Work Release [MF]

Life has gotten interesting again to me over the past year or so. I’ve enjoyed reading enough things from Gone Wild Stories that I want to share some of my experiences. Names have been changed to protect the guilty as hell. A lot of set up and not a whole lot of sex for the first couple thousand words.

Last April

“Want to grab lunch” Katie asked as we were finishing up a segment of the risk analysis of a variety of pricing configurations for Exchange health insurance policies. Pricing analysis was our baby and our hell. We had been working on this together since 2013 when I was in a different department and noticed that the product profile that we offered was a really dumb offering. I brought that issue up with my boss, and she brought it up with the individual market group.

Somehow I was transferred within two weeks of me opening my mouth. Katie had just started at the company. They had hired her because she was smart even as the bosses did not know how they wanted to use her. We were locked into a little side office for the next eight months until the 2014 policy year started.

Those eight months were intense. The two of us became experts on how every insurance company priced their products and how those choices related to risk profiles and more importantly profitability profiles. We had spent more than one night at the office together waking the next morning with a pizza box on our desk and her wearing one of my gym shirts as a nightgown. We became a work couple as I could finish her sentences and she could see where my next thought was going. I had hugged her tightly and happily when she got married, she had held me in the weeks after my wife and daughter were killed by that drunk driver. Yet or perhaps because of this closeness nothing has ever happened.

“That Mexican place that just opened on Sidemore? I heard good things” I needed a break, and lunch sounded good.

“Sure, I’ll make sure the windows are open if you get the beans” With that, she pushed back her chair and grabbed a gray wool jacket. I grabbed my coat and we headed out.

As we were walking, she slid up against me. I don’t know when this started, but she just fit into the crook of my arm her shoulder against my biceps and a half step in front me me. We laughed as we complained about our boss and went over the timeline for a preliminary analysis that he wanted but would not understand. The C-level had basically given us carte blanche and so far it had paid off. We could keep him informed while we did our own thing..

We got our burritos and guac.

“So did you let Nicole down easy”

“What do you mean?”

She bit her burrito and chuckled before replying.

“You’ve been doing her for months… don’t deny it… and she is due to go to California for her first official rotation next week… so did you let her down easy?”

I paused. I thought that I had been discreet with my fling with Nicky. She was a means to an end instead of an end in and of herself, a 23 year old who had been the department for six months last year as a college co-operative learning experience. She looked good in all of the right places and had a bit of a brain on her as I had found out over a couple cups of coffee. After she rotated out of the department, we ran into each other at the grocery store; I saw that she had frozen pizza and bagged Chinese food in her cart so I invited her over to my place for a good meal. We ended up hooking up a few times a week as she got off on the student-teacher aspect of fucking a man who was old enough to be her father if I had made enough bad decisions in my life. But I thought we had been discreet.

“Yeah, I gave her a kiss, I gave her my phone number and I gave her as much encouragement as I could to find a guy her own age and keep me as only a happy memory and a few good tricks to surprise her next lover. But how did you know?” I was curious. I did not make it a habit to fuck co-workers.

“It was obvious that you were getting laid. You had not been that relaxed in a year, and you smelled like an orgy that Tuesday after St. Patrick’s Day when we worked a split shift. “

“Well we had four hours to kill and she needed to be diverted from studying…but besides me being stinky and relaxed, how did you know it was Nickie? We only fucked once in the office”

“Actually she asked me at the last happy hour before she left if I would give her my blessing to go after you…” At that Katie chuckled. “I gave her my blessing as you needed it”

We ate quietly for a few minutes as I realized that I was a puppet in my own life. As we ate our wet burritos, Katie ran her tongue over her full lips to get the last smear of sour cream into her pretty little mouth. Our hands touched as we jostled each other for the last chips to dip into the chunky red salsa and she stopped, her hands on mine.

“I’m pregnant, seven weeks along”

I was so happy for my friend, I knew that she had been trying with her husband for the past year and she had a pair of chemical pregnancies. I thought I saw her head to the bathroom a few times too many over the past week and her face turned a funny color when she smelled the biryani I brought in for lunch on Tuesday.

Mid July
Katie is cute pregnant. Her breasts had gotten larger so they were probably a full C cup now instead of her runner’s B’s. Her hips had a little more swing in them and since she hit the halfway point, she glowed. Her wardrobe barely changed as she still looked stunningly attractive in a strategically tailored little black dress.

The office had gotten crowded. We had expanded into a new region in the state and the team that we had been attached to for the past three years was moving. We were moving from the half floor lease on the 17th floor to a full floor lease on the 9th. My boxes were packed and I was helping Katie move her files when our boss called us to his office.

John is a good boss. He knows that the two of us make him look real good. He has gone to bat for us everytime we needed him to become a bureaucratic ninja. Last year he was able to get a bonus built into our strategy where we collected half a percent each of the incremental profit that our strategy produced over that of the traditional strategy. He made himself a nice chunk of change while Katie and I each made enough to buy a full size minivan in cash if that was our inclination.

As we sat down, John pushed the detritus of six years in a corner office to the side. He clicked send on an e-mail and looked at us and chuckled. He did that a lot as we were his superstar team and he had no idea what we really did.

“Coordination of Benefits has a disaster downstairs. The COO wants them to fix their problems without the distraction of moving. You two were supposed to get their window offices and most of the rest of their work space was either going to be growth space or hotel space for the physician reps. I can work around everyone else but I’m stuck with you two. Your choice, you can split a single cube on 9, or stay here and steal a corner office for the next three months, either one is good for me. No one else will be on 17 until October when the work crews will clean this place up for IT”

I looked at Katie. She looked at me. I raised an eyebrow as I could care less where I worked. I had a few friends at work but none besides her in the department. She had a couple of girls she gabbed with. The half a millimeter eyebrow tensing was enough to indicate my indifference.

“We’ll stay here… I like the view and the white boards” Katie made our decision for us. We would share a corner office overlooking the port.

Next Monday I flashed my badge to the scanner and walked off the elevator. Our floor was deserted. No one asked me about my weekend, no one wanted advice on our provider networks, no one was trying to sell me hoagies for their kids’ football teams. I liked the silence. As I walked into my corner office, I took off my shoes and breathed in the silence. A tugboat pushed a dozen barges to my left and another skyscraper full of bankers was to my right and across the street. I made coffee and kicked off a model run before starting to go through my e-mails.

An hour later, Katie came into our shared office. She looked magnificent with her auburn hair freshly cut into a cute little pixie cut framing her round face and laughing green eyes. A gold chain hung around her neck and a single carat emerald pendant hung between her breasts. She had on a simple short V-neck purple blouse and a peasant skirt. Her belly barely bulged as she adjusted her seat and started to run through her model.

“Nice cut, looks good on you…”

“You have a good weekend with Nicky?”

“Yeah, she was just in town for a training on Friday so we hung out on Friday and Saturday before she flew back to the West coast Sunday morning”

“So that is what you call it these days, “hanging out”… I sure bet you were doing a lot of hanging out there, or was she just hanging on you”

“Well, we deeply connected and exchanged paradigms and integrated carnal knowledge transfers while engaging in team and trust building exercises”

I think the consultant speak got to her as she started to laugh. And then she started to cry and wiped away a tear.

“What’s wrong?”

“Well I need to get some team building exercises as Bob has had absolutely no fucking interest in fucking me. I had to jump him on Friday and he was willing to gently make love to me but I need to get fucked and he won’t do it because of the baby…. I could do a door knob right now”

“Well we have a very good door knob now”

“Or you have a perfectly good cock in your pants”

“How do you know it is both perfect and good”

“Nicky keeps coming back to it… and she could climb on any dick that she wants and many that she does not want, so revealed preference is my evaluation strategy.”

I was not sure where this was going. We had always been comfortable talking blue with each other. She knew that my wife and I had been fairly kinky in a few dimensions and I knew that her and her husband had a pre-pregnancy sex drive of juniors in high school. No surface, vertical or horizontal was safe to touch at their house. My brain did not know where this was going but my body did as I started to get hard. Don’t get me wrong, Katie is hot but the our relationship had never been sexual although it had become physical over the past year or so. I looked at her face, her eyes were open, her focus intent on me, trying to read me. I see her bite her lip and her cheeks flush a little as I get out of my chair. I pulled her close to me, not quite the embrace of a friend, not quite the strong, possessive encircling of my arms around a lover.

“Are you sure”
“Yes, I am sure”
“Are you sure that you want me to tell you to take off your underwear and hike up your skirt?
“Yes”

I kiss her. My lips first brushed past hers as I leaned down to accomodate her shortness. The first few seconds were tentative and then we became more engaged as my tongue parted her lips and swirled against hers. I glanced over and made sure the door was locked. One hand cupped her face while the other slid down her back until I spread my fingers along the small of her back, pulling her pregnant belly tight against me.

“Turn around, take off your panties, and bend over on the desk”

“Yes” she growled as she kicked off her shoes and wiggled out of her green boy shorts. She leaned over so that she was looking out the window and braced herself against our work table on her elbows. She reached back with one hand and pulled her skirt up over her back and smiled at me with desire, with need, with lust. I wanted her. I needed her.

I hurriedly unbuckled my belt, stepped out of my shoes and then took off my gray wool slacks.

At this point, I’m supposed to say that my cock was reaching to the sky with a full erection of twelve inches of length and a coke can in girth. That magic cock is then supposed to make her swoon and orgasm intensely on first brush against her needy outer lips.

Yeah right; I’m pretty much average maybe half a standard deviation longer than average with completely normal girth. I have the slightest curve to the left just because I did not get laid anywhere near often enough in high school so I developed exceptional forearm strength in my right hand then. About the only thing special is that when I am as turned on as I was then, I can orgasm several times on the same erection. It is my stupid human trick.

I stepped up to her, and whispered –”Ready”

“Fuck me, fuck me as I need to be fucked”

“I’ll fuck you you naughty girl, I’ll fuck you cause you’re not getting enough at home, I’ll fuck you until you can’t sit down”

With that, I guided myself into her. I was slow, feeling her wetness smooth the way as she bucked her hips. One fist wrapped tightly on the base of my shaft so I could not enter her too quickly and the other I placed in the small of her back and pushed down to control her hips.

I was half way into her and I could already feel her pussy do Kegels on me as she sub-vocally moaned. I let go of my cock and sank all the way into her until I was balls deep. I stayed there for a moment as my free hand wrapped around her hip and I got up on my toes for a better angle. That hand wrapped around her waist and underneath her full belly as my fingers ran through her trimmed pubes until my index and middle fingers were a V around her clit. As I pressed my fingers into her pubis, I started to fuck her.

I picked up my pace so I slid 90% of the way out of her and stood on my toes for a beat and then re-entered her again on 3:4 time. As her hips met mine, my fingers circled her clit, and my other hand braced myself on the desk as well. I could feel how turned on she was as I started to roll my hips slightly so my shaft would touch all of her from different angles and my fingers fluttered furiously making her moan and making her gasp. Every time she gasped I redoubled my effort.

I was entering a fugue state where my world was collapsing down to my fingers and my dick. I could hear her cry out in pleasure as she was building towards an orgasm

“Don’t stop, right there, keep doing that …yes, yes…yes….right there”

Her cunt gripped me and pulled me in tight as she started to shiver and her knuckles turned white as she rode her first orgasm. She almost through me out of her cunt as her muscles rippled involuntarily. I could not pump in and out, so I rolled my hips keeping myself at the same depth in her. She stopped moving ten, fifteen seconds later and laid on the table for a moment.

“Do you want more”

“In a moment, but keep on fucking me”

I slowly rotated my hips, my cock almost still on the in and out axis as my shaft rubbed against her tight and sopping wet pussy as she recovered from sensory overload. A few seconds became almost a minute and then she wiggled forward. My cock popped out of her.

“Sit down on your chair sexy”

I sat on my chair. She sauntered over and I thought Katie was going to give me a lap dance. I was wrong. She had taken off her skirt by now and turned away from me. She backed into me and impaled her wet, grooly cunt on me. Both her hands were on my thighs, pressing down and blocking my movement. She was in control as she welcomed me all the way into her, and then she would pause and roll her hips so my dick would do a full circle, at the very bottom, the top of my cock felt like it wanted to fall off. She had her eyes closed as she rode me as if I was a wall mounted dildo. Being used this way was different but I was so turned on.

I had not been fucked like this in years where I was a passive participant and I could not last long. She started to increase her speed and one hand came off my thigh and went to her clip as both of my hands stabilized her waist.

And then I felt my balls tighten and an orgasm start. I tried to squeeze my PC muscle to hold off but every time she bounced on top of my glans, I needed immediate release.

“I’m almost there, where do you want me to cum”

“Cum in me, fill me up, filll me up”

I started to cum, several thick ropes and then I was in sensation overload after my first orgasm. My erection was as hard as it ever had been, but every movement she made on me sent shocks of intensity thought me. I can’t say if the intensity is pain or pleasure or promise or some combination of the three. I love this feeling A minute later, Katie came again loudly and wetly on my still hard dick.

She stopped and I pulled her tight to me. What had changed besides an incredible fuck.

As she got off of my still hard cock, she turned and curled up into my lap.

“That good?”

“Very, that what you needed?”

“Yes”

“So what’s next?”

“I’m heading downstairs for a shower, and you’re finishing prep for our 11:30”

Three or four minutes later, she had sent a text message, grabbed her gym bag and plugged her phone into the charger before heading downstairs to the gym for a shower.

I had gotten dressed at this point and my erection was still strong. I was curious what she had texted so I glanced over at her unlocked screen and saw that she sent a message to Bob…

“Even better than I thought; will tell you tonight, Love, Katie”

This just got interesting instead of confusing…

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