Work flirtation leads to the best blowjob of [M]y li[F]e

One drunken night after a work happy hour, my coworker let me feel her boobs.

A group of us had been drunkenly bar hopping and our sober (ish) friend had agreed to host an after party. We piled into the car laughing and talking and excited to continue our night.

Someone suggested we stop for food. Always a hit with drunk people. The driver and the person next to me in the car volunteered to go in. My coworker was sitting in the front passenger seat and I was in the back seat directly behind her.

We were alone in the car when she made some comment about how everyone had felt her boobs tonight. That was something I had missed at the bar. I immediately piped up, ‘I haven’t!’ And she goes, in the sexiest voice ever, words that burned into my brain forever “You can touch my boobs.” I don’t know if it was the alcohol talking or I had missed some signs, but god damn if that wasn’t music to my ears.

Now this girl had the most perfect boobs I have ever laid my eyes on. As a result, drunk me probably lurched a little too fast. She had turned around in the front seat once the other two went in for food. My left hand immediately pawed at her right breast, squeezing gently. She closed her eyes in pleasure. I could not believe my luck. It was over a golden shirt and bra, but from that moment on I was hooked. I could not get over her. Or her magnificent tits.

A description of the players: I am your typical white guy with just enough muscle to not be embarrassingly skinny. Very extroverted and I have a knack for making people laugh and getting the party started.

She is the definition of foxy. Voluptuous. Curvy. Super fun. Has a smile that lights up the room when she finds something funny. Her lips are so luscious, a picture of those could be the dictionary definition for DSLs. Her hair is curly and soft, and she is quick witted and competitive, always down for pretty much anything.

One touch of her breasts (well breast) and I was obsessed. Unfortunately, right about then, our friends came back with food and I quickly withdrew my hand, immediately repositioning my boner within my work pants so that I could get out of the car eventually.

I do not remember the afterparty, but something changed that night. That change manifested itself most clearly over the interwork chat. Our office had just gotten skype (this was a while ago) and of course we used it to waste time. Most of our chats, as you might imagine, were simply bitching about work and our coworkers, but sprinkled in here and there was some hardcore flirting and sharing of our sexual histories. This led to lingering gazes, ample cleavage and completely unnecessary visits to each other’s cubicles. Future happy hours included LOTS of teasing.

One day during an especially spicy chat, I tell her I have a boner. In my cubicle. Thinking of her. In response, she comes over to take a look. She bites her lip in the sexiest way imaginable. In order to cover for the fact that she is just standing awkwardly in my cube, she says something out loud about something work related. I have no idea what the hell she was talking about. I was amazingly turned on. My erection had gone down my leg as I was sitting in my office chair. Due to the angle of my leg, the outline was VERY clear and VERY visible. I was showing off and fucking loving it.

And so was she.

She goes back to her cubicle, or so I think. She doesn’t respond to my chats for a bit. 15ish minutes later, she once again pops up active and goes “Oh my god.”

“Did you like it?” I asked, desperate for affirmation.

“Yea I liked it, I just went to the bathroom to take care of myself.”

I nearly nut my pants right then and there. From that day onwards, we would tell each other when we were going to the bathroom to take care of yourselves. And thus began my ‘masturbate at work’ phase.

This culminated one day into us talking about what we would do to each other and eventually me saying, we should go to the stairs. The stairway locked from the inside, a safety measure for some reason. That meant that no one used it, everyone in the building used the elevator.

Heart pounding, I made my way to the stairs. I had brought a cheap pen with me. I placed that in the door.

Looking back, I have no idea why I did that. The door opened from the hallway, that was not necessary for her to enter. I guess maybe I put it in there in case she didn’t show? Or maybe it was so that we could easily return to the office afterwards?

No matter, after barely a minute of heart pounding waiting, my heart jumped as I heard the door creak open. She appeared on the other side. With her leg bent and with a sexy as flourish she dramatically held the pen up and dropped it on the ground. Biting her lip, she made her way down the stairs to the landing in between the floors where I was waiting, looking like a model descending the staircase.

She made it down to me and I took her in my arms, our lips finding each other in a furious make out session. The energy from weeks of build up, horny chats, countless masturbation sessions all coming to the fore in a frantic manner. I felt her luscious lips on mine. Our tongues began to dance, flicking this way and that.

I was so excited that this was finally happening, I did not know what to do with my hands. AT first I squeezed her chest. Outlining those beautiful boobs underneath her bra, her blouse, and her work cardigan. I made the decision to not try to fumble through 3 layers of clothing, especially when this was an illicit meeting and instead my hands made their way south. She was wearing a skirt and I began to rub her through her panties with one hand.

The other unzipped my pants. I wanted to make it easy to give her access, hoping that she would do the same. Maybe unbutton her shirt. Maybe take off her panties.

Lips still locked in furious embrace I guided her hand to my cock, now sprung from the prison of cloth that had contained it.

Instead of reciprocating, giving me easy access to her flesh, she instead broke off our embrace and dropped down to her knees.

Well this was an unexpected surprise i thought, though in retrospect it made total sense. We could get caught at any moment, best to make this quick.

Then she said the second phrase that has stuck in my brain all the years. . .

“Wow you are a big boy. . .”

I swear my dick almost exploded. I literally felt extra blood shoot into my already very turgid shaft. Something about this sexy ass woman seeing me for the first time and expressing how impressed she was made me feel like a fucking god.

She took me in her mouth, her juicy lips enveloping my cock. Her tongue swirled around the tip as her hand gripped my shaft. There I was. In the stairwell of work, dick out, the hottest girl in the office on her knees and taking me in her mouth. That moment will live on forever in my mind.

With all the build up, and the sexy nature of the taboo situation we found ourselves in, I did not last long. It was not an embarrassing showing. I did not shoot my load down her throat immediately. I also did not last so long that it became a chore for her jaw and knees, running the risk of us getting caught. No, her mouth on my dick had a goldilocks moment. Between 5 to 10 minutes of the sexiest blowjob from the most gorgeous woman with the world’s softest lips. She bobbed her head and my length disappeared into her mouth. Her hand jerking me, twisting expertly.

I wanted to see those tits. I wanted to eat her out. More than anything I wanted to fuck her brains out on the stairwell.

Instead, a few incredible minutes later I warn her that I am about to cum. Her expression somehow becomes self satisfied and determined all at once, a tough thing to pull off with a thick cock in your mouth. In seconds my dick starts to pulse, and I begin to shoot my load into her mouth, rope after rope. Her expression remains unchanged as she swallows it all down, not missing a beat.

My balls finally empty, she ends her virtuoso performance with a final swirl of the tongue on my tip, making sure to get every last drop. She releases my cock with pop and stands up, a smile across her face.

I am spent. I lean against the wall, breathing heavy trying to compose myself. I stuff my dick away, thanking her and telling her what a wonderful experience that was and more or less just babbling as my brain cannot process what just happened.

We walk down the dozen flights of stairs or so to come out of the emergency exit on the back side of the building, winding our way around to re-enter the building through the lobby.

The rest of the day, all I can do is replay those magical minutes in the stairwell. Needless to say, I did not get much work done.

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