My phone buzzed, and I picked it up. Steph’s name – as it had done hundreds of times over the last few days – appeared atop the WhatsApp notification to tell me I had a new message.
“Fuck this! Why can’t I stop thinking about him? I don’t give a fuck about him and yet he’s in my head every five minutes.”
Steph had been my work colleague for almost 10 years and, while we’d always gotten along, her going through a particularly messy breakup right now had suddenly brought us closer. I’d become the one in the office who she talked to when her emotions got the better of her. We talked by text every night and in the office kitchen every work day. She even came over for a drink the other night so we could discuss some stuff face to face. I was having my own issues, and we were dragging each other through, almost by the metaphorical hair at times.
The last two weeks had taken us from work colleagues to best friends. I did find her attractive – because she was – without really ever thinking about the possibility that things between us would go beyond friendship.
I quickly typed something supportive back, and returned to my running planning. A little about myself: I’m slightly junior to Steph – mid to late 20s, with her two years further along. I was a little overweight, but trying to do something about it with the help of my fitter, healthier colleagues. I was putting together a strategy to help me get from nothing to 10k. There were plans out there already – but they weren’t working for me. I needed something I’d come up with myself.
My phone lit up again. Steph decided younger men were idiots and she wanted someone older next time round. I firstly thanked her for the insult, and then jokingly complained that it meant I didn’t have a chance. I simply received a emoji crying with laughter in return.
A minute later: “How’s the running planning going?”
“OK. I think I need to make some adjustments, there feels like parts where I’ll push myself too hard.”
“Can I look?”
“Sure, I’ll share you in.”
“I think it might be better if we discussed them in person. You free now? I can be there in ten minutes.”
Fifteen minutes later, my doorbell rang. Steph stood there, all 5’6” of her, looking as effortlessly good as always. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air as we discussed my plans. Steph made a few good suggestions and we toned the plan down a little so I wouldn’t kill myself about six weeks in. Steph turned the conversation to how I might keep myself going.
“How do you plan to reward yourself for your progress?”
“Like my improving wellbeing isn’t going to be reward enough?”
“Yes, but don’t you want an actual reward for your progress? Like going out for a drink, or getting a takeaway, or…”. Her voice trailed, and a curious smirk appeared on her face.
“Or…?”
“No. Nothing. I was being silly.”
“Oh no you don’t, out with it. What were you going to suggest?”
Steph sighed deeply, realising she’d stopped the thought too late to backpedal now.
“Me. I could be your reward.”
It took a second for her suggestion to register but once my brain had joined the dots, it almost signalled my mouth to spit out my mouthful of drink from the sheer shock of what I’d just heard.
“What?! Are you…. what do you mean, _you_ could be my reward?”
“You’ve been really good to me these last couple of weeks. I’ve seen the way you look at me, and I wanted to thank you. So….” – she looked down and composed herself, as if making sure she wanted to say the next bit – “for every 2.5k milestone you hit, I’m yours for the night.”
“Like… _that_ kind of ‘yours’? Are you proposing a relationship here?”
“No, no, nothing like that. A friends with benefits type thing, maybe. But it can’t affect how we treat each other otherwise.”
“Easier said than done when you’re offering to let me fuck you.”
My bluntness shocked Steph, and her eyes widened a little as if realising exactly what she was proposing. My brain had moved beyond shock now, and was playing a little movie in my head of what this proposal might end up looking like. Curiosity gave way to arousal, and a sudden desire to see if I could secure a, for want of a better word, downpayment on the proposal.
As Steph looked up at me, she looked suddenly uncertain about what she’d just said. My friend – my more-or-less-best at this moment, very attractive friend – who I’d known for years, was staring at me, waiting to see if I was willing to accept a proposal that would let me inside her every time I ran a given distance. I made my decision, but I needed to know she was sure.
“How do I know you won’t back out on this?”
“I won’t. Look, you’ve done 5k already, right? You walked some of it, you ran some of it. You need to RUN a full 2.5k, then 5, and so on, to get what I’m offering. So how about I reward you for what you’ve already done?”
Blood began to redirect as I realised there was the possibility of something happening immediately. Steph slid towards me on the sofa. Her right hand found my leg as her left found my face. I can only imagine the expression on mine as she leaned in, and we kissed our first kiss. Light at first, but then she became more forceful, pressing her lips to mine and moaning softly. Her hand moved up my leg, eventually brushing the end of the bulge in my jeans. She put her hand on top of me, and squeezed. I moaned into her mouth.
“Stand up.”
I lifted myself from the sofa, breaking our embrace. As I stood, Steph’s hand never left my jeans, caressing my hard-on through the fabric, as I ached to be released. Once I was stood up straight (in more ways than one) she adjusted her position, and slid down my zip. One hand reached in to free me as the other undid the button on my jeans, and I now stood in front of my work colleague, jeans around my ankles, pointing my just over six inches out of the hole in my boxer shorts, and directly at her face.
As she bought her mouth towards me, and the tip made contact with her lips, I gasped. Her soft mouth parted to take me in, slowly at first, savouring the head. Then a second later I was fully inside her mouth, wondering why anyone would want to mess her around and risk her leaving them when this was on offer. She moaned onto me as her mouth moved up and down, assisted by her left hand as her right now stroked up and down my exposed leg, occasionally moving across to cup my balls.
For a few minutes she expertly sucked on me, twisting her hand, wrapping her tongue around every part of my member. She pulled me out and looked up. I realised I wasn’t looking at a work colleague any more. I had to reject the image of Steph as friendly, and polite, who behaved at work as if butter wouldn’t melt. The real one was sat on my sofa, stroking her hand up and down my cock, and offering me more in the future.
“Every 2.5k, remember. This is yours. I’ll do anything you want. You can cum anywhere you want.”
She didn’t wait for a response, she simply put me back in her mouth and got back to what she does very, very well indeed. I put my hands on the back of her head and held her in place as I took over the movement. She took all I had to give, even as I sped up. I knew I was getting close, and I grunted out a warning. I stopped fucking her mouth so that she’d have time to move away if she wanted.
She did move – forwards. Her nose touched against my pubic bone as the first round burst forth. Over and over I twitched and pulsed, pouring what felt like the biggest load I’ve ever let go into my workmate’s mouth. I roared, almost primally, as happy moans engulfed me from below.
She swallowed what I’d given her, pulled away as I dropped out of her mouth, and wiped her lips. She stood up, smiling, and kissed me. She moved out into the hallway, put her shoes on, and opened the door.
“Don’t forget to log your runs. I’ll be watching”, she said with a wink, and suddenly, she was gone – and I knew there were two jobs she was good at.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/9ai14n/the_motivation_workmates_pt_1_mf_oral