An affair with my hot, prim, scientist coworker [MF]

This is my first attempt at writing stories like this for an audience. I’ve always been a massive fan of the format and good stories are a favorite turn on. Depending on the reception, I’ll keep relaying the various sexploits of my life in the future! I warn readers in advance that this will take a few paragraphs to become explicitly sexual.

I’ll get the demographics out of the way. I’m a twenty-something, olive skinned, broad dude of mixed race. Five-foot-ten and muscular but with what nice observers might say approaches a dad bod. I’ve got short curly hair and extremely dark brown eyes. Very outgoing and flirtatious, which is basically the theme of most of my stories. I’m currently a graduate student, so most people I interact with every day are nerdy scientists. One of my coworkers destroys that stereotype, though. We’ll call her Anya, and she’s also of mixed race. The only ways way to describe her is ‘unique’. Half Indian, slightly wider-than-average-set deep brown eyes, just scraping by five feet tall. Her skin was lightly tanned and she sported this athletic, dancer’s body. It’s clear that she goes on runs and hits the gym. Lab coats and dress clothes never hid her round ass or curvaceous, perky breasts, and despite her relatively prim and proper presentation, there was always a hint of sexuality in her outfits.

Now as a rule I attempt to avoid mixing work and pleasure, because things tend to get messy. But after a few conversations where my primary goal was to avoid staring, I figured I had to at least try to flirt. My compliments and inquisition about her life’s details were met with a sort of indifference, as if the praises were about the weather. Fine, she definitely didn’t owe me responses to compliments. A week or two of casual flirting and friendliness on my part yielded the same workplace formality and after asking around, I learned that she had a long-distance boyfriend. I was pretty dejected because I had built up the possibility of some killer tiny-dancer sex, but even without the boyfriend it was pretty clear she wasn’t interested. Newfound knowledge and stack of failed flirts in hand, I backed off.

To say her change in response to my novel aloofness was dramatic would be an understatement. Anya did that thing we all imagine stereotypical high-school girls do when you stop paying attention to them: she countered with a barely restrained desperation: first with an unusual striking up of in-person conversations, then texts into the evening. At first I thought she was just sad about the possible friendship ending, but I was still being friendly, just not flirtatious. And then she started doing things like bending over near my desk in her skirt/leggings combo. I was certain, typing away at my standing desk, that she must have hiked up her skirt a bit before the bend, because I was able to see way too much of her round ass. I’m not a total idiot and I’m not one to throw away golden opportunities, so I started up the flirting again. Casual messages in the evenings bordering on sexual, generally focused on her appearance. One night I texted something like “…And those leggings? Anya, gotta be careful with those things! Distracting people in the workplace is bad for science!” To which she replied, “Does it distract you? Be honest.” So I told her. Moment of truth and if I was ever going to carpe her diem, this had to be the time. “Honestly? I have to try hard to ignore you at work all the time or else my productivity that hour is shot.”
“Is it an arousal thing?”
“So direct! Yes, Anya, it’s an arousal thing. Like ‘Have to be careful how I sit in public’ levels of arousal around you.”
“Haha oh. And now?” She asked. “Are you aroused?”
“And now nosy, too! I’m aroused if I think too much about it.”
And that’s where she took the plunge: “Show me, then.” So I fired up Snapchat and sent her a picture of my bulge through my boxers. Her replies were all very appreciative and she told me how she liked that just thinking about her at work did that to me. We continued the back and fourth flirting after that with no major developments.

The next day at work, she was wearing a tight blue sweater that perfectly showed off her form and a long skirt that beautifully hugged her legs and ass. She spent a lot of time hanging around my space and talking about her plans to go out dancing that Friday night. Standing next to me, she slowly smoothed out her skirt, brushing my leg in the process. The whole sensuous movement had me hard and although I work dark jeans, the bulge was starting to become evident. She coquettishly eyed what was an obvious erection, smiled, and walked away with a clearly self-satisfied sway to her step.

After work that evening, she texted me, complaining that her plans had fallen through. Detecting that I was being baited, I told her how I had a soft deadline coming up and planned to spend the Friday getting ahead so I could enjoy the rest of the weekend. Her response was everything I could have ever wanted. “Bring your laptop over and we’ll both get some work done, then we can watch that horror movie you’re always saying is so good.” It takes me all of fifteen minutes to shower, brush my teeth, spray on a tiny bit of cologne, and get the hell in my car. Five minutes later I’m knocking on the door of her studio, and she opens to a scene straight out of my fantasies. Bare feet followed up by extremely flattering red leggings; the faintest hint of her thong outline in contrast to the smooth uniformity of her waist. An old gray T-shirt stretched over her flat abs and tantalizingly hugging her firm, perfect breasts. This is without a doubt my favorite look and I’m just standing there in the doorway with this stupid grin on my face. She laughed, and the most genuine smile I’ve seen on her brightened up her face. She moved aside to let me in.

I plop down on her smallish, bright white couch with my laptop and accept the tea she’s offered. She takes the other side, but we’re angled so that our legs are in contact and after awhile I realize I’m not going to get any work done. “Let’s start the movie,” I try, and she agrees with a little more eagerness than she typically displays. I plug my laptop in to her large screen atop the desk about three feet in front of the couch and start paying Heredity. When I fall back into the couch, she’s a lot closer, and my heart is already racing. I’m broad and the couch is tiny like her, so I use that as an excuse to keep an arm around the back of the couch, which she sits a little taller to have lightly rests against her shoulders. Over the next half hour, she gets more progressively more scared by the film and turns her body so that she’s facing perpendicular to the screen, turning her heard to the right to see the movie. She turns her head farther still and looks up at me. “Can I lean back against you?” she asks, to which I reply immediately in the affirmative. She leans half against my chest, half against my side, and over the next ten minutes slides lower and lower, so that her head is resting on my lap yet tilted towards the screen. That’s about all it took for my excitement to take over. I can feel my hardness against my sweat pants. Emboldened by the arousal, I move my outstretched arm from the top of the couch down along her reclined body and she hugs it against her. My hand, resting on her leg, is at her crotch-level. I start stroking her leg, and brush closer and closer to her mound between her legs. I can feel warmth radiating from her pussy, and I sigh as my hand slides between her legs. She gasps and her grip tightens against my arm, and I start rubbing in small circles outside of her leggings and panties. She tells me to pause the movie as her breathing quickens and she closes her eyes, pulling my arm tighter and tighter against her body. I use my other hand to tap the space bar, then let it start playing with her dark brown, luscious hair. I draw it through her locks and against her scalp, tracing the side of her face to her jawline. All at once, I position my hand near her waistband and then proceed to slide it under all of her clothes while she uses a hand to pull mine to her breasts. At the first feeling of her hot, drenched pussy, I sigh and she moans, turning her head more on its side. She’s now staring right at my impossibly hard erection which is straining through my sweatpants while I draw fingers across the soaked entrance of her pussy and massage her clit with my left hand. My right is squeezing her nipples which I feel through her thin bra. She breathes a ragged, hot breath against my cock. I’m straining against my clothes, and slide my finger inside her, curling it deep and far. She immediately pulls aside my pants and my cock springs out, which she promptly wraps her plump lips around. I’m pulling and pushing my finger into her and she starts moaning, interrupting her licks with my cock buried halfway in her mouth.

“Can we take this to the bed?” I ask as I pull my finger almost out of her. “Mhmmm” she responds with my dick still in her mouth, which is driving me absolutely crazy. She opens up her lips and my glistening cock falls out of her smiling mouth, and she sits back up. I quickly rise and scoop her up in my arms, take the three steps to the bed on the other side of the desk from the couch, and toss her onto the center. I’m fully intoxicated by her at this point, and need to taste what I’ve been fingering. She giggles as I lift her up by her ass with one hand and pull off her leggings and panties with the other. I lay below her and push my tongue as far into her pussy as it will go. She bucks against me and loudly moans my name, pulling my arm up and roughly pressing my hand against under her shirt and bra against her breast. I am not expecting this hot sexuality, but I take the cue and start roughly massaging her tits, focusing on alternating nipples, and have moved from her pussy to her engorged clit with my tongue. I start sucking lightly on her clit and switching quickly back and forth to flicking my tongue across it. My non occupied hand pushes a finger as deep as it will go into her tight pussy, curling up before drawing it back out to repeat over and over. Less than a minute of this and she’s shaking, and moans out that she wants me to fuck her, NOW. I smile and move up to kiss her, pulling off her top in the process. She reaches back and unbuttons her bra, which I pull away to reveal actual perfect tits. Round globes with pink nipples pointing back at me, drawing my attention away from her lips to kiss her repeatedly. I’ve kicked off my entire bottom half of clothing, and she’s scrambling to grab my throbbing cock to guide it into her wet, waiting pussy. I go back for a second kiss, and hold my open mouth against hers as her hand finally guides me inside her. She pushes her hips into mine so that my entire cock gets swallowed up into her, brushing up against her cervix and causing her to cry out against my mouth. “Oh my GOD, you’re so big. Fuck.” I’m shy of seven inches and definitely not huge, but she’s tiny and perfectly tight and my ego doesn’t give a shit about the specifics. I take over, pumping almost to the base of my cock, hard, but stopping short of smashing into her. Her moan is loud and overwhelming, but I manage to keep repeating the motion with my arms by her sides, lightly suspended over her and fucking her as hard as I dare. She was already getting close while I ate her out before and the pace never really slowed much, so it wasn’t long before her fingernails dug into my back and her body rocked with the waves of her orgasm. Her eyes closed and her pussy clenched. When her moans started to subside, I was pushing myself to the limit of my capacity to hold it together. I grunted softly with the effort, and she loudly said “Don’t you fucking cum in me.” I was sort of surprised she wasn’t on birth control because we were obviously condomless at this point, but the inevitable end was near. “Cum on me instead,” she said breathlessly, anticipating the urgency. I waited until I was closer than I should have and pulled my cock slowly out of her after the final thrust, and she pulled me up by my ass up her body. She positioned me so that I was hovering over those wonderful tits and pushed them together around my cock, her wetness and my precum lubricating my dick as I started thrusting between her boobs. It felt too good. I couldn’t hold it any longer. “I’m going to fucking cum,” I told her, and she quickly cupped my balls with one hand while sliding her other along my entire shaft. She then tipped her head forward and licked the tip of my cock while holding my balls and stroking. I came the hardest I ever had up to that point. Ropes of hot semen lined her face and then her tits as she let her head fall back, still sliding her hands against me. When I was finished, I looked down at her smiling, cum-covered face and glistening chest. I told her just how amazing it was. “Oh, I know,” she said. After she licked her lips and wiped her face a bit, she looked at me and said “I’ll see you on Monday.” Surprised but compliant, I collected my things silently, dressed, and walked out the door to my car.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a8jmns/an_affair_with_my_hot_prim_scientist_coworker_mf