So, I’m in the waiting area at work today, speaking with a colleague. Someone comes in, and we turn. In walks someone I’ve never seen before – tall, bearded, stunningly handsome. Before he remembered to slip his mask on, I catch a glimpse of his strong jawline. My colleague excuses himself, and leaves me with this stranger.
His name is Maurice, he says, and he’s here to see someone about something that I have no clue about. As he talks, I’m scanning his body and taking in the view. I catch the gist of what he said, and take him to see who he’s here to see.
In the elevator he starts talking to me, and he holds my gaze. I’m grateful for the mask, it hides my flushed face. I introduce him to the right person, and head to my office. He says goodbye, and holds my gaze until I turn around.
I sit down to get work done, but I’m daydreaming before I know it. I imagine hearing a knock on my door. I imagine Mauricio coming into my office to thank me for showing him around. I imagine him shutting the door, and finding some reason to drop his pants. I think about how I’d give him the perfect blowjob. For Mauricio, I pull out my best tricks. Stroking his dick as I play with his balls in my mouth. Running my tongue up the underside of his dick, before circling the very tip. Teasing him, just my tongue lapping up the precum. I start to wonder what his dick looks like.
And then (in real life) theres a knock on the door, and Maurice walks in. I hadn’t even closed my door. He thanks me for showing him around, and asks to exchange cards. We do, he tells me he’s going to call, and he scans my body up and down. He gives me one last look, and then heads out.
I walk to the bathroom as fast as I can. Private washrooms, so no one can hear. I wash my hands (I feel like I have to mention that) and slip my hand into my skirt. I was not expecting my pussy to be nearly as wet as it was. My panties were soaked. My clit throbbed as I brushed it gently, before plunging two fingers inside me.
I alternate between fingering myself and rubbing my clit as I replay my daydream. I use my right hand to steady myself against the countertop as my breath quickened. I bend over and think about him fucking me from behind, his (hopefully) thick cock filling me perfectly. I think that I’d like him to be a little rough, pulling my hair and fucking me harder. I think about him leaning over to tell me to cum, and then in real life I do. I clamp my mouth shut to stifle the squeal. I love to have my fingers inside my when I cum. I like to feel my pussy pulse and throb around them. I imagine that I’m pulsing and throbbing around Mauricio’s dick, and I cum again. I imagine the feeling of warm cum filling me, and then I realize I’m fantasizing about being creampied by a stranger I met 1 hour ago. And then in real life, I cum again.
And then my dream world fades and I’m firmly planted in real life. I clean up and head back to my office.
The next day I come in, and I have 1 voice mail. It’s Mauricio, asking me out for dinner. In real life, my pussy throbs.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pd57dm/fm_workplace_fantasy