A while ago, I was working at a firm where I was made responsible of an intern for a while. She was enthusiastic, joyful and very good-looking. We had a very productive time. She was intelligent and eager to learn. I did my best to give her the basics of the company, of the structure of the work and introduced her to what it was like to work for a big firm.
I was working freelance at the time. She was planning to do the same after a while, but felt she needed some practical experience in more traditional company structures, hence the internship. So I got to help her out on that front as well.
I never considered her someone I would physically long for. Sure she was pretty. But there was never any sexual connotation that I was aware of. I liked the way her brain worked. She had a lot of energy. And she was an ambitious girl in a boy dominated world. I mentored. I went the extra mile, and then I had to change projects and left the company, her internship still running.
I kind of forgot about her until a couple of months later when I got a message over the old company Slack, asking if I could come see her off, at the last day of her internship. I accepted. It promised to be a good start of the weekend, and I hadn’t left that place with bad words, so it was a networking opportunity, too.
However, I was a bit late to the party and by that time, a lot of my ex-co-workers had left. A handful remained, most of them not people I was too familiar with, except for her. So we talked. She had a lot of big future plans and I tried to give her tips out of experience where I could, like I had done when I was monitoring her. At some point I made a remark, I can’t really remember what it was, but she made the suggestion that I didn’t have to teach her anything anymore. She was experienced enough to try and succeed – or fail – on her own. She felt very sure of herself, and to be honest, at that point, we were practically equals, the only divide being my years of experience. She said as much and put her hand on mine for just a second as she told me. It was a very short gesture. But that gesture and the fact that there was alcohol involved, made my hormones rush forward and suddenly I felt our momentum change drastically. Our eyes locked and we sat there silently, looking into each other’s eyes for just a second too long to be just the normal conversation dynamic.
It was subtle. But I think we both realized what was going to happen at that exact moment. There was no hand-holding under the table. No “accidental” leg-touching. No secret groping. We even moved out of each other’s proximity for a while to talk to other people. But there was no question about it. Every once in a while, we glanced over at the same time and looked into each other’s eyes. Smiling and turning away again. It hung there, in that room, it felt so obvious, but nobody noticed.
People kept leaving. One by one. Until it was just us and one other person. I could see that she kept the conversation going on auto-pilot. I could see she wanted him to leave.
And then he did.
We sat there a moment. Just the two of us. Then she stood up an went to pay at the bar. She came back and didn’t sit back down.
“Come on,” she said, grabbed her jacket and left. I followed, silently. She was leading the way. She didn’t turn to the street. The bar was at the bottom floor of the company office and she opened the door to the staircase and started up. At the second floor she got out a badge that opens the door. She wasn’t supposed to still have that, but there it was. She badged and hurried inside to turn off the alarm. I closed the door and turned around right when she arrived back at the entrance.
She didn’t hesitate. Her lips just crashed into mine, her tongue forcing itself in my mouth. Her hands grabbing underneath my shirt, digging her nails into the flesh of my back. I put my hands at her face and simply returned the kiss while hers kept groping around on my bare flesh. Scratching my ribs. Rolling her tongue around in my mouth. Pushing her hips forward and grinding me. Her crotch pressing hard against mine. Grinding through her dress and my pants. Everything way too tight.
She broke the kiss and looked at me, pressed against me, rocking her hips gently.
“That was a couple of months coming,” she smiled, and closed her eyes. Rocking her hips. Pushing. I was rock hard.
“I have condoms,” she said, and at that moment I sensed she had probably been planning this. Or at least a version of this. She had reached out to me. She had kept the security badge specifically so we could get up here. She had been fantasising about me. The realization made me hornier than ever.
I grabbed the fabric of her dress and pulled it off over her head. Black panties. Black bra. Fancy stuff. Curves where they should be. Her tits almost bursting out of her bra. She had a tattoo. Lines starting in her neck, over her shoulder, down her left breast and around to her back. She looked like a painting. I was a bit drunk. I was horny. And I was standing in a room with a half-naked girl, about to fuck her. A nice night out. I smiled as she stepped back and sat down on the waiting room couches.
She motioned to her purse. Where the condoms were, but I had brought my own. I usually do. It’s safer that way. ? She took off her bra while I took off my shirt. Slid her panties down as I took off my pants and underpants. And she lay on her back, feet up on the couch, knees bent, hands on her pussy, looking at me over those lovely round tits of her. I had no answer for that. I placed the condom on the couch next to her right foot, kneeled down and simply buried my face between her thighs. She was audibly surprised. Her hands jumped back and I smacked my tongue right between her lips, digging in as deep as I could on the first pass. She made a bit of a squeak and moved back in response. So I grabbed her leg with one hand and pulled her back, shoving my tongue deep into her again.
I love going down on girls. She tasted fantastic. She was wet enough before, but now she was starting to really gush. She grabbed my hair and pulled hard while I found her clit, put my lips around it, my tongue on top and bounced it around like a maniac. She twitched and shook. Grabbing my hair and trying to get away from my relentless stimulation and shoving my head deeper into her at the same time. She made all kinds of noises. Twitched and pitched harder and higher. I’m pretty sure she came at that point. I’m pretty sure her sounds were loud enough to hear from outside. She squeezed her legs together and her whole upper body jerked. Letting out a strange sounding “no no nono noooooo”. Never heard that before. Nor since. ?
I didn’t stop, really. She just grabbed my hair and pulled me though her legs toward her face, still making incomprehensible sounds. And as I rushed up, I grabbed her soaking wet pussy. Getting a couple of fingers in while she smothered her own sounds by kissing me. Still that “nononooo”, but this time without the articulation. A tremor through my own skull.
I broke myself free from her and she gasped for a second while I fumbled with the condom. When rock hard like this, condoms are easy, so it was quick. I sat down on my knees, one knee at each side of her ass, of her spread-open legs, of her wet, hot, pussy.
I barely had to apply force, I barely had to position myself. I slapped my now fully covered dick down on that wettest spot, and she just coaxed me to the entrance by moving her hips. I sat up and took her hands in mine; elbows on the inside of her knees, while I watched how she positioned herself so that the head of my penis just slid into her without any effort at all. She felt it. Moaned again. So I pushed. She felt that too. So I pushed as deep as I could. Her moan changed to that single syllable again. I couldn’t help myself. I knew we were in a public place. But I just wanted to see how loud I could get her. So I just pounded her as hard as I could, again and again, and her voice just took off in this strange and *very loud* “Noo-ooo-ooo-oOO-OOOO”. Even with the condom on, I felt that I wasn’t going to last very long. Hearing my thighs slap against her ass at the precise moment the sound of her moan snapped off for a quick gasp was all that was needed to bring me to the limit.
I felt not far off. I’m not sure if she had ever stopped. I let go of her hands, lay down on those fantastic breasts, buried my head in the cushions next to her face and turned up the rhythm as fast as I could manage. She pitch-shifted into a genuine scream and I gritted my teeth, heard how I had started to groan myself, felt her spasm and squeeze her entire body together, and I simply exploded, coming harder than I had ever came. Still pounding her, but now all rhythm lost. She still screaming, but in slowly diminishing amounts of decibels.
I came to a full stop. Her breath heavy in my ear. Her hands still grabbing my hair pretty hard.
I pushed myself up onto my hands. Our bodies wet from our sweat. Or just hers or mine. It was hard to tell.
“Wow”, I said. And she smiled.
“Yeah, *fuck me*.”
For some reason, I found that reply extremely funny, coming out those smiling lips, with me still buried inside her. So I laughed, making her giggle. The contraction of her midriff just flipping me out of her. She made another involuntary sound as that happened. Things were still pretty sensitive down there, clearly.
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We didn’t really cuddle or spend the night together. We just got dressed, got downstairs and kissed goodbye. I still have contact with her on a professional basis. There’s nothing left of that very brief moment of extreme sexual exposition. It might return at some point, but it hasn’t yet.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bnwe4y/mf_the_intern