This is a long one… so bear with me.
I have a bad habit of shamelessly flirting with just about every woman that I find attractive. My type is slim, athletic women with thighs that can crush a watermelon. I’m a big guy, 6’1”, muscular with a gut, and I can reason and talk my way out of and into anything. I spend a lot of time either at work or at home and the only time I spend at bars is when there’s a wing special at a particular one in my city. I don’t go out a lot (personal preference) and that often limits my exposure to women.
BUT I work in a field dominated by women. And let’s say that in the first couple of years working in this field I VERY MUCH enjoyed myself.
However, naive me didn’t realize that women like to talk, and when you’ve slept with a few of them you start to develop a reputation. In year three, one particular petite, brunette with eyes that pierce your soul decided she didn’t like the fact that I was no longer giving her attention. Up to this point we had thoroughly enjoyed each other on pretty much every surface around the office, but I knew we couldn’t keep it up. When I ended things with her she began to pout around the office all day and other women began to notice. She’d do things like walk up to me with a stack of papers, look my dead in the eye, and tell me what an asshole I was. She’d see me talking with someone and blatantly interrupt us. Her behavior was so odd that the girls around the office would sometimes corner me and ask me what the was deal between Petite Brunette and I.
One evening I was finishing up paperwork and the smoke-show of the office, let’s call her ‘Leydy’, walked in. She’s married and dresses very conservatively, but there is no physical way to hide a body like hers behind clothes. When I first met her I bee-lined to her in an attempt to make a new friend. I got shut down instantly, and for as long as I’d known her, to this point, she was the only woman around the office who’d set a clear boundary for me. My shameless flirting wouldn’t fly with her and I respected that boundary. But when she walked in that evening I could sense a difference. She cornered me just like I’d been cornered by the others in the weeks leading to this, but she asked me a simple question, “what did you do to her to make her so crazy?”
“Nothing. I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
“You know who I’m talking about,” she whispered to me as she leaned into my face. I was stunned and I was able to edge my way out of that corner and stumble out into the hallway. She didn’t follow me, but I knew what that was. She’d shattered her boundary with me. And it was exhilarating.
For a week it seemed like things with Leydy were fairly back to normal. I’d walk by her and she’d look up and acknowledge me just like always, until one day I noticed a lingering that was never there before. That extra half-second I’d feel her eyes on me brought me back to the moment I was cornered in the office with her face in mine and my heart pounding in my chest. I walked around all day with that thought and went home. I went to sleep and woke up the next morning to a text from her. It was a picture, to be exact, of Leydy in a tank top and pajama shorts. It was subtle, but since I knew how conservative she was I understood what this meant and replied with a simple, “they look great on you.” And went on with my day.
As it turns out Leydy had taken this particular day off. I couldn’t get her out of my head. Pairing that with the fact that petite brunette was still running around making my life a living hell was exhausting. I found myself at the bar that night having a couple beers as thoughts of Leydy kept spinning in my head. Why did she want to know what I did to make Petite Brunette so crazy? Why are all the girls so concerned with me and Petite Brunette? What’s my next move here? I left the bar.
I went home and opened the picture that Leydy sent me. I felt myself get rock-hard and in that moment I adjusted my cock to one side under my boxer briefs and took a picture of it. I wanted to see her face as she saw it for the first time so I waited until I saw her the next day. The next morning I found Leydy in one of the closed offices that I’d gotten to know very well in my adventures with Petite Brunette. I spun her chair around so she sat right in front of me as I towered over her. I shamelessly said “I enjoyed your picture from the other morning.”
“Oh yeah?” She responded with a slight grin.
“I have one for you, too,” I whispered as I pulled her in close with my phone in my hand. She grabbed the phone and saw the picture. Her eyes widened as she saw it and realized that my cock was growing under my slacks. She leaned forward and licked her lips almost as though she wanted me to put it in her mouth in that moment, but instead cocked her head to the side traced the outline of it with her index finger. She started from the tip to the base and back around to the tip and touched that finger to her lips. She then licked her finger and rolled the chair back and asked me to leave.
I did. I was confused, but I left. Back to my paperwork.
As I was entering the parking garage to leave for the evening my phone chimed. It was a text from Leydy that read, “now I know why she’s so crazy.”
“You can take him for a ride whenever you’d like, Leydy.” I played along.
“Where are you right now?” She responded.
“In the parking garage.”
“I want to taste him,” was the last text I got from her before I found myself in my truck waiting for her to appear.
When she appeared she had a look in her eye that made me forget about everything and anything but just her and I in that moment. I could feel how she trembled as she reached over and kissed me, her lips focused on mine, and her hands focused on my cock. She took him out and pinned me back against my chair and slowly began to trace him just like she’d done earlier in the office. This time she was letting the pre-cum build and when she got back to the tip she took it and licked it off her finger while staring deeply into my eyes. It was the single most sexy thing I had ever been a part of. She whispered in my ear, “that tastes so good” and proceeded to stroke the base of my cock with one hand while making her way down my shaft with her mouth in what I can only describe as the BEST blowjob I have ever gotten.
Minutes passed and she was on her knees in the passenger’s seat and I’d slipped her skirt up and her panties to the side while she was busy going down on me. Her panties were these lacy things that felt silky to the touch as they got soaked as wet as she was at this point. I reached back with both hands and stretched her apart as I saw her swollen pussy reflect in the window of my truck. Then in one swift motion I grabbed her, flipped her around, and found myself up on the console with my throbbing cock in hand.
I stood there admiring her body and the moment and her panting. I buried my face in her pussy for a while as she buried her face in the seat when I suddenly heard a faint, “please just fuck me already!” Hearing that I stood up as best I could and slowly inched my cock into her and with every inch her moans got increasingly louder. I felt her hand wrap around leg and she suddenly dug her nails dug into my skin as she begged me to fuck her harder. The aggression was definitely a turn on, so I did. I began taking long, deep, and hard strokes while feeling the body of this woman become one with mine.
We were animals for what seemed like hours (it was really 20-30 mins tops) and when we both came she crawled up to my face and kissed me, sweetly and almost arrogantly, and said, “I have never come like that with my husband.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hlp55h/she_knew_what_she_wanted_mf
Amazing!