Finally Getting to Fuck my Work Crush [MF]

After I graduated college I was burnt the fuck out. I hated class and I just wanted to finally have a job and a little money. I had a bachelor’s degree so landing bullshit office jobs became exponentially easier for me. So I moved back home and let me tell you, I landed the perfect bullshit job. For 11 dollars an hour I worked at a reasonably large data-processing center. It was one of those law firms you hear about on TV, “call us right now if you were exposed to asbestos.” My main job was to take the scratchy handwritten letters and documents clients would send us and copy the information into the computer. As simple as that. I was also lucky in that I one of the few employees that A. was a guy and B. had a truck. So they also would have me and and some of the other guys in the office move boxes up the highway to our storage facility. So it goes without saying that we would get high as balls while driving those boxes to the storage. No one was ever in the storage building so we had all the freedom to do whatever we wanted so long as those boxes got there safe and were organized in the *exact* way that my OCD boss wanted. We put up some cheesy calendar with super photoshopped chicks in bikinis, a big mexican bud light ad that was in spanish, my grandpa’s axis deer mount, and even had some old couch that one of the guys had needed to get rid of.

Some days when we knew it was slow we would purposely take longer than we needed and no one ever said shit. My boss was pretty oblivious to weed so never really caught on that we were just getting high as fuck during these trips, or that we had made a little corner in the storage facility our mancave. So we were sitting there one day and it hotter than two rats fucking in a wool sock except this wool sock was wet, meaning it was also humid as fuck. It was one of those days where you woke up sweating in bed, washed off the sweat in the shower, put on clothes and immediately start sweating again. Me and Hector were sitting on the couch with our shirts off with our arms stretched behind us trying to get every inch of our drenched bodies blown by the two fans we had on at full blast. We both knew it wasn’t helping because the fans were simply just blowing hot air at us at a faster speed.

“Fuck it’s hot,” said Hector and I conquered as I started to have a coughing fit from the weed vapor. We had just decided that on this last trip we were going to get it done as quick as possible and then chill. Me and Hector were pretty good friends. We mostly talked about cars, weed, politics. The one thing I noticed we never talked about was girls. I mean we both knew we *liked* girls but I guess we never got to us. He turns to me and drops the classic line, “So who do you think is the hottest in the office?” I turn to him, “Ok so we all can agree that there is one who is objectively the hottest.” “Sandra” we both said at the same time. We both started laughing. Sandra was hot. She was in her late 20s, had the roundest ass you would ever see. She worked out daily and it was showing. However she was super religious, married, and while she was very nice, she was painfully boring to talk to. This story is not about Sandra. Hector let out his cloud of vapor smoke, “so realistically man, I would want to fuck Erin.” “Yeah Erin is hot for sure, definitely not my type though, too much uhhhhh cowgirl shit.” Hector wore boots every day even in weather like this so Erin was indeed the right girl for him. He also drove a bigger truck than me and we both know if she had to choose, Hector is who she would chose to saddle up on.

“I like Sonia dude.” As soon as I said this Hector laughed, “no fucking way man that girl is cold as fuck.” “Nah, you just haven’t gotten to know her, she’s just quiet and I’m like 90% positive she smokes weed.” Hector agreed with me that he would indeed “fuck Sonia” but told me that everyone in the office hated her. I knew this, I had worked with her before and she was always very short with me and straight to the point. Like a computer program spitting code out to you. Follow these instructions exactly how I wrote them. She would pass me handwritten charts with perfect handwriting. I respected how organized she was and would always smile and be polite to her. It never seemed to have an effect. Most people in the office wrote her off as bitchy and Sonia could not have cared less.

Physically speaking she was around 5’2”, had long jet black hair down to her mid back, a peite frame with boobs slightly bigger than you would expect. As a matter of fact she had great boobs, a good handful even for a girl as short as her. She wore dresses almost every day especially in the summer. They were mostly black and a little too nice for how most people at work dressed. Just as a reference I wore jeans and a golf polo almost every day. She very clearly cared about how she looked and she always looked nice and put together, every hair in it’s perfect place. She had light brown smooth skin and wore a pair of tortoiseshell glasses that honestly make her look very hot to me. I too wear tortoiseshell glasses so we already had this one thing in common. She had an accent as well. She later told me it was because she didn’t learn english till she was around eight. Her voice was very pleasing to the ear and I always enjoyed the rare times she would talk to me. She was also about 4 years older than me.

My other friend at the office, Sara, had told me a little about her over lunch one day when we were talking about the girls we’d fuck at the office. She said she had to work on a big project with her and that they conversed in Spanish while sorting and filing docs. She told me she was an devout atheist, lover of science and animals, and just waiting for the right moment to go back and finish school. She didn’t know the reason why she had left but it didn’t seem like anything Sonia wanted to talk about. She was indeed single or at least just had the occasional fuck-buddy. She lived alone with her and her dog Jerry. She liked to give her pets people names, another thing we had in common. I honestly had quite the crush on her and told Hector this. While he still laughed he looked over at me with genuine care than any good friend has, “you should talk to her bro.” “Nah, fuck that and then what? Just have her be creeped out by me for the rest of our time here.” Hector shrugged and passed me the pen.

Sometimes things just work out. I don’t believe in destiny but one day Sonia came into the room I worked in and passed my desk. One of the other ladies had cornered her in the bathroom and asked if she knew how to braid and now poor Sonia was obligated to braid this weird lady’s hair. I clearly could tell she was uncomfortable but with perfect mechanical movement she made the most perfect braid I had ever seen and bounced as quickly as she came. I smelled her scent as she passed and just sat and enjoyed it. *Oh well*.

Suddenly and without out warning I received a work-chat from Sonia. I actually didn’t believe it and had closed out the program and reopen it. “Well that was awkward…” Sure enough this message had been her. I laughed and quickly typed back, “looks like you made a new friend!” “Ugh stop it, she cornered me in the bathroom as I was washing my hands!” Back and forth we went. I knew if I ever got this opportunity that I would be able to keep her interested. I brought up the one topic that I knew she would love to talk about, “Do you ever get annoyed with how incompetent all the workers here are?” If my conversation with Sonia was a fish, I had just set the hook. After that line, we talked about everything. Over work chat she was a totally different person. Her shyness melted away as we both shared our interests. It might have been the only day of work I wasn’t counting the minutes till 5 o’clock. “Dude, I have gotten nothing done today,” was the chat she sent at 4:45. “Uhh me neither lol.” By the time 5 o’clock came she was gone, disappeared off to whatever mysterious life she lived outside work. No goodbye.

To my joy, the next month we became friends. We talked on work chat every day. Summer was at its peak and so was Sonia’s dress game. We had this mutual unspoken understanding that we never really talked to other co-workers about our conversations. We had both shared a bit of person incriminating information and so trust had been built very quickly. Because I was so busy back and forth moving boxes, I eventually got her phone number and we would text throughout the day. She did in fact smoke weed and would occasionally join me for lunch. In person she was funny, witty, and seemed to laugh a lot at all the stupid shit I was saying. We would get high as fuck in either her truck or mine and explore all the local places around our office to eat.

At this point I had no idea where this was going but I did not want to blow it. I was desperate for an answer so one day I just straight up asked her to get drinks after work, just the two of us. WIth no hesitation she said yes and we both met at a bar near her apartment so we would avoid running into any other co-workers at the places around the office. That day she was in red. She had a this thing about wearing converse or vans with really nice dresses. It was like her signature thing. But this dress left little to the imagination. The damn thing seemed to stop right where the good part started. She had gotten in trouble at work for wearing dresses too short but she never gave a fuck. She was one of their most valued project managers at the office and she owned so many dresses that the next day she would just wear a new dress just as short. So we are sitting at some hole in the wall bar near her apartment, I noticed that on her second drink she started getting extra giggly.

I was two drinks ahead of her and started to get bold so I finally spilled my boldest line yet, “Sonia, you’re really fucking cool.” She paused and for a second my heart skipped as she took a sip of her Vodka soda, “you’re cool as shit too, why didn’t we talk sooner?” We both made eye contact and smiled and for the first time I noticed this look that she was giving me. At this point in my life I was getting better at recognizing the “I would fuck you look” and she seemed to be giving me a rather clear signal. As I stated earlier, sometimes things just work out. “I need to go let my dog out, do you want to follow me to my place and we can smoke a bowl?” *Damn.* “Of course!” I said smiling and in five short minutes we were walking up to her third story apartment. We were greeted right away by Jerry, a pit bull that was very excited to see us. His tail was slapping the wall so hard I thought he might make a mark. She put a leash on him and turned to me, “load a bowl please, I’ll be right back.” I don’t know how I managed to load a bowl, even five drinks deep my hands were shaking. I had been crushing on this girl since I started this job and I seemed to be going in a direction that I wanted it to. Sonia’s apartment was not as tidy as I had expected. It wasn’t dirty but it felt like a nest. She had two bookshelves completely full of books, a desk with two monitors in a corner meant for an office. It was the home of a nerd. She had multiple posters on the wall, one of Einstein riding his bike, another of the famous “Pale Blue Dot” photo with accompanying Carl Sagan speech on it. I had yet to see her bedroom. I was frozen to her couch as I waited for what seemed like an eternity for her to return.

Finally, Sonia opened the door and Jerry ran up to me and stuck his face right up to mine demanding attention. I happily obliged as Sonia removed her shoes onto her shoe rack with multiple pairs Converse and Vans, all different colors. “Sorry I took so long, I’m kinda drunk,” Sonia said as she laughed and stumbled taking off her shoe. It is at this time I must confess I caught a glimpse of a flash of red under her dress when she lifted her leg to remove her shoe. Of course she was matching. I was having trouble containing my nerves as she sat down next to me and made eye contact. “So do you have the bowl ready?” I smiled and held it up in its glory, “ladies first.” We passed the bowl a few times and put on an episode of Blue Planet. As the weed kicked it to my surprise it calmed my nerves. Unlike her, I had taken modest hits and it was mixing perfectly with the alcohol. She was giggling as we gossiped about co-workers.

We made eye contact. I looked down at her lips and looked back up to her eyes and she smiled. At the same time we both learned in for our first kiss. It was slow and gentle. Her tongue and mine danced and I tasted the lime from her vodka sodas mixed with the really good quality weed. It was heavenly. I reached my arm around and suddenly she was on top of me. I ran my eager hands to her bare ass and she grinded her pussy against my rock hard and now throbbing cock under my jeans. I played with her thong string and she let out a little half laugh half moan that almost made me bust right then and there. With her arms around shoulders and my arms under her ass I lifted her up and walked to her bedroom. I had to taste more of her. I sat her on the bed and began to attempt to unzip her dress. Of course I had no idea how to get the damn thing off. She gladly helped. I did know how to remove her bra and when I did it revealed two perfect, perky tits. A bar piercing was in each nipple. She was very pleased at my reaction, “holy shit Sonia those are sexy as fuck.”

She nodded her head giving me that sexy confident look she had been giving me all night, “I know.” She began to take off my shirt and jeans. At this point she was in nothing but her lacy red thong and I was only in boxers. I laid her down and removed her thong to reveal a beautiful slit glistening at me. She had a perfectly symmetrical landing strip and I began to move closer. I licked, sucked, and gently kissed every part of her pussy except her clit. She kept trying to push my head toward it but I was much stronger than her. “Please lick my clit, I can’t take it anymore.” She was begging. I finally gave her exactly what she wanted. In the most gentle way I could I gave her now very swollen clit a swirl, leaving it dripping with saliva. She moaned. “Again please.” This time I slid a finger in and and began to swirl my tongue around her clit. She rotates her hips in the opposite direction and ran her fingers through my hair. I was amazed because it wasn’t two minutes of this before I knew she was close. Her smooth perfect legs began to shake. Her back began to arch. She had her hands on her face and was gasping for air. “Oh fuck don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, uhhhhhhhh” She let out a gentle high pitched moan and I felt her pussy clinch as she arched her hips to get my finger all the way in. I was still ruthlessly swirling my tongue on her clit as gently as I could as she moaned and squirmed. Juices were running down my arm as I fingered with every pulse. When her orgasm tapered off she laid back out of breath. “Oh my god,” was all she managed to get out. I met her face and she pressed her lips against mine giving me a cartoon-like smooch. She licked my chin, “fuck that tastes good, get on your back.”

I made the face of a kid who just found out his teacher is showing a movie all day. Except this movie was Sonia slowly making her way to my boxers. By the time she pulled my cock out I was visibly throbbing. She began at my balls and gave one long lick all the way to the tip and put just the head in. I felt her tongue swirl around it and I gasped. The combo of the alcohol and marijuana was working it’s magic as she put my cock in her mouth. It was like warm butter melting on pancakes. I closed my eyes. *Bliss*. Her little hands worked my cock as she pumped my cock slowly.

Saliva was dripping off as she gave me a warm, wet, and sloppy blowjob. With her left hand she began to cup my balls and press very lightly behind them. That was it. I went silent. The orgasm did not creep on me. It was like a switch it just turned on and I was there. I clenched my PC muscles trying to fight back the delicious pleasure building up. Knowing exactly what she was doing Sonia shoved me all the way in her mouth and I unloaded what seemed like buckets of cum into her throat. With each delicious pump of cum her tongue licked my base. I came so hard I saw stars.

She had done me in. I laid back as she got up to clean her hands and face. My heart was pounding at a million miles an hour as every aftershock shook me at my core. She walked over and laid on my chest and we basked in our afterglow. “I wanted to fuck you but that was just too much fun” she said as I ran my hands alone her side. “I’m not done with you yet you know,” I whispered to her. And with that she rolled on top and we began to make out. My cock immediately stood right at attention as she grinded her warm and wet pussy on me. “You are already ready to go?!” “Duh”

With that she slid me in and we both gasped as her pussy took every inch. “You know I’m not going to cum so easily this time,” she said. I began to suck on her perfect pierced tits as she grinded her clit onto my pube line. I used one hand to reach around and tease her asshole and the other to pull her hair. “Oh nevermind,” she said as we both began to speed up our pace. I pulled her hair harder and using her juices I put my entire middle finger in her ass. She was getting loud, the bed was rocking, the neighbors could surely hear. I began to feel orgasm number two coming, “hey I’m gonna,” “Finish inside I have an IUD.” Those were the sexiest words I ever heard because right as she said them I began to cum. Coincidently her feeling that first pump of cum took her over the edge and we finished together. She collapsed on top of me and we basked in bed we had just wrecked.

Jerry was going crazy at her door. She got up and let him in and he jumped on top of me with no shame and sneezed in my face. The three of us passed out shortly there after. It was one of a handful of times I was actually able to fall asleep in the spooning position. I cupped Sonia’s perfect breast all night.

The next morning we were both late to work. We decided it would be best to stagger our arrivals. I let Sonia get to work ten minutes before I did. Hector, again being the world’s best work friend, already had an extra shirt for me in his truck. He didn’t ask too many questions and just assumed I had met up with some stranger the night before. “Holy shit your eyes are red dude.” Hector laughed as he pulled a bottle of eye drops from his center counsel. I wiped the drops out of my eyes being careful not to drip them on a flannel shirt that was a little too country for my taste. I was already sweating. “Dude how the fuck do you wear this shit in June?” Hector kind of paused for a second before confession, “uhh actually that has been in there since Christmas. But don’t worry it’s clean . . . I think.” I had no choice anyway. My coworkers were the kind to notice the same shirt twice and Hector had skillfully parked his truck out of sight of the windows so no one would see me. The morning with Sonia had been brief. She had hopped out of bed stressed. She only had time to brush her teeth, dry shampoo her hair and throw on a sundress. She still looked amazing and I loved knowing I was the reason she would be late to work. I didn’t really know what to think and I don’t know if she did either. I ran into her at the watercooler. She looked at me with pain in her eyes, “I haven’t had any food since yesterday afternoon.” At that point Tamara walked into the kitchen area so I just quickly changed the subject, “oh ok yeah I think I’ll be able to help with that issue some time around 10:15.” Sonia gave me a little smirk of a smile, placed the top on her waterbottle, and gave me a head nod before swiftly leaving the room. Tamara looked at me with a look of pity, “man I’m sorry for whatever you have to do for her.” “Eh she’s really not so bad to work with.”

My job had a ten o’ clock break. I very quickly picked Sonia and I up some breakfast tacos down the street. To be honest I think that meant more to her than both orgasms I gave her the night prior. She looked up at as she at the first one in two large bites. I smiled, “no need to waste time thanking me you have one more to go.” I tossed her an extra salsa verde and headed back to my desk to eat my three tacos. A work chat awaited me. “Have I ever told you how much of a pleasure it is working with you sir?” I smiled and replied something snarky about her being super difficult and the only reply was “You don’t even know difficult yet . . . .”

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