It’s super early, and I’m the first one in the office, as usual. I unlock the front door and turn on light switches as I go. Stopping by my office for my favorite Star Trek Mug (Voyager), I make my way back to the kitchen to start the coffee pot.
Several minutes pass as I wait for the machine to brew. I spend the time thumbing slowly through Reddit.
“Oh, hey.”
“Gaa!” My phone goes flying and lands face down on the linoleum.
“Oh, Jesus. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
My face is beet red as I stoop to pick up my phone. It’s Brent from Sales. Brent from sales has never spoken to me before. You see, I’m Brenda from accounting. In accounting, I’m probably a 6. Maybe a little overweight if I’m honest, but with a nice face and blonde. Honestly, blonde and my tits probably give me at least a point and a half.
But Brent….Brent’s like a sales 8. Which is an accounting 12. He’s tall and good looking. And funny and charming. And…and everything else. I’m secretly in love with Brent. Actually, most of the women in accounting are.
“Sorry…just not used to anyone being here this early.” I pick up my phone and sigh with relief that the screen isn’t cracked.
“I hear you. We’ve got a big pitch today. Figured I’d get an early start.”
“Yeah…” We both stand awkwardly in that way that co-workers who only really know of each other do.
“Star Trek, huh?” He nods toward my mug.
And I’m suddenly torn. Do I try to be cool? Let’s be honest, that probably wouldn’t work. Better to face up to reality. “Yeah, it’s my favorite.”
“I was always more of a Star Wars guy. Lasers, mind powers, little green Muppets. Man, what I wouldn’t have given to be Obi Wan when I was a teenager.”
I can’t help but smile, “I can see it now. You want to make out with me.” I wave my hand in front of my face and give a little snort as I laugh. Yeah, definitely not cool.
Suddenly Brent’s face goes blank. His eyes blink heavily, and he looks around the small kitchen slowly.
“I…I want to make out with you.”
“Wait, what?”
He takes a step towards me. His arms are reaching towards me and his mouth is opening. What in the hell is happening here.
“Brenda, I just can’t take it anymore. I need to kiss you.”
There’s a part of my brain that sees the absurdity in this moment. It’s the same part of the brain that tells the rabbit to run at the slightest noise or sends a fish to the depths when a shadow passes over a pond. I do not listen to that part of my brain.
We kiss. His arms are around me. Our lips dance like drunk butterflies, and our tongues meet one another for the very first time.
My back is against the counter, and very, very awkwardly, I hop up to sit on it. Now Brent isn’t stooping. Instead, he’s between my legs. My skirt rides up my thighs, and I can feel his manhood pressing into me even through several layers of clothing.
We’re pawing at one another, and it’s my hands working fastest. I pull open his belt and unclasp his slacks. In moments, my hand is inside his briefs and on him. He’s deliciously hot and hard for me. I can feel him throbbing with desire.
He’s managed to unbutton my blouse and is working with both hands behind me, trying to unclasp my bra. I have to whisper that it’s in the front.
He stoops to lick and suck on my breasts as they fall free. He pays special attention to my swollen nipples, perched atop pale areolas. I’m moaning into his mouth when it finds mine again, and I’m pulling him forward.
When his hard missile presses against me again, we’re no longer separated. His shaft has been liberated and my panties pulled to the side. He barely enters me on the first thrust, but my moisture coasts him with each movement and he finds his way deeper.
The angle is awkward and the chance of discovery very real, so we hurry. He’s frantically pumping into me as we pant together. My hands on his back, pulling him into me. His hands are on my hips, holding me to the counter’s edge.
The coffee pot gives a chime as the brewing process completes, and we’re not far behind.
With a grunt, he’s inside me entirely one last time. Then it’s over. We shudder together for several seconds as he empties himself into me.
He leans forward to kiss me gently on the forehead. Then he tucks himself back away and sheepishly hands me a paper towel when he sees his spent fluid leaking down my thigh.
“I…Shit. That was great.”
“Yeah” I laugh softly. “Very not like me, by the way.”
“Oh man, me neither. I’ve…kind of hand a work crush on you for a while. I came in early to see if I could ask you out for coffee. I just… saw my chance there and took it. I hope that wasn’t weird.” He the one that’s blushing now.
“No, not weird. But…” I wave my hand between us. “You need to take me out to dinner tonight.”
He nods. “Definitely.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/9klylo/brenda_from_accounting_mf_officepublicnerd_girl
That story came faster than the chess club president sleeping with the prom queen.
Yeah, really nice writing but a bit short. :)