When I was in my early 20s, I did an internship at an office several states away from where I lived. Growing up in a religious community, where everyone knew every member of my family and believed I should be a bastion of sexual purity, I used this as an opportunity to finally branch out without the fear or repercussion.
And so, for the first time ever, I downloaded Tinder.
I chatted with several women before settling on a longer, deeper conversation with Lexi. We had a pretty similar upbringing, so she understood where I was coming from. She got the strange paranoia around sex, around “somebody finding out,” about what religious parents would think. And like most people who grew up religious, she was kind of a freak in bed.
Which is unfortunate when you don’t have a bed.
During my internship, I lived in a house full of guys (believe it not, religious prudes) so doing anything where I lived was impossible. She lived with her parents (one being a pastor), so doing anything there was also out of the realm of possibility. The only possible spot for us (or at least, in our horny-rattled brains) was the office where I worked. And so that’s what we did.
I worked in a small office at a start-up; only about six other people worked in that part of the building, and they were all gone for the night. I brought Lexi inside, prepared to tell people that I was giving her a tour and that she was a friend of mine. When we realized that it was empty, we jumped right into it.
I told her to get ready while I closed the blinds. In a mad rush, I sprinted around the perimeter of the office, ripping the blinds down to cover the windows and give ourselves some much-needed (but highly suspicious) darkness. Meanwhile, Lexi raised her dress, hooked her thumbs around her thong, and dropped them to the floor. I returned just in time to see her half-leaning on my desk, dress hiked up, fingers rubbing her glistening, waxed pussy. “We don’t have much time.”
“I won’t need it.”
I rushed forward and kissed her, trying to take off my belt at the same time. But after a second or two of fumbling, we switched roles. Her hands eagerly grabbed my belt while mine started gently rubbing her folds. I had never been with a girl who had her vulva waxed, so I reveled in the smoothness before realizing how amazing it would feel on my lips and my tongue.
I grabbed her thighs and hoisted her up onto the desk. She took my cue immediately, spreading her legs at first but then closing them around me as I pressed my lips against her pussy. I don’t remember every detail of the encounter, but some things are still so visceral to me years after the experience. I remember her bronze skin and how it glowed in the dim light; how smooth every part of her was; the feeling of her thighs pressing tight against my head; and the taste of her dripping pussy as I swirled my tongue through each and every valley of her body. And then, of course, I remember when she said, “I’ve always wanted to be fucked in my dress.”
I took her cue this time. I stood up, wiped my lips on her lips, and lined up our hips. I slipped into her pussy with ease. At the height of the desk, I couldn’t kiss her easily, but she rested her head against my neck and wrapped her arms around me, bracing herself fully as I started thrusting. I steadied myself against the desk, relishing the feeling of her warm, wet pussy around my cock. I started looking around in a panic for any security cameras I might have forgotten about, but after she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my ass, I realized it didn’t matter. If I was fucked, I was fucked. Might as get fucked along the way.
Eventually, the angle was too much for us and we decided to do something more stable. Lexi pushed me back, and my cock briefly felt the cold air outside of her body. She turned around, pressed one hand against the desk, and used the other to pull her floral dress up over her perfectly round ass. She glanced over her shoulder, pinned her dress to her side with elbow, and arched her back for access. I didn’t waste any time.
I put one hand on her side, taking over the duty of holding her dress up while I once again slipped into her pussy. This was my first one-night stand, and I was briefly dazed by the realization that I didn’t know this girl’s last name, but here I was six inches deep into her body. The thought that this seemingly innocent church girl was bent over my desk, stifling her moans by biting the collar of her dress while I fucked her doggystyle at work, was enough to send me over.
“Cum inside me,” she whispered, afraid that someone might hear. I spanked my hands against her ass cheeks, gripping them tight as I exploded inside of her. I released months of pent-up sexual frustration all at once, and then stood there, still inside of her, while we both caught our breath and calmed. I took the moments after to explore her body, to run my hands down her back, through her hair, around to feel her breasts. It would soon be time to pull out, but for a moment I reveled in what it felt like to be close to another human being without needing to be close in any other way. We both knew what it was like to be deprived of this basic human feeling, and both needed to revel in it before it went away again.
And then we realized the floor below us was carpeted, and about a gallon of our collective spills were about to drip out of her when I pulled out, and the feeling of ecstasy went away entirely.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rjmkcg/mf_crossing_a_line_at_work
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