I unbuttoned my pants for him — “You’ll rip them,” I said. [FM]

It was Wednesday and I was feeling antsy; like I had an energy that I needed to expel. I was feeling a bit saucy, slutty and bored and I wanted to do something about it.

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My colleague, who I have been sporadically hooking up with/fucking, had asked me to put aside some medical grade wipes for him, since I get them from my supervisor. They have been sitting in my office for weeks, and I decided that today would be a great day to drop them by on my way out. I emailed to ask if he still wanted them and told him I would come by.

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I got to his office and his window was already partially covered—he had prepared for me. I guess I hadn’t totally committed to my purpose, because I was being a little coy. Also, it had been more than 2 months since our last encounter and I didn’t know where we stood. But, we hugged when I got there and he buried his face in my neck and kissed it. I guess I knew where I stood now.

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We mostly chatted, we haven’t seen each other in a while and we are—after all—friends. He has a tell. He picks lint off my pants and touches me in mostly appropriate ways, but still finds a way to touch me. He stretches out his legs so that they are surrounding me, but not touching me. I’ve been there almost an hour and he keeps checking his watch so I decide to move thing along a bit. I wrap my legs around one of his legs; he moves close to me and asks me how long I’m going to stay; I say I can stay a bit longer. He kisses me a couple of times and then locks the door. He tries to do it quietly so no one will hear, but he fails at that. He covers the window.

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I stand up and we kiss. His tongue all in my mouth, warm and wet. My hands on his arms—ugh their so strong. His hands roaming under my shirt, grabbing my tit, then traveling down my back to my ass and grabbing a handful of my right ass cheek. He knows what he wants today, unzipping my pants, but leaving them buttoned and finding his way around my lace underwear to my pussy lips. There was a frantic-ness to it—like he needed it. I unbuttoned my pants for him—“You’ll rip them,” I said. Then he stuck his fingers inside me, causing my leg to shake and a moan to escape from my mouth. I moaned into his neck. He started to pull my pants down and pulled his cock out of his pants, “what do you want to do,” he asked. He took the lead and sat on his rolling desk chair and told me to turn around and sit on him. I did as I was told. He felt smooth going inside me and he held my hips, just the way I like, as I moved up and down on top of him. A sexual encounter wouldn’t be complete without a bit of awkwardness, though. Every time we pumped, the chair rolled and we couldn’t get a rhythm. Eventually the chair backed up against the wall and I could go to work.

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In our previous encounters, I had been unable to showcase my full set of fucking skills—usually due to location. So, I was able to put in some work, which seemed to work because he needed a break, but quickly begged me to sit back on his cock, sticking out of his pants. As I guided him back inside me, he fucked me in earnest, pushing my hips off as his was about to cum. I handed him one of the disposable masks we have to wear and he came in it—which I think is so poignant. He was concerned he got some cum on my pants, but I didn’t see anything.

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The after-sex, at work, in his office, is a weird space to be in. We kissed a bit. “Pleasure doing business with you,” I said. He smiled and laughed. I gathered my stuff and we walked out of his office together.

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I really am a stupid slut, but at least I’m a stupid slut who knows what I want.

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