Co-worker flirtation elevates Ch. 3 [MF]

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Ch. 3

As I sat at my desk that night, I had no idea what would come of this. I just sat there enjoying the smell of her. I replayed all that happened that day…over and over. 

I don’t think I have ever seen anything as sexy as her at her desk putting on her panties covered in my cum. First over her heels, then up her shapely calves. I could see my cum smear along her smooth, sexy legs as she pulled the panties up. I wondered if she let it dry there or scooped it up with her fingers to taste. 

Did she go to the bathroom and masturbate while wearing those panties?

I went home that night and had incredible sex with my wife. I teased and edged her several times for nearly an hour, then flipped us over for her to ride my face. She cane quickly then I teased her sensitive clit until she slid down and rode me to a finish before cleaning me up with her mouth. Sucking my dick after I cum keeps me hard, so we flipped again and did it doggy style, then finally with her on her back and her feet on my shoulders. I felt like I was deeper in her than ever before. I ended up cumming three times and I have no idea how many times she did. Too many to count.

Sex with my wife is usually great, though not frequent. And never very long. Maybe the benefit of being together so long is that we knew so well go to get each other off. Fifteen to 30 minutes was pretty common.

But this was a two-hour experience. It had been years since we went that long.

By the end of the night, I had cum four times that day. Once in the office for Olivia and three times with my wife. I was drained.

The next day was packed with meetings. When I finally had a chance to head upstairs it was almost noon, Olivia was gone. Most likely to lunch. 

I found an excuse to go back twice more and she wasn’t there. She was on the account team and often left the office for hours to visit clients, and sometimes she’d be out in the field a whole week. 

The next day was Friday. I was hoping to see her and not have to wait the whole weekend. 

We never had any work reason to exchange cell phone numbers, so the only way I could reach her is through the office phone and work email. She had no social media, which trust me I had searched for before. Her husband had one account that hadn’t been updated in years and sadly had just one photo of her on it. So I had no way to reach her outside of the office.

Part of me hoped she had decided this was a bad idea and nothing more would come of it. I love my wife and my family so much. But the attraction to Olivia is so great. It is lust, but more. I genuinely like her and enjoy being with her. Touching her feels electric. Being in her presence makes me feel high. 

I got to my office and I swear it smelled like her pussy. Was it my imagination?  Then I saw there was a manilla envelope on my chair with just my name written on it and confidential stamped across the seal. 

Inside was a zip lock bag containing a pair of red panties. A note attached said, “do not open until further notice.”

Nearly an hour later the phone rang. It was her. 

“Did you wait to open your gift?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“I will give you two choices. One, you can open your gift and return it to me before noon in the same way you did last time. Or, you can meet me in the sixth floor stairwell right now. I only have five minutes.”

“See you in a few seconds.”

I think I was up two flights of stairs before she put the phone down. 

When we met she looked amazing as always. A black skirt that was tight around her hips and then flared out to just below her knees, a tight pink button up shirt and an animal print pattern on her heels. 

“I know we haven’t had a chance to set boundaries, but it is impossible to cheat if we are both clothed, right?” 

The building was only six stories high, but most people use the elevators, even if only going one floor. Only a handful of us were strictly stairs. So it was rare to see anyone else in there. And the sixth floor was IT and the data geeks. It was rare anyone used the stairs up there.

She reached down and stroked me through my suit pants. Then she backed against the wall and lifted up her skirt showing me she wasn’t wearing panties and was waxed smooth. She grabbed my dick and pulled me to her then kissed me deeply while letting her hand stroke me again. 

“I have four minutes left. Grind your dick against my pussy until I cum. If there is time left, you can cum. If you make me cum, you can keep the panties I sent to your office. If not, send them back unopened. Deal?”

She then wrapped one leg around me and I started grinding against her like I was fucking her. My pants-covered dick grinding against her pussy and rubbing against her clit  A couple of minutes in and she starts gasping for air, panting. Then her whole body tenses up and she starts quivering before collapsing against me. Then we hear a beep. It is her phone alarm.

“Out of time. That was so hot. I came in your office chair this morning while wearing those red panties. The panties are yours now, but do not cum until I say you can. Okay?”

I nod as she reaches between her legs to collect her juices, puts her fingers in my mouth then kisses me quickly and heads up the stairs. 

Her juices soaked the front of my navy blue pants. But the dark color mostly concealed it.

I went back to the office and sniffed and licked the panties. It was even hotter knowing she had sat in that same chair and masturbated in them. 

I sniffed and licked then throughout the day. I was hard nearly all of the morning. 

I went to lunch with some co-workers and as I sat down, one asked what was all the white stuff on my crotch. I laughed it off and made a joke about with young kids you never know where stains come from. 

That afternoon was much the same as the morning. Then a little after 4 the phone rang. The caller ID said it was from an internal conference room. I answered and it was her. 

“Did you enjoy my gift?” she asked. 

“Absolutely. I have been hard all day. I can’t stop smelling and tasting them.”

“Did you cum?”

“No.”

“How badly do you want to cum?”

“So badly it hurts.”

“Is your door shut?”

“Yes.”

“Rub yourself through your pants. That was so hot this morning. I did not think I was going to be able to cum that quickly. I was dripping down my legs all day. I loved the way your dick felt in my hand and pressed against my clit. Unzip your pants and start stroking yourself right there at your desk. Slowly, gently. I love hearing your breathing change. Keep going slowly, but squeeze harder. I want to stop now and make you wait, but that would be cruel. And you did such a good job this morning. Stroke fast and hard now.”

“I am so close to cumming.”

“I know. I hear your breathing. Do you want to cum?

“Yes.”

“Ask me if you can cum.”

“Can I cum,” I said through my labored breathing.

“You’ll have to do better than that. Who do you want to let you cum? Who do you want to cum for?”

“I want to fucking cum for you Olivia!”

“Cum now.”

I stroked twice more and came all over my clothes and my desk. As I came down off my high and caught my breath, she kept talking to me.

“That was so hot and made me so wet. Listen.” She put the phone near her crotch and I could hear how wet she was as she fingered herself.

“That was so sexy listening to you cum for me. Put my panties in your mouth. I want you to taste me as I cum for you. Suck in my juices.”

And then I hear her cum. 

“Did you make a mess?” she asked.

“Yes, there is cum everywhere.”

“I wish I could taste it. I drank in every drop of cum you left in my panties that first day. How do you taste today?”

“Huh?”

“How does your cum taste?”

“I have never tasted cum. I have no idea.”

“Don’t move. I’ll get back to you in a few minutes.”

It was after 5 now and most people had cleared out of the office. I was covered in a gooey mess and wasn’t sure what she meant by don’t move. Did she mean stay by the phone or to not zip up and clean up the mess? I decided to wait until she called back.

Then there was a knock at my door. Shit. I scooted up close to the desk so whoever it was wouldn’t see my dick is out. Then I grabbed my cell phone and put it to my ear to pretend like I was talking.

“Come in.”

It was her. She has never visited my office before. There would be no work-related reason for her to. Would anyone notice and get suspicious?

She had her purse and looked like she was heading home.

She stood just inside the door, but didn’t close it.

“How does your cum taste?” she asked again.

“I really have no idea. Do you want a taste?” I showed her my gooey hand.

“Taste it for me. Just dip the tip of your tongue in it.”

I had never even thought of tasting my cum or any man’s. I had kissed women after getting a blow job, but never while her mouth was still filled. 

“Taste it.” She lifted up the front of her skirt. Her pussy was still glistening. She dipped a finger in and tasted herself. 

“Lick your hand now. Look me in the eyes as you do it.”

I did as she asked. 

“How is it?” 

“Salty. I guess.”

Then she walked over to the side of my desk. Grabbed my left hand, the clean one, put it up her skirt and directly on her pussy. Then took my right hand and licked the entire palm and sucked on a finger as she grinded against my other hand. 

“Now you can taste me,” she said as she returned my left hand to me, turned around and walked out. 

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