I [M] banged my coworker [F] at the end of my first tax season. [MF]

As what would normally be the tax deadline approaches I’ve been thinking more and more about the opportunities that I’ve had during my career. Most of them professional, but some of them more NSFW. I figured I would share a story from my first busy season some time ago. To describe myself briefly, I’m a pretty average guy. I’ve been called handsome, but I think that has more to do with the fact that I am put together and practice normal self care. I excercise, eat right, and take care of my skin, hair, teeth.

Out of college I found a job with a small/mid sized firm. It was large enough that, after all this time, I couldn’t tell you how many employees there were, but it was small enough that at the time I quickly knew everyone’s name and faces. The junior staff skewed heavily female over male. In those first few months I had many questions, as new hires usually do, most too simple to bother a senior or manager with, so I leaned on the other juniors, most of them other first years and second years, to get some guidance. Ultimately, I directed most of my questions to Allie. It was her second year with the firm and she was great at explaining everything I needed to know. She was short, slim, with narrow hips, flawless pale skin, green eyes, a great butt, and breasts that I would describe as slightly more than a handful. She wore her black hair in a Bob and her smile was contagious.

Outside of busy season the workload was moderate at worst. Only on occassion would I work a Saturday, and if I did it would only be for 4 hours or so. All of the junior staff got together really well, and we would often hang out on weekends. Some days we would hike up to the nearest lake or hot spring and take a swim. Seeing the girls strip down to bikinis after seeing them in business casual was a treat. Allie’s body, lightly toned from an active life style, was a sight to behold. As the water trickled down her cleavage, I had to remind myself not to watch for too long, lest I become that creepy guy at work. Of course, that doesn’t mean I didn’t sneak as many glances as possible.

Other weekends we’d fall back on the old reliable; bars and clubs. We would get together, the men in their slacks and button ups, the girls in dresses that only ever reached mid calf at most, and drink a little and dance a little. Allie and I danced together often, her hands on my shoulders and sometimes around my neck, mine on her waist. We never kissed or grinded on each other. There seemed to be an unspoken line that we wouldn’t cross to try to maintain professionalism. Looking back I see that this might not make sense, but sometimes things are just that way. Maybe we were all just a particularly prudish bunch. Still, we spent a lot of time together during those nights out, and when there were too many people for anyone to want to volunteer to buy the round of drinks Allie and I still traded off buying each others. And when we danced I was always afforded a fantastic view of her perfect breasts. She wore dresses that only accentuated her already wonderful cleavage.

When tax season hit, it hit hard. Honestly, it was like the perfect storm. In January one of the supervisors quit without notice. In early February a junior left, deciding that this line of work really wasn’t his cup of tea. Later that month one of the seniors left to have a baby (obviously we had known this was coming for a while but it was still hard when combined with everything else). Finally, in early March one of the managers had a family emergency out of state that they had to go help with. They worked the rest of the season remotely, but it was still hard, especially since this was pre-Covid, before remote work had been shoved into high gear and become the new normal. Needless to say, we were slammed. Sixty hour weeks quickly became seventy hour weeks, which then became eighty. I think my worst week during that time was eighty-eight ours. Certainly not as bad as some in the profession have seen, but still no piece of cake. We were all stressed.

During that time, the last day of March, which was either a Friday or Saturday at this time, I don’t recall which, we made it out one more time, just a small group of us. We met up at one of our favorite clubs and got right to work. Nobody ever got really hammered when we went out together, and nobody did that night either, but we definitely let a little more loose than we usually did, each having probably one or two more drinks than was the custom.

At one point Allie took my hand, and guided me to the dance floor. This time though, instead of stopping and turning around, she kept pulling me closer until her ass was resting up against me. She placed my hands on her lower stomach. She started moving her hips to the music and, after the half second it took for my brain to catch up, so did I. As she swayed back and forth my dick made its way between her ass cheeks. I moved my hands from her waist to her lower hips and felt the line of a thin thong through the light fabric of her dress. The way she rubbed herself on me was exhilerating after so many busy weeks. As my cock started to stiffen into a semi I began to get a little nervous. You see, as my username suggests, I have a big dick. I won’t be weird and go into specific measurements, but I will say that I am very above average both in length and girth. And at that moment, I was worried that it might make things awkward to just get a big ass boner pushing right into her in from of our coworkers. Looking back, thst ass silly. Like my coworkers would have noticed my boner more than just the fact that we were grinding. I know…some things just don’t make sense. At just about that moment the song ended, and we made our way back to the bar. Not much happened during the rest of the night except this. I did notice Allie catch one of the other junior staff gal’s eye, and nod toward me, pointed down as though to indicate my dick.

For those of you waiting on the big show, it’s almost here, it’s coming.

April 16th finally came. Our firm, like many, had seasonal quotas for hours. They were divided in two tiers. The first had to be met in order to continue employement with the firm. Reaching the second tier earned a large bonus. Allie, myself, and one other junior staff had just barely missed the second tier. Management had decided that we could use April 16th to meet the quota by taking care of some office work; filing away some documents and preparing others to be picked up by clients. So we were there nice and early. The other junior only needed six hours to hit his quota, so he was out of there by early afternoon. Allie and I continued to work through the afternoon.

“It’ll be nice to finally be able to relax after all this is done,” she said as she took off the light jacket that she had brought. Under that jacked was a blouse and under that blouse, I could see, there was no bra. She was also wearing a knee length skirt. She smiled as she caught me looking at her chest. “Hey now, we have some more work to do.”

Finally, at eight o’clock, we had both hit our hours. We sat down in the office that we shared with two other juniors and laughed, glad to have made it to the end of the season and made some good money.

“Okay, let’s closer her up and go home,” I said. We walked around and turned off the lights. The office was now dark, but with the street lights outside and the light of the moon shining in through the windows, we could still see enough to move around. As we made our way back to our still lit office to grab out stuff our shoulders touched, our arms rubbing against each other once, twice, three times. When it became clear we weren’t going to pull away I went for it and put my arm around her. She pushed herself closer to me, putting her arm around me and pulling me closer.

By the time we’d reached the office door she had her hands around my neck, and pulled me down into a deep kiss. It started soft, then grew deeper, more intense, more needful. As we pulled away for air she sighed.

Her hand moved from my shoulder, down my chest, then my stomach, eventually making its way to my crotch, where my dick quickly stirred. I felt myself hardening, my cock beginning to strain against my slacks. I moved my hands up to caress her soft breasts. Her nipples hardened, and I teased them over her blouse, pinching one lightly and rubbing the tip of the other one.

Allie began to undo my belt, then unbottoned and unzipped my pants, our lips still pressed together in the passion of the moment. Her hand slipped into my pants, now massaging my cock over my briefs. I was entirely hard at that point.

Her lips left mine just long enough to chuckle and whisper, “I thought I might have been imagining it at the club, but this is exactly what I remember.”

As she rubbed me I began to undo the buttons on her blouse. When I was done I grabbed her tits, feeling their soft supple skin in my hands.

Allie pulled away again, her eyes dropping to look at my cock as it tried to break free. I took the opportunity to take in her boobs, as much as I could in the darkened office, which were flawless. Her nipples were a very very light pink, almost ghost nipples. As mentioned previously, they were just a bit more than a handful, and as I lightly kneaded them Allie moaned in pleasure.

Finally, Allie pulled my briefs down. My hard cock was pulled downward with my briefs, then quickly swung back up. It bobbed there as Allie gasped, “Oh my God, your dick is so big.” I chuckled in response. She took it in one hand, lightly tugging at it. She pushed me against the desk and I leaned back, not quite sitting as she lowered herself to her knees. She placed her other hand on my dick, using them both now to massage up and down my shaft. Then she took my head into her mouth. She bobbed there for a moment, then took my cock out of her mouth to lick up my shaft a few times, from my balls to my head then back. Each stroke felt better and better. Eventually she put me back into her mouth, continuing to jack off whatever portion of my shaft was sticking out.

Eventually I felt myself nearing orgasm. I didn’t want to run the risk of not being able to go further with this if she was down, and I knew that if it was going to go that way that I’d need to prepare her. I took her hand and pulled her up, moving her against the desk and laying her back over it, moving a keyboard and some pens and notes aside as I did.

I kissed my way down her neck, then her chest, stopping to take one of her stiff nipples into my mouth, my fingers on her other nipple. I kissed it, licking the tip, circling around it with my tongue. I switched to her other nipple and repeated this process a few times before continuing to kiss my was down her stomach, and then lower, as I skipped over her bunched up skirt, and moved my face to her mound.

Allie gasped as my mouth came to rest on her pussy. “Fuck,” she whispered. I kissed up and down slowly. Then I let my tongue just come out, slipping it into her pussy lips. I came to rest near the top of her pussy, my tongue moving to find her clit. She put her hand onto my head, moving it into my hair, then pulled me to one side ever so slightly, changing the angle of my mouth and by extension my tongue. “There,” she murmered.

As I continued to lick her clit she gave directions. “Tap it with your tongue…now up and down…now swirl.” I was into it. Never underappreciate a girl who will tell you exactly how to get her off. With each new direction her breathing became more be labored, her voice rising slightly in pitch until finally she gasped “I’m gonna… Ah… Oh my God! Fuck!”

Her hips bucked, her back arched, and she moaned again. Her hips bucked a few more times (slightly exaggerated to the point that I think it was more a show for my benefit than anything), and her moans subsided. She caught her breath. I stood and grabbed a tissue from the box on one of the cabinets in the room, wiping her fluids off my mouth and chin.

“You ready?” I asked.

“To fuck?” she asked. “Only if you have condoms, the ones in my purse are regulars. Not gonna work.”

“I’ve got some in my backpack.”

I knelt and grabbed my condom from the bag I used to transport my work laptop and other paper documents, opened it and rolled it onto my dick.

“Sit down,” said Allie, “I’ll need to start slowly.”

I did as she asked, sitting in my usual work chair. She pulled her skirt back up and took my cock in the other hand as she guided it, moving it down as I began to enter her with my head. She lowered herself just a little more, raising herself then lowering herself just a little further each time.

“Goddamn,” she said as she got about two thirds of the way down my dick. Then, in one long slow motion, she pushed herself the rest of the way down, her ass coming to rest against me. She let out another quivering moan. Then, rather than raise herself, she began to grind on me just like that, with me balls deep in her pussy. It was so tight, the pressure on the head of my cock was intense, and the sensation awesome. Her enveloping warmth illicited a deep, primal part moan part growl from deep within me. My hands explored her, moving up her stomach to reach up to her breasts, and moving down to grab at her beautiful ass.

Me moved like that for some time. What felt like hours but was really minutes. Eventually she mentioned that she couldn’t hold that position for much longer. I pushed her up off my cock, her wet pussy making a slurping noise in the process. She bent over the desk and I took in the view of her ass. I’d been watching it all this time while she rode me, but seeing it from a slightly different angle was still so stimulating. I crouched and pulled back from her just enough to position my cock, and pushed into her.

“Fuck me hard now,” she implored. “Fuck me hard.”

I obliged, taking one hip in each hand and pulling her back onto my cock as I thrust forward into her. I did this slowly for a while, building up the pressure till I was pressed very hard against her, then pulling back. Her moans intensified.

“Faster,” she requested. “Faster now. Faster…fuck!”

Again I obliged. Increasing my speed. At the height of our fucking, I was pounding her so hard and fast, the clapping sound of her ass against me was so loud, that anyone who walked in the front of the office would have heard and known exactly what was happening in our room in the back of the building.

Finally, her moans grew louder once again and she gasped “fucking…yes…yes…yes…” as her pussy clenchdd and shuddered on my dick. My mind went blank in ecstacy and I too came, my cock throbbing inside her as I exploded deep inside her, my own cum flowing up the condom around my cock with how much of it there was. We sat there like that, me still inside her as we came down from our mutual orgasm.

“Damn,” she said as she stood back up.

“Right?” I responded. “Hell of a thrill.”

As we cleaned up after ourselves and put ourselves back together, I was Ina daze over what had just happened. We locked up and headed toward the parking lot. I walked her to her car.

“So,” I asked, “where did that come from?”

“You’re a cool guy,” she replied, “always have been. And after that last night at the club I got super curious.” She laughed, “you know, I wanted to try it out.”

We stepped up to her car and she unlocked it, opening the back door to throw her bag in.

“Oh really,” I asked. I’m not the smoothest talker.

“Yeah,” she shrugged as she closed that door and opened the driver’s door. “I mean, I’m not the only one…”

She got in, closed the door, started the engine, and backed out. As she shifted gears and began to pull away she smiled coyly at me, waving as she drove away. Standing under the lamplight in the cool early evening I stood, processing what I had just heard.

“What?”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mhx7uz/i_m_banged_my_coworker_f_at_the_end_of_my_first