My coworker’s ring is massive. We both work in news, she’s on-air and I’m the producer. Together, with a camera guy, we typically travel around the state, covering local topics. I write and coordinate, she reads and helps put it all together. The camera guy shoots. We stay in bad hotels, we eat at bad restaurants, and we put a lot of miles on rental cars.
Needless to say, we’ve spent some time getting to know each other. Her husband is never around, also traveling for work, and comes from money (hence the ring) so while she’s away he’s either traveling or on some trip with his family, fly fishing in Idaho.
I’m perpetually single. Too many hours in edit bays and on the road make it hard to make (and maintain) connections.
The one time I met her husband was at a holiday party. The only time we were alone he said, “I like you. You’re a good guy. Don’t let me hear about your sneaking into her hotel room, though.” And then he walked off. He’s not the most intimidating man, I’m actually taller and more in shape than he is, but he’s clearly insecure about his wife’s closeness to a male coworker.
Regardless my coworker is hot. Objectively, so. She’s built like a fitness model and, because of our job, I only ever see her put together and dressed to the nines. Even when we did a story on a dairy farm she still wore six-inch heels and a pencil-thin dress, hugging her shapely hips and handling the contours of her large tits. She never shows cleavage on air, but you can tell they ain’t small.
One night we were driving out to a recent tornado after site. Huge storm with tons of destruction. Sad, when you think about it, but great news. She was bitching about her husband more so than usual and, per usual, I was on the receiving end of it. Our camera guy had his headphones, asleep in the back.
As we pulled in closer to the town the destruction became more evident. We got notice that more people died. Our story had just found his wife’s body so he was now unavailable which means we’re starting from scratch in the morning. Stress on top of stress.
Our hotel was somehow spared, a beacon in the distance of running water and power. Wifi and a warm bed. We pulled into the parking lot and saw downed trees and a turned-over car. When we checked in they told us that the power had been iffy lately because they keep having to reset the grid in the area. It was only one night and we were exhausted so as long as the beds were clean and the water ran, we were good.
The camera guy went up immediately. The two of us got a nightcap at the bar to try to strategize. We were the only ones there and even the bartender was basically not around, either on the phone or smoking outside.
“Is it hot in here? The AC must be busted,” she said and took her sweater off revealing an undershirt that barely fit. Her black bra shone through the white cotton, the lace outlines of flowers, and the plump shape of her *decolletage* startled me. I had never seen her so… exposed.
“Yeah, it’s a bit warm,” I say and bring up work again. Trying to plow through it all was hard to focus. Whether it was the long drive, the hot bar, or her leaning over to look at our computer, her tits hanging out a bit. Our knees would touch occasionally and we’d adjust accordingly, but the physicality made my mind wander in places rather unprofessional.
“I tell you what. Why don’t you get your beauty sleep, I’ll make some more calls, and we can reconvene first thing tomorrow,” I suggest. She says, “You read my mind. Thank you.” And puts her hand on my knee for a second after the thank you. I try to conceal my shock but it must’ve registered.
Up we go to our rooms, hers is on the floor below me. On the way to mine, my head is swimming with what had just happened. Was it a thank you? Was she interested? Does she just get touchy when she has a few beers?
I tried to wipe it out of my mind. We work too closely for these thoughts. I got into my room, cranked the AC, took a quick shower, got out my computer again, and lifted the receiver right when the room goes dark. Power’s out. I try to call the front desk but there’s no signal.
I walk into the hallway and the only lights are the fire escape ones. I take the stairs down to the lobby and notice there’s power here. I tell the front desk my power’s out. They say they don’t know how long it’ll be out but it should be soon.
Great. So much for work.
I begin the walk back up the stairs and, again, my mind starts to wander. Well, maybe I can use her phone to get things done. It won’t take long, the power will be back on in time for sure. I should at least just knock and see.
Before I know it, I’m already standing in front of her door. I hesitantly knock three times and wait. It was only a minute but it felt like an hour. Finally, she answers.
This time wearing a t-shirt, booty shorts, and clearly nothing else. Her nipple’s shown like pencil erasers and her ass could barely fit in her shorts. Her room smelled like lavender and cherry blossoms. I try to explain the power situation. She said hers had been on the whole time and I could totally use her phone and she lets me in.
There’s only one bed and the phone is on the nightstand. Nervously, I sit on the bed. She opens the mini-fridge and pulls out two beers. “Don’t worry, [accountant] loves me,” and she hands me one. She lies on it, too, on her side, her tits falling on each other, sipping her beer.
I make a call and leave a voicemail. I look at the time and say, “Well, at this rate no one’s going to answer.”
“Probably not,” she says. “What do you want to do? That road coffee is giving me a second wind.”
I shrug, “Anything on?” We flick through the channels and, honestly, the only thing good is Wild Things.
“Well, here’s to a wild night,” she says and we cheers. She immediately slides into a comfier position, close to me. Our hips and shoulders touching. I can look directly down her shirt and make out the very edge of her pink nipples, her tan lines are beckoning my hands and I can feel my cock start to grow harder. At this point, I want her to notice. At this point, I want her to ride me until this bed falls apart. I want to fuck her as if a tornado went through this room.
“I forgot how hot this movie is,” she says. She could’ve just said it aloud, but instead, she leaned over and practically whispered it, as if we had an audience. I could feel her lips flick against my ear and it was then that I knew it was on…
Part 2 coming soon
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n6dnkm/my_forbidden_affair_with_a_coworker_part_1
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