We have shared an office for more than a couple of years now and known each other forever. It was you who got me this job. And today, as you walked in, I felt a little different. Maybe it was because of the low blouse you were wearing, one that forced attention on your gorgeous breasts. Your cleavage looked exceptional, though I know you well enough to know that you don’t much think about how such a top would be perceived. You sat down at your desk and called me over to discuss a long-running office work drama in which you are one of the central characters. People have been fired over this, though luckily neither one of us will be. As we talk about the latest in soft tones, afraid someone will hear us, I can’t help but steal glances at your beautiful breasts. Your blouse provides such gorgeous views side-on. As you’re talking, I find my mind wandering to how I would like to be holding those breasts, touching them. A you talk I notice you are getting upset and I put my have over your back to console you. Nothing sexual there, though I am feeling so horny right now. I keep my eyes on your breasts, even as yours are firmly focused on the computer screen as you talk to me.
I had never touched you before, even in a friendly way, at the office. We had decided to keep our friendship outside the office for now. Also, you now have a husband and two kids and we didn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea. So, I mention it. “I hope it wasn’t too awkward that I was rubbing your back then. I just felt you could use a bit of comforting.” “No, it wasn’t,” you reply, “though perhaps we shouldn’t do that again as people might see. I really did need a bit of consoling after what is going on.” “Well, we could always just close the door,” I say with a smile. “Perhaps we should,” you reply. Without a word I do just that. I turn around and give you a hug.
You: Thanks! These last two weeks have been so stressful. At home with the kids. At work with all the drama. I just can’t find any peace.
Me: Don’t worry. We’ve known each other a long long time. You know I got your back.
I hold you a little tighter and you too tighten your grip. We hold our embrace.
Me: This is gonna be awkward, but I gotta say it. As you came in today, I noticed your blouse. It really gives a good view of your assets <<nervous laugh>>. As we were talking today, I kept turning my head towards your breasts.
You: You want a better view?
Me: Could I?
You take a little step back and pop your left breast out of your bra. It looks splendid. I reach out and gently touch it. It feels really nice. Soft and plentiful in my hand. I gently play around with it.
You: You know, it’s been a while since anyone’s looked at me like that. At home, with two young kids, I am only a mom. And, we are so exhausted at the end of the day that I haven’t been touched in a long time. I had forgotten how good it feels. Can I touch you?
I don’t answer but take you hand and move it towards my cock. You unzip me and feel my rock hard dick and start to gently stroke it. We are quiet, afraid someone will hear. Without a word you turn around, lift your skirt, drop your panties and bend over. I take my dick and rub it against your pussy slowly, feeling the juices drip out. I gently push it in deep. We go slow and quiet. It feels like I am in there a long time and at the same time it feels like it’s over too soon. I move slowly grabbing your ass and pressing it hard. I feel you, getting more and more excited. I feel you cum and I whip it out and unload on your ass.
We wipe ourselves down and dress ourselves. You look at me and smile and then give me a small peck on the lips. Without a word, you open the door and go out and I am left wondering what comes next.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cbq36t/mf_a_hard_day_at_the_office
shes sweet