still flushed, with a stupid little smile on my face.
11am, he walks by the door to my office to go upstairs to his meeting. 11:03, he’s back downstairs and outside my door, jerking his head in a manner so as to suggest that I should come into his office. (I share mine with someone.) I follow him. “Meeting was cancelled,” he says. “I’ll meet you at your place. Be naked when I get there.”
I arrived home, threw my dirty laundry into a basket, smoothed the blanket over the bed, and had just enough time to take off my shirt and pants before I heard him walk in the front door. I met him in the living room and he walked right up to me again, wordlessly, full of desire, and we kissed. I ran my fingers down the back of his head and pulled him closer, not nearly as nervous at the intimacy as the first time around. “You’re wearing too much,” I told him, and started unzipping his jacket as he nudged me slowly backwards down the hall toward the bedroom. I helped him undress and we came back together. He unhooked my bra and let it fall to the ground. (“I like making a man do that,” I said. “It’s humbling.”) He bent down to kiss and nibble my nipples, making me gasp and shudder and grab on to the back of his neck. His hand found the wetness between my legs and we spent a few moments standing, locked together, my knees shaking with the immediate sensory overload. He raised his head again to kiss me and I took the opportunity to move down his body, kneel in front of him, and take his cock into my mouth. I savored the clear drop of precum hanging there and slowly moved my mouth around and down the length of him. My tongue focused on the underside of his cock, particularly on the upstroke as my lips tightened around the head, and it wasn’t long before his breathing started coming faster and his hand on my shoulder dug in deeper.
I stood up and kissed him. “You wouldn’t let me do that last time,” he said. “Do what?” I said, stupidly. “Go down on you.” Ah yes, that hang-up I have. I told him I don’t know why, I just feel it’s more intimate than going down on a guy, and he wordlessly and without hesitation pushed me backwards onto the bed and knelt between my legs. I have never had someone so deliberate about their actions when going down on me. He knew what he was doing. This was no blind, fumbling attempt to instill pleasure. He gently spread me open and used his tongue on my clit while he slid a finger up and down along my entrance, teasing me with the prospect of penetration. Until it wasn’t teasing anymore, and his fingers were inside of me, not ruthlessly in-and-out-pretend-my-fingers-are-a-cock like most of the men I’ve been with – but deliberate, rocking, rubbing, making me writhe and buck against him, holding the back of his head so his face buried deeper in my pussy.
After 5 minutes or so (who knows? I wasn’t exactly looking at a clock), he climbed on the bed with me, lifting my legs onto his shoulders. “How was that?” he asked. “Felt great,” I mumbled. “Oh really. Well how does this feel?” As he thrust his hips forward and slid his cock inside me. I gasped, eyes widened – he has a really phenomenal cock, big without being an inconvenience, the perfect ratio of length to girth – as he began to fuck me. Finally, after a month of daydreaming about having him fill me up again, after a month of flirting and sidelong glances, he was inside me again, he was fucking me, and it felt incredible. My breath came in short gasps with every thrust. He started slow, letting us both savor the feeling after a month of abstinence, but started moving faster as I pushed my hips down on to him to take him as deep as I could. Not too long after, I could tell he was close to orgasm as his strokes got short and uneven, and suddenly he thrust one last time, deep inside me, and came hard.
We laid there for a moment, hearts pounding. “Shit, we still have to go back to work after this,” he said. We laughed, untangled from one another, and cleaned ourselves up. A few moments of conversation and then we left, soon back at work as if nothing had happened.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6162uu/flirty_coworker_and_i_had_a_lunch_date_a_new