[M]y hook-up(s) with my [F]riendly manager

[Some minor details have been changed to make it a better story. Names have also been changed. Feel free to ask questions and I’ll be happy to answer if it doesn’t reveal any personal info. If you’re a female, feel free to PM =)]

Again, going back into the mind archives to relive my sexual awakening when I lived abroad.

Being in a foreign country made all of us a bit more uninhibited than we might have been otherwise. That was certainly true for me. My co-workers and I had gone out to eat, drink, and be merry as we often did. Nicely liquored up and full from our fried chicken, we headed to the local dive bar we always went to.

My manager wasn’t part of the usual crew, but not because she was a manager. Being foreigners, the line between management and non-management was blurred to the point of being virtually non-existent. She tended to be more to herself, a bit anti-social at work, really. She was about 5 feet tall, with 32B tits and wide hips. And a blonde. Why do blondes have such a hold on me?

We played darts, drank shots, and danced. It was a great dive bar where the manager always hooked us up with discounts and free shots because we gave them so much business. I happened to be sitting next to her. Through the fog of booze and time, I don’t remember if I sat next to her deliberately. To be honest, I don’t remember even being particularly attracted to her. I think this was due to her position over me in the company. The idea of fucking a co-worker, much less a manager, was at that point unimaginable.

Regardless, the more I drank, the more horny I got (as you do). At some point my arm went around and I was caressing her shoulder. She didn’t seem to mind. I noticed some of my co-workers giving me looks, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was liquored up, horny, and here was a cute blond in my arm.

After a couple of hours of darts and shooting the shit, I was ready to leave. And despite the alcohol, my cock was pretty hard. I whispered into her ear, “Wanna get out of here?”

She acted like she hadn’t heard me for a moment, as she laughed and looked at the others around the table. Then, a lean. “I’ll follow you out.”

I casually grabbed my jacket and went outside. Not so casually, I later found out. One of my eagle-eyed co-workers came to me the next day with a Chesire grin across her face. “You went home with Rachel.”

We laughed as we walked in zigzags toward our homes. Luckily, we lived really close to each other, just a few apartment buildings away. Being that I had drunk a lot, I was getting hungry. Before we went into a convenience store, Rachel peeked in through the window. “Oh shit, the guy at the counter has a crush on me.” We both giggled and walked in.

We poked around the aisles, picking up a bag of chips here, another can of beer there. We chortled like assholes as we paid for our food and I wrapped my arm around her once again. This was the first time in my life where I had, from my perspective, taken the initiative to claim a girl and it felt glorious.

We got to my home and quickly dropped the bag of goodies. We paused in silence and our bodies pressed against each other and stared into each other’s eyes. At this point I was a mixture of horny and amazed that finally, after so many years, I could freely explore a girl.

We slowly made out for a few minutes, and parts of me were shouting, “You’re kissing your manager!” It was another boost to my excitement and to my cock.

Slowly our lips separated, and my hands started removing her jacket. We had a lot of shit on, but that tease made it that more enjoyable. Layer by layer, her clothing came off until she was just in her panties and I was in my boxers. My stiff cock hung out through the gap, precum slowly gathering at the tip.

Her bra came off and I lightly licked her nipples, soft moans emanating from her lips. Mmm, they were so tasty and soft. My tongue circled her areolas, my saliva coating them with a gloss so her breasts were chilly from the air and warm from my breath at the same time.

We backed onto my bed and I slithered up her body, making sure my cock left a trail of precum on her leg as I came up. We made out some more, but then I suddenly became very hungry.

Why did I want to eat her pussy? Maybe because I had never done it before. Maybe because I could feel her wetness as we made out. My leg was damp and when I took a look at her pink panties there was a growing dark spot. It was fascinating, I had never seen that in real life before. I had seen people play with pussy, but never appreciated the beauty of this small detail of the fuck. I peeled off her panties with the care of unwrapping a precious gift at Christmas, careful not to damage what was underneath.

Her pussy was alabaster white, a silky smooth mound of pussy ready to be tasted. Her wet pussy glistened in the dim light of my tiny apartment. I took a little lick.

She shivered.

How much time I spent eating her pussy I cannot say. Men have lost their lives, even their sanity, trying to fully explore a horny woman’s pussy. I explored every pussy lip, layer by later. My tongue would dive deep, down, and then slide up to her clit. A circumnavigation around her hard clit, and then back down into the rest of her increasing throbbing pussy.

She tasted sweet and salty, like the popcorn. A completely new food category had been discovered, and I wanted to know everything about it then and there.

At times, I would suck on her clit and she would start bucking, thrashing this way and that, and I’d have to grab her legs to hold her in place so I could continue my feast. The texture, of soft fleshed being tenderly sucked and nibbled on by my tongue and lips, matched the greatest meals I’ve ever had.

After awhile doing this, she brought my head up to hers, both of us panting. One from pleasure, one from perspiration.

“I want you to fuck me.” Glorious words.

I started kissing her again, my cock hardening once more. I became more horny thinking about the fact that she was tasting her own pussy juices from my mouth. She started massaging my cock, stroking it as we gyrated our bodies together in a frenetic dance.

My cock hard once again, I shoved into her drenched, warm pussy. We fucked missionary, then she put her legs on my shoulders, and there came the tight squeeze of her pussy, wrapped around me. We were quickly sweating until out went my cock, and I came onto her belly.

We lay there, kissed and snuggled for half an hour.

She got up, kissed me once more, and said “See you tomorrow.” She left my place with me in bed, pondering what had happened.

Epilogue: We hooked up a few more times after that before I lost interest and, though we worked together for awhile after that, never brought up our few fuck sessions. She quickly got a boyfriend and I started on my adventures, meeting new girls and enjoying this newfound freedom.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9a1hbp/my_hookups_with_my_friendly_manager

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