[MF] I finally got the guy I work with.

So, I don’t ever post stuff but I wanted to share. It’s something that happened to me TODAY and I already masturbated to it once… the second I got home.

I got an internship at a pretty cool company in the downtown of my city. It actually involved a lot of stuff that decidedly WASN’T interny. I only had to fetch coffee and and that stuff about 10 times… so that’s pretty good for an intern.

This company is pretty prestigious, and the dress code is pretty strict. The guys are in suits for the most part, which is something I find REALLY attractive. Like, stupidly so. The very first day I started on this internship, there was a younger guy closer to my age that pretty much was the first person I saw. We rode the elevator up together and made small talk. It sounds cliche and all that stupid stuff, because I didn’t even really work that closely with him or his department, but I was immediately attracted to him.

He didn’t do anything crazy sexy when we first met. I just remember him having a really good smile, laughing a lot, and he complimented my outfit. Which I still remember to this exact day, obviously. (maroon pants, brown boots with a one inch heel, a flowy white shirt coupled with a blue blazer and a ridiculously stupid and large necklace from some cheap China knock off company. His name is/was Joe, he shook my hand and welcomed my to the company and was gone. I remember that after this stupid little interaction I was really worked up and wet. I felt stupid, and really horny from this one encounter.

Anyways. First, second, third, and fourth day went really well. I seen Joe all around the office and he’d always smile at me or say some stupid joke that probably wasn’t as funny as I thought. After a couple weeks of my six week long internship he got comfortable enough that he’d be touchy when he was talking. One time, he came up to the copier (so cliche I know) and greeted me with his hand on my lower back. He said “Ann your whole outfit is perfect today,” grabbed his copies and walked off.

I used my vibrator to get myself off for hours that night. I wasn’t responding to text messages, I skipped dinner, and I accomplished nothing. I just lay in bed and got myself off. I took a bunch of pictures and videos and that made me even hornier, because I was fantasizing about sending them to Joe and thinking about him getting them and jerking off… it was a vicious cycle.

I of course never sent the photos because that would be stalker level crazy girl… so we carry on.

The rest of the summer pretty much went like this. He’d say something, or make a joke, or tease me a bit about something, and I’d tease him back, or tell him he looked smashing that day. Ridiculous stuff. Everyone must have known. An entire 6 weeks of sexual tension that, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get out of my system on my own.

Okay. We’re at today now. My LAST DAY with the company. Obviously Joe has my number at his point, because I’m so desperate for him that I gave it out hoping for a late night booty call. Anyways, I get a text from him — not really that weird, since we would usually text a bit during the slow days — and all it says is “You look so fucking hot today, Andrea.”

This was beyond any of the sort of compliments he had given me. I pretty much soaked my panties right then and there. Also — I’m not ‘fixing the punctuation in post’ or whatever. He actually texts full sentences. It drives me wild. I’m such a weirdo. So there I am, going on a 5 month dry spell and this super hot guy in a suit just texted me how good I look. I swear I squirmed in the chair a bit and even that felt good. So, being a horny girl who’s masturbating every night to this guy, with sweaty palms, I text back. “You should see the outfit I have on under the blouse and skirt… ;)” Yup. With the dumb winky face. And obviously I have something sexy on underneath. I’ve been alternating every piece of sexy underwear I have every single day. I have on my best bra and panties. ‘Fuck me from behind and pull my hair’ undies.

So, no response, and I get up to grab a coffee. He’s in the break room. My heart is pounding. It’s just the two of us. He smiles that goddamn perfect smile at me.

“So, what color is it?” he asks.
“What color is what?”
“Your underwear.” I swear my cheeks must have blushed to the point of lighting on fire. I obviously couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Bright red.”
“Show me.”
“Here?” I mean, even a horny Ann has limits.
“Meet me in the supply room in five.” And then he walked out. And smacked my ass. I was so fucking wet. I knew I was going to get fucked in that supply room.

The supply room is actually down a floor, in a weird sort of ‘old office’ area. I mean, it’s not empty, but there’s certainly fewer people down here. The gremlins. That’s what we called them. I snuck down to the floor below and made a beeline for the supply room. It was empty.

It felt like hours. I was so wet, and horny, I was pretty much ready to just start getting myself off. Then the door opens. Joe steps in.

“Take off your blouse.” Just like that. No preamble. I was so ready to go. I unbuttoned slowly… made him wait for it. I was just finishing the last button when he was pressed up against me, pressing me against the wall. His hands slipped into my open blouse, wrapped around my waist. Pulled my close.

I could smell his cologne. It smelled really really good. I let out a moan, and didn’t even realize why. Until I felt his hands moving up my back. Unhooking my bra. I grabbed at his belt, but he moved my hand away. I wanted it so bad. He bit my neck, and moved across my collarbone. It felt so good.

I tried his belt again, and this time he let me. I could feel how hard he was through his dress pants. He hand his hands on my breasts, rubbing a thumb back and forth over my nipple. I was moaning uncontrollably at that point. I finally got his pants down. He hiked up my skirt. Slid my panties off. They were predictably soaked. I could see him looking at them.

“You’re a little nympho aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded. Felt his hand move between my legs… up my thighs. It was so fucking slow. He pushed me up on the table that had the laminator and all that shit. He kept teasing me, and I loved and hated every second. I remember him whispering, “I’m going to fuck your brains out.” The classics are a classic for a reason. Because that was doing it for me. His hand finally pressed against my wet lips, slid across them, right up to my clit. I probably could have came right then and there, but that was it. He stopped. Pulled me off the table. Turned me around.

I bent over. He grabbed my hips and pulled me close to him. I could feel his cock, solid against my thigh. I don’t even remember thinking, I just grabbed it and guided it in. It felt so good I let out a gasp and remember just saying “fuuuuuucccckkk.”

He started thrusting. Faster and faster. He reached around and grabbed my breasts again, pinching the nipples hard. It felt like a shock through my body. So good. I was moaning in pleasure. Not sure how loud. He must have noticed though. Because he reached up and tried to cover my mouth. I started sucking on his finger instead. I could feel him going even faster. He liked that. I kept going, but I couldn’t keep it in. I just wanted to scream. He grabbed something and shoved it in my mouth. It was my panties. Swear to god. I’ve never experienced something so hot in my life. As fucked up as that sounds.

Panties sufficiently deafening my moans, he grabbed my hair and pulled. I arched my back. Started backing my ass into him at the same time as he thrust into me. And just like that, I came. It was a great fucking orgasm. A shaking leg, he had to hold me up sort of orgasm. Me moaning through the panties about how fucking amazing it was sort of orgasm.

“I’m close,” he told me. That was my cue. I spun around and got down on my knees and took his cock into my mouth. Tasted myself on him. That just made me excited again. As I sucked, I made sure to trace little circles against his tip with my tongue. It didn’t take long. I massaged his balls with my fingertips as he came in my mouth and then swallowed.

It was a bit awkward cleaning up, but I was honestly so satisfied that I must have seemed high. He asked me a couple times if I was alright. I just said something stupid like “best last day EVER.”

I went upstairs, finished a few projects, and said goodbye to everyone. Obviously Joe had the biggest shit eating grin on his face when we said goodbye. Everyone in the office probably knew. They probably could feel the sexual tension the entire 6 weeks. Oh well.

So I got home, masturbated, and wrote this up. Mostly for myself and my diary, but thought it might be good enough to post for you guys. Sorry about spelling and grammar errors. I’m a bad girl.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/761fct/mf_i_finally_got_the_guy_i_work_with