Not [F]ucking [M]y best friend, but so close part 1

This is my first ever Reddit post and I wanted to share a close call (or several) that I had with one my closest friends. Hopefully I do this right since I’m a gonewildstories virgin. We’re both married and now strictly friends so I’m keeping out some identifying details.

We met at work and had a pretty instant connection. To paint the picture, I’m in my early thirties, large busted, dark hair, pierced and tattooed, but not heavily so. He’s not my normal type as he’s pretty clean cut but he’s slim, mid thirties, fair, with bright eyes and a great smile. Through some drunken shenanigans, we realized we were both attracted to each other. We would continuously come close to exchanging a kiss, but would pull away at the last minute. After one drunken incident, his wife read some of our texts which while technically harmless did not paint a good picture, so we moved to a chatting and picture sharing app that would erase our messages. Initially, it was so our friendly conversations remained private. We agreed to just be friends but I continued to think about him and what I wanted him to do to me as I touched myself more and more frequently. I thought he had moved past the attraction.

We always flirted a little with each other, but he always shut it down if we went too far. I don’t remember how it escalated the first time, but the result was him asking for a nude. I took a pic of me lying on my stomach naked over my shoulder so you could see my full body but just get a healthy peek of cleavage in the front and a good shot of my ass. I didn’t send it. We talked the next day and again agreed again to just be friends, but after that, I knew he wanted me too.

We went on a work trip with heavy insinuation that something might happen. I jokingly recorded his hotel room number in my phone and showed it to him. Throughout the week, there was tension and innuendo. The final night of the trip, we kept escalating the flirting and we ended up parting to our separate rooms. We immediately got on the phone talking about why we couldn’t do anything. We ended up sleeping alone, but both (as I learned later) came hard thinking about the other.

The next morning as we were sitting next to each other in a meeting, he sent me a message to let me know he had been thinking about me all night. He said if I had come up to his room, he couldn’t have controlled himself. I instantly felt myself getting wet at the idea. I wanted him to describe exactly what he wanted to do to me. I could see by the way he was shifting next to me that he was hard. Being in a room full of our coworkers, we slowed down the texting and tried to keep the heat between us at a minimum. He was staying longer at the office and so as I was leaving for the airport, I hugged him close and whispered that I couldn’t wait to hear more.

From the Uber to the airport, waiting at the airport, and on my car ride home, he continued to describe in detail where he wanted to put his hands, his tongue, and his cock. I could feel that my panties were soaked which was awkward since I wasn’t alone the whole time. My coworkers probably wondered why I was so flushed and squirmy. My pussy was throbbing and I needed to cum so badly. He asked me to cum for him when I got home and show him my fingers once I was done. As soon as I walked in the door, I went upstairs to “change”. I stripped off my pants and drenched panties and reached for my clit. It didn’t take long at all before I furiously rubbed myself to my release. I took a picture of my fingers to show him what he had done to me. By then, he was in the shower and had quickly cum to the thought. Unbeknownst to me, this would become the start of the hottest flirtation of my life.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/amtgcl/not_fucking_my_best_friend_but_so_close_part_1