Sitting by yourself, you scroll on your timelines mindlessly. Former high school classmates post photos of their children. You scoff and keep scrolling.
Your jaw drops open as your thumb quivers, suspended awkwardly above the screen. Brad posted pictures from his vacation only minutes ago. You click through the sunsets and sand castles and a soft moan escapes your lips as you land on an image of him, standing in a hotel room. He’s not wearing a shirt and is glaring at the person taking the picture.
He has always been the absolute sexiest guy at your job. Your eyes became glued to his prominent upper traps, sexy collarbones, and overall fit physique that was often hidden beneath tight dress clothes. You gazed at this photo, panning and zooming as much as possible.
You thought about that chest hair and how his body would feel against yours. A smile crept across your face and you roll over in your bed. You close your eyes and imagine his presence next to you in your humid apartment. Yes, you’d be both stark naked under your white sheets, rolling around with only the occasional breeze from the open window to cool you both down.
You’d fight your way on top and would straddle him, gazing down to his beautiful face. Glued to his sapphire eyes. Worshipping his perfect body. Kissing and biting at his sharp collarbones. Absolutely starving for him. Scratching him up and down his chest and sides. Leaving welts and making him moan. Yes, he’d weakly beg you to stop, but he wouldn’t fight much. He’d buck and writhe beneath you, feeling his huge cock grow against your pussy.
You’d hope he would have enough and flip you onto your back and tease you just the same but at this point you’d be begging for him to fuck you. You could imagine him pushing that fat cock of his into your wet pussy. Holding you down, a hand on your throat. Sexy Brad from Accounting. He’d make you say his name and would fuck you until he decided he needed to slow his pace. He’d pull out and bury his face between your legs, licking your clit until you were practically crying from pleasure.
He’d push back in and he’d lean in towards your face, grunting as he fucked you like an animal, sweat dripping from his brow onto your face. He’d look so good above you like that and to bring him even closer, you’d wrap your legs around his hips. You’d watch him pump that cock into your juicy pussy. He’d start to lose control and soon enough a puddle of cum would be dripping from your body onto the sweaty white sheets.
You opened your eyes from your sweet fantasy abruptly as a car alarm from the street below surprised you. The screen on your phone had since gone dark. You had unconsciously been touching one of your breasts and slowly slid a finger underneath your shorts and beneath your panties only to realize that you were absolutely soaked. Again. Just great.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/gzfl2v/the_hot_coworker_fm