I can’t stop thinking about fucking my coworker [FM]

Over the last year or so I’ve been getting closer to this guy at work, M. He’s exactly my type- good smile, great body, and a sharp sense of humor. Our work has been becoming a little more intertwined so we’ve been finding more reasons to work closely together. For example, if we have a meeting to prepare for, we’ll meet up early for a coffee or stay after for a glass of wine to “recap.”

I’m 27, Asian, long black hair and, let’s be honest, great tits and ass. I’ve never had an issue getting a guy into bed and I cannot get enough of good dick. I love my husband so much and I haven’t even had the thought of fucking another guy since we got married two years ago….until I met M. Now that’s all I can think about.

We had our office holiday party a few weeks ago. My husband was there but he left early- it was a Wednesday and he had to work the next day. I stayed out with my friends and coworkers and continued to have some fun. I was drunk, I’ll admit it, and I was wearing a dress that was low-key slutty as hell. It was a very low-cut wrap dress, but the type that is a true wrap, the slit in the front goes all the way up. A lot of people had left and the ones that were still out were sloppy. And M was there. I was sitting with him in a booth, laughing over some stupid stories our coworkers were telling when his hand landed on my upper thigh, exposed from the falling open of my dress as I crossed my legs.

Oh, the way my pussy was dripping thinking of him sliding that hand up, pushing my lace thong to the side and slipping two fingers inside of me…

I wanted him to make an excuse to step out to the hallway or the alley so I could do the same- follow him out, playing the game where you know that you’re trying to be around someone but without it being obvious. Have him feign surprise when he saw me behind him. Make some small talk now that we were alone, pull me into a coat closet to talk a little closer.

I wanted him to pull the end of the bow I tied on my wrap dress and see the look on his face as the dress fell open and he saw my round tits and hard brown nipples in the neon pink glow of the dive bar we were at. To push me against the wall and lick my nipples, suck them like he was eating my pussy while he fingered me. I’m playing with my nipples now just thinking about this, and my clit and pussy are throbbing, screaming for me to play.

I imagine that we’d get our wits about us, I would hastily get dressed again and we would stumble out of the bar and rush to his apartment. It was so hot to me that we were only a few blocks away from his place- I knew because we had prepped a meeting from there once. Five minute walk tops. When we got to his place I’d kick off my heels and drop to my knees and unbuckle his pants and take out his hard cock and start to lick it, take it into my mouth and taste it as I sucked. He’d tangle his hands in my hair and push my head on his cock and I would let him fuck my face as much as he wanted. But I’d also want to fuck him properly.

We’d get into his room and he would unwrap my dress again, pushing me to his bed and I’d lie there in a pool of my own black satin dress. He’d remove my thong but leave my thigh highs on. I love wearing thigh highs under a dress, I think it’s so much sexier. I think when he touched my thigh he may have felt just the top of the stocking where it meets skin. I wonder if he got hard.

I want to feel his tongue on my pussy. I want it there now. I want to be on top of him, grinding on his cock with my wet pussy while he grabs my ass and eats my tits. I love feeling a hard cock under me as I lean over a guy who has my tits in his mouth, his hands grabbing my ass, spanking me, spreading my cheeks.

Then he’d flip me over, facing me to the mirror in his room, bending me down in front of his cock like I’m worshipping it in the reflection. And finally slide it into me, I’d be fucking begging for it by then. I’d gasp and then sigh in relief because I’ve been waiting for it for so long. His cock would feel so good inside me right now. I know he’d love the fucking show- me on all fours, gasping and moaning as he rails me from behind, watching my tits jiggle and bounce, me in turn playing with my clit or my nipples, getting off from getting fucked from behind and playing with my clit. He could do whatever he wanted to me, he could spread my ass and lick his finger and finger my asshole. I like that. I don’t think he’d last very long, he’d tell me he was cumming and pull out- I’d roll over so he could cum on my tits. I want to be covered in his cum.

But none of that happened. We laughed and he touched my thigh. I know we both thought about it but we haven’t crossed a line, not yet. I laid in bed all day today and masturbated thinking about him, touching my pussy and playing with my tits, imagining his hands and mouth. I wonder if he’s jerking off thinking about me. I don’t know if this counts as a gonewild story but I can’t stop thinking about fucking M.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eh2yla/i_cant_stop_thinking_about_fucking_my_coworker_fm