A meeting with a work colleague gets a bit heated [MF]

A few years back, when I was 22, I’d become very close friends with a work colleague of mine. He was in his early thirties I later discovered, but he looked no more than mid twenties. He had chestnut brown hair that he kept to a medium length, cut well and parted to the left. He had a well formed face, with strong cheek bones below the most startlingly bright green eyes. His lips were just plump enough to look kissable without being fleshy. I’ll call him Erik, though that’s not quite his real name. He reads reddit, and this story would probably be recognisable by him anyway.

He’d broken up with a very long term girlfriend just before we met, which is I think why our friendship developed. I’ve always liked older men, and he was lonely. His girlfriend had taken most of his circle of friends. So we started hanging out, often at work. A good few times we were sitting in his office talking heatedly when his boss walked in, and there were occasional rumours that we were getting too close, even though neither of us worked under the other, if you’ll excuse the pun.

I was attracted to him, of course, but he never indicated he wanted me, except maybe one night. We were drinking at a bar, going way too heavily on some pretty high ABV booze. We were perched on high bar stools. He was 6’1 and so had no problems. But I am about a foot shorter, and with what we’d drunk my position occasionally got a bit precarious. A few times I steadied myself with his firm body, grabbing a shoulder or an arm, and the last time, resting a palm on his mid-thigh. I felt a twitch beneath my hand and realised I’d actually rested it on his cock. I stared at him for a long moment and then said, with just a hint of a question, “Sorry.” His gorgeous eyes looked into mine for a long moment, and then he looked away to the bartender and asked him to bring us another round.

He left early for Christmas that year, going to visit friends in the US, and I left and came back late, following Christmas with a close friend’s wedding. We had been perhaps a month without seeing each other as a result, and though we’d talked a bit, time zones and roaming charges had made things tricky. So when I came up to his office to surprise him, I was surprised at how strong my pleasure in seeing him was, and I hugged him for easily five minutes.

After the first while he began to kind of awkwardly try to disengage, first angling his body away from mine and then trying to pry my arms from off his body. I said, “Okay okay,” and pulled him in tight for one last moment. “Oh,” I said.

I could feel his erection pressing thick and hot against my belly. It was hard as steel. “I’m so sorry,” he said.

“For what?” I asked him. I moved back a little from him, so I could see his face, which was blushing, and better appraise his hard on, which was impressive. “When you were pushing me away, I thought it was because I repulsed you.”

“No, it was…” he gestured down.

“I see,” I said, raising an eyebrow. I think, cutely, he was worried he’d offended me, so he didn’t get my tone.

“It was just, I mean you’re really beautiful and I haven’t, y’know… since Christy…” (Also not her name, I should stress.) “And I mean, you’re so…”

I walked over to his office door. “I’m sorry,” he said to my back. “Maybe we can talk about this tomorrow?” I closed his office door and turned around to face him. It took three quick steps to have my body next to his, and then I pushed his shoulders and he sat down on the edge of his desk. I kissed him.

His lips were a moment in responding, so for the long instant it took for him to kiss me back, I knew something of the fear he’d just felt. But then we were both into it, and our long kisses were punctuated with the dance of our tongues into and out of each other’s mouths.

Meanwhile, my hands were unzipping his trousers and figuring out how to free his cock from his underwear. Finally I got it free and stroked slowly along his length. The skin of his cock was so smooth and soft, and underneath it I could feel how ridiculously hard he was. My hands are small, but even still there was a lot of his cock uncovered as I worked both my hands up and down his shaft. He moaned and clenched his hands on my ass.

I knelt in front of him and took the head of his cock in my mouth. He was especially thick there, and it flatted my tongue and buffeted the roof of my mouth. I eased more and more of him in, my eyes watering a little from the effort. I played with his balls. He gasped and arched his back, accidentally driving an extra inch or so of his cock down my throat. I slid my mouth of him for respite, tongued the head and moaned. His hands were clenched white on the desk edges. “Would you…?”

“What?” I asked him. “You can have anything you want.” I meant it.

“I’ve wanted to see your breasts for months,” he said huskily.

I was wearing a cardigan, which I pulled over my head. My red-gold hair clumped in it but then spilled out in waves, and I thanked fuck I had used good hair care products that day. My bra was a a lacy black thing stitched with a pattern that looked like an evergreen leaf. It was largely transparent, and my big, coppery nipples poked hard against its fabric. “Oh yes,” he said. I have unusually large breasts, particularly for my size, but they’re very firm and meaty. When I unclasped and then removed the bra, my boobs stood high, aching for his touch.

I wrapped them around his cock and jerked him a few times. The head bobbed out of my cleavage, still wet with my spit. His fingers circled my areolas, trailing into the nipples, which he expertly pinched. I was moaning with every touch. “I’ve got to fuck you,” I told him. His eyes flared.

He pulled me to my feet and kissed me while he undressed me. Well, sort of undressed me. I was wearing jeans, which he pulled down until they tangled my ankles, and a pair of panties that he simply tore off me. My pussy was waxed, bald except for a thin strip of hair above my cunt. He stroked at me gently, but when he realised how wet I was he plunged his finger deep inside. He found my g-spot instantly. He worked my clit and my g-spot until I shivered with an orgasm.

I wrapped my hand around his cock. It was too thick for my hand to close. “Fuck me,” I begged. He spun me around and thrust me forward so I was bent over his desk. My large breasts brushed the surface. I stepped my legs wide, and I felt him move behind me, could feel his flat stomach flatten my butt. His cock slid over the lips of my labia, grinding against it. He kept teasing me, until I was forcibly trying to meet his thrusts so he’d enter me, instead of tantalising me with the prospect.

Finally he slid the head in, stretching me deliciously. He eased in more and more of his cock until every inch was buried inside me. I felt so horny and so full that I just kept mumbling exhortations for him to fuck me.

He thrust slow and deep for what felt like hours, each thrust sending a shiver of deep pleasure through the walls of my cunt to suffuse my whole body. I came at least twice before he started playing with my breasts and nipples. My moans intensified, as did the speed with which he fucked me. I came again, hard this time. So hard I knew my body was spent. I just lay there for the last couple of minutes, until he finally came. It was only when I felt his huge load of semen seeping out of me that I think either of us realised we hadn’t used a condom, though of course we both knew I was on the pill.

(To be honest, he was more likely to catch something than me, with how the past year had been for each of us.)

We sprawled next to each other on the hard floor of his office for a while, recovering. Finally I used some tissues from his desk to wipe off most of the cum and pulled up my jeans. I would go to the bathroom and clean up properly a bit later.

“Hey,” he said, smirking a little. “Are you free for the rest of the night?”

I think trying to fuck him again that night would have torn me in half. I had come so hard and so often my pussy needed a rest. But also… “Actually, no,” I said. “I have a date.”

“A date?” he looked genuinely baffled.

“Yes,” I joked. “It’s hard to believe any man would be interested in little old me…”

I did go on the date, and I did hook up with Erik a lot more. Remembering it, maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing if he did read this story and get back in touch with me. He might be angry with me for sharing it, but I’d enjoy making it up to him.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/97vri9/a_meeting_with_a_work_colleague_gets_a_bit_heated