Taking her on the office floor [mf] [cheating]

I will never be Ted Mosby. At no point will I ever be able to sit down and tell my kids the story of how I met their mother.

I was in a relationship when Jenny walked into my life. A sad, dying relationship that I was out of long before I realized it.

I had just transferred to a new office with my company, a small satellite office on the edge of town with maybe a dozen employees. In making the rounds, I was introduced to Jenny. Five foot nothing, impossibly curvy, and wearing a dress that left just enough to the imagination to force it into overdrive. I shook her hand, looked her in the eye, and thought “well, fuck. My relationship is over.”

I tried to be good. I did. But then she made the first move. At the end of a workday, she entered the office where I was sitting. She placed her hands on my knees, leaned in, and kissed me. On the way out the door, she turned and flashed me a smile.

I made it two weeks before I kissed her back. Same circumstances. End of a long workday, palpable sexual tension in the air, and me unable to forget that kiss. I pulled her close to me and placed my lips
to hers. She responded enthusiastically, moving her body in close to mine. I could feel her breasts against me, I could feel the urgent need with which she returned the kiss.

From there, it was a process of slow exploration. The joy of working in a relatively empty workplace is that you almost never have to worry about interruption. One of us would enter the other’s office, making business talk until the moment the door closed, and the next we were making out. I explored her body with my hands and with my mouth, always with the rationale of “this totally doesn’t count as cheating. Not serious cheating, anyway. We’re not having sex”. The human mind can rationalize ANYTHING.

I loved discovering things about her. The pierced belly button, the hidden tattoo, the responsiveness of her nipples under my fingertips. It was like I was a one man Lewis and Clark expedition, and the layout of her body was a wild and wonderful undiscovered continent.

I didn’t know I was going to fuck Jenny the day I walked into her office while she was on the phone. I closed the door and took the phone from her. I placed it on speaker phone. The voice of a coworker at an office out of town filled the room as I drew Jenny out of her chair.

I kissed my way along jenny’s back as I unzipped her dress. I kissed my way down her spine as I guided the dress down to pool at her feet.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that Jenny wasn’t wearing panties. Seeing this, I had to taste her. Kneeling before her, I reached up and unclasped her bra. Her teardrop shaped breasts spilled out. She set the bra aside, and I cupped her breasts in my hands. I kissed her stomach. Her hips. And then I urged her legs apart and sucked on her clit like I needed her juices to survive.

Her knees buckled but she remained on her feet. On the speakerphone, jenny’s coworker had moved into a tirade against one of their peers. The phone wasn’t muted. Jenny bit at her wrist and sighed quietly, straining to avoid making noise. Occasionally, she would compose herself enough to weigh in.

I’m not sure how I ended up naked too, whether I took my clothes off or she helped. But we ended up on the office floor, me laying on my back and her astride me. My erection lay against me, pointing up toward my belly button, and she worked herself along the length of my shaft. She ground her clit against me, and it felt like heaven.

By degrees I realized that our angles were changing, that she was lifting further at the end of her grinds against me, and that I was thrusting to meet her on the way back down. I knew what was almost certainly going to happen, but it still took the breath out of me when the angles lined up just right and I slid deep into her in a single smooth thrust.

I’ve never been with someone who gets so wet. I could feel the slow accumulation of her juices at the base of me. We sat this way for a moment, savoring weeks worth of workplace sexual tension being put to rest. Then we found a rhythm.

Jenny’s coworker continued her litany of complaint, but was now looking for more validation. In the back of my mind I was very aware that she was pausing on the line, seeking input. Jenny worked her hips against me, rolling my hardness around inside her. She shook with each thrust of her hips, her hands on my chest to brace herself as she worked me. Her breasts swung gently, and as her breath hitched, she clutched one of them, feeling the rigidity of her own nipple between her fingertips.

During a protracted silence, I frantically tapped on Jenny’s ribs and whispered “respond! Respond!” Jenny looked at me in confusion, realized what was happening, and made some kind of reply to the coworker. I loved it. Loved fucking her, loved taking her at work, loved that the woman on the other end of the line had no idea that Jenny was full of my throbbing cock.

We didn’t use a condom. I know. Spare me. But I could feel it building all too soon. I tried to think of anything to delay cumming. I can usually last longer than this, but the sexual tension and the sheer perfection of that body were overwhelming. I finally urged her off me, stopping before I could fill her with my cum. This wasn’t a conversation we’d had yet, and having to remain quiet robbed us of the chance to communicate about it.

Neither of us came that day. We would later. Again and again. I took her on every piece of furniture in that office. Conference tables. Desks. Swivel chairs. I ended my relationship and got with this insatiable little woman, and we’ve been savoring each other ever since.

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