It’s your last day at work. You’re going to meet your coworkers for your farewell happy hour at a bar nearby. You’re moving away and this would be the last time that you see most of them. You know most of your coworkers are coming but you’re particularly excited that “he” is going to be there.
You and he have been friends since he started there. He’s easy to talk to and the conversation flows. You also really enjoy the attention he gives you. He likes to flirt and you laugh and flirt back. He knows you’re with someone but it’s just harmless flirting. At least it started out that way.
Over the course of a few months you were texting each other pretty regularly. Mostly about work but he would always turn the conversation at the end. You couldn’t help but fall into his little traps. Things were heating up and your flirting couldn’t easily be brushed off anymore if you were caught.
You would squeeze past with your back to him, pushing yourself against him. He would make more daring innuendos in conversations. You would constantly catch him looking at your chest. You would bend over to look for something on the bottom shelf and turn your head back just in time to catch him. But one time he didn’t look away. Instead he just made a sound – “MMmm” then smiled. It was exciting to play the game again.
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You drive home only to shower and put on some more comfortable clothes, some shorts, flipflops, a top with a bit of cleavage – then make your way back out. When you get to the bar, you see that the others were already seated at a pair of tables they had pushed together. You, of course, found your spot right next to him. You wonder if sitting here just confirmed any of your other coworker’s suspicions about the two of you. However, that thought quickly leaves as you remember it’s likely your last night seeing most of them. Besides, you haven’t done anything wrong.
You feel his leg brush against yours. Normally, you would move but this time, you decide to stay. He doesn’t move either. It’s simple, but still, finally touching his skin feels more intimate than anything else before. It was also exciting especially so in front of your unaware coworkers. You decide to move just a bit – shifting in your chair so that you are no longer skin-to-skin. You wait a moment and then you feel him again.
You look over at him as he’s taking a drink while meeting your eyes. You adjust again in your seat. This time, you cross your legs so that the top of your foot is now resting on the back of his calf. You then take a sip of your own drink and slowly move your foot up and down the back of his calf. You try to hold the seductive stare but his is too intense.
You keep your foot in its new spot the rest of the night, lightly rubbing against his skin. You break contact briefly, only when one of you heads to the bar to refill or when one of your coworkers comes close to say goodbye. But then you return right back to the secretive game you have been playing all night.
The last person leaves for the night and it’s just the two of you. You can finally talk openly with each other now that everyone else is gone. He tells you he’s going to miss this. You say you’ll still see each other when you’re back in town.
He puts his arm around you and pulls you toward him. Hundreds of thoughts race through your head. All of them bad, but so, so good. You turn your head and meet his stare again. It’s too late now. You’ve decided, haven’t you?
You pull out your phone. “I want a picture” you say. The two of you get close again. You’re touching cheeks now. Your right hand holding your phone, your left hand on his right inner-thigh. You snap a few goofy photos and a couple normal ones. You put your phone down but your left hand stays on his leg.
You grab your drink and take another sip. As you do, your hand moves subtly up his leg. The darkness in the bar and sitting at a table with your back to the wall masks your movements. He shifts in his chair slightly. Your heart beats faster in anticipation – months of tension building and culminating into whatever happens in these next moments. You meet his eyes again and slide your hand further. You see him take a deep breath, until finally, your little finger finds the tip. His eyes close briefly as his own anticipation peaks. You move the rest of your hand around it, noticing how it is quickly hardening. You cup it against his leg but your grip barely covers its girth. You break the stare to look around, making sure no one is watching. You apply gentle pressure with your thumb against his head, rubbing back and forth slowly. It feels as if your thumb travels miles before reaching each side.
He grabs your hand to stop you as a couple walks past. Luckily they were unaware but the bar is getting much more crowded as patrons begin moving into the tables nearby, spoiling your fun. You both decide to call it a night.
You make your way out to the parking lot and stop at his car. You say goodbye with a hug, much closer than any other hugs you’ve given tonight. You feel his touch on your back under your shirt. You love the feeling of his hands on your skin. Fleeting thoughts of you being taken already are quickly pushed to the back of your mind as he presses himself into you and slips his hands down the back of your shorts, past the strings of your tiny thong and grabs your bare ass cheeks. Your heart is beating out of your chest.
You force yourself to break away and say goodbye again and head back to your car. You catch your breath behind the wheel for a moment until you see your phone light up the dark interior of your car. You pick it up and it’s a text from him.
Him: “Don’t let this be the last time we see each other”
You: “It wont be”.
You pull away and begin heading back home. About halfway there, you receive another text. You stop at the next stop sign and read the message.
Him: “I really had fun tonight. I wish it didn’t have to end. I would have loved to show you a good time.”
You: “Yeah. I didn’t want it to end either.”
Him: “What if it didn’t? What would you want?”
You didn’t think it was possible but your heart is beating even faster. You know you’re pushing this but you can’t seem to stop yourself.
You: “Well, I want you to take me back to my house and fuck me in the kitchen with him in the other room.”
Him: “Fuck that’s so hot”
You: “Fuck ME. I want you to fuck me hard. Bend me over the counter and pull my hair, I’m done.”
You: “We should have just fucked in the car.”
You: “Part of me still wants to.”
Him: “What am I supposed to do with this?”
He sends you a picture of his cock. You aren’t normally a fan of dick pics but this being a special occasion, you do not object. You had only been able to imagine it before, although rubbing over his pants gave you a good indication of his size and shape.
You: “You have a hand, right? I want you to stroke yourself and think of me riding you until you cum for me.”
Him: “What if this is our last chance?”
You consider giving in and begin having an internal struggle. You begin to rationalize. You already gave him somewhat of a hand job and participated in some mild sexting. The damage has already been done. What if this _is_ the last real chance? You’re wet just thinking about the decision you’re about to make. Still sitting at the stop sign in the middle of no-where, you reply.
You: “Here’s our address. Park on the next street over back by the trees. Text me when you’re here.”
Part of you can’t believe you just sent that. The other part of you is excited to finally release the pent up sexual tension that has been building for months between you. You drive the rest of the way home, anxiously awaiting what’s to come.
Him: “I’m here”
You: “Fuck, did you fly?”
You park next to him and get out of your car. The street is deserted as it should be this late at night. The nearby homes are under construction so no one will be bothering you tonight.
You open the passenger side door of his car and sit down. You sigh heavily and tell him to kiss you. You kiss each other deeply and your hands explore each other. His left hand finds its way under your top. He moves it up your side and around your back and expertly unclasps your bra and lifts your shirt over your head. Your bra falls to your lap. Your bare tits now instantly covered in goosebumps as they touch the air. His fingertips brush past your nipples as he gropes your breasts, sending shivers up your spine. He breaks away from your lips and kisses your cheek before moving quickly to your neck. He continues down your neck, kissing lightly as he goes until his lips find your nipples.
His tongue swirls around your areola while his hand moves from cupping and groping your tits to moving down your stomach. His finger tips reach the waistband of your shorts but he doesn’t move under them. Instead he continues moving his hand further over your shorts and in between your legs. He pulls your left leg to separate it from the other and you oblige, sinking a little further down in the passenger seat. Your left knee resting on the gear shift while your right is against the door. His hand moves back up your thigh until it reaches the crotch of your shorts. He applies gentle pressure, rubbing and groping slowly as he alternates kissing your breasts and your neck. Your lust continues to build.
After a few moments, he breaks away again.
“More room in the back”, he says. You both scramble your way to the back seat. He reaches down next to the door and pulls the lever allowing the backseat to recline.
“Why are your clothes still on? Why are _my_ clothes still on?”, you ask slyly.
You grab his shirt and lift it over his head and immediately start working on his belt. You can see his erection from over his pants and eagerly want to free it from its prison. You tug at his pants and he lifts himself off the seat a bit to allow them to move. As you remove his pants, his cock springs upward, finally free. Upon seeing his cock in person, the photo he sent earlier, though very impressive, did not do it enough justice. He pulls you up a bit and unbuttons and unzips your shorts. You feel his finger tips under the strings of your cute little thong on both sides of your hips as he pulls down. Your shorts and panties fall to the floor with a visible wet spot.
He lays back on the seat and spreads his legs a bit allowing you to kneel down in front of him. Your hand grasps the base of his cock, now leaking in excitement. Your other hand touches his leg and moves upwards towards his chest. You lower your head and brush his tip against your lips. You gently kiss his head and continue caressing your other hand against his chest. Finally, you part your lips and take him into your mouth. His warm skin on your tongue leaves little room. You work your hand up his shaft to meet your lips then back down to his base, driving him deeper into your mouth. You feel his head hit the back of your throat. An impossible amount of his cock remains out of reach of your tongue. You close your eyes to concentrate your senses and repeat the motion again in reverse, pulling his cock all the way back out to your lips and sliding your fingers back up his length. He groans as you work his cock back and forth into your mouth with slow steady strokes, stopping only briefly to kiss the shaft and lick his frenulum. He brushes and holds your hair away for you, allowing you to focus uninterrupted.
After a few minutes of this, you stop and catch your breath. Your mouth and tongue are tired. You get up from your position between his legs and begin to straddle him. He sinks down a bit in the seat to provide you room to maneuver while exploring your body with his hands. You look out the windows briefly to ensure you won’t be caught. Once satisfied that the potential danger is low, you adjust into this new position. His cock brushes against your pussy as you situate yourself. You can see the wetness this brief graze left on his head. You pick yourself up and grab his shaft again and push it between your folds, finding your clit. Mini electric shocks emanate from its source. You continue dragging his head from your clit to your opening and back, soaking him in your wetness. Finally, you slowly bring yourself down onto him. You gasp as his tip enters you, pushing and stretching your walls outward, easily making way for his shaft to follow. He makes a small groan into your ear and wraps his arms completely around you. You match with a moan elicited by him filling your pussy completely.
You sit for a moment, impaled by his hard cock as you adjust, waiting for your muscles to relax a bit. He’s so hard you can feel every ridge and vein. The tightness eases as your pussy accepts the thickness. You start to slowly ride him in the backseat. Your rhythm matching with his hands firmly gripping your ass, guiding you back down his length. You glide up and down his shaft, leaving your wetness behind. You lift and push your ass back before lowering again, exploring different angles for his cock to hit inside of you. You feel his skin rub against your clit. Your orgasm builds with your quickening pace. The electric shocks from before pale in comparison to the growing climax inside you. The ripples inside your vagina tug and grab at his dick as you fuck him. You notice his breaths shortening with yours. You’ve reached the end. You push down hard against him, forcing him far into your depths and hitting your wall. You feel him tense every muscle in his body. Your nails dig into his shoulders and you moan into each other’s ears. Months of sexual tension finally release. Your pussy contracts and releases around his cock over and over. Your orgasm washes over your entire body and sends tingles up to the top of your head. Your legs shake in reaction. You feel his cock explode inside of you with intense pressure. A warmth covers your insides as he pulses inside of you repeatedly. Aftershocks assault your sensitive clit as it brushes his skin again. You both stay in this position, panting loudly as the climax wanes. You break the silence with a little giggle and lift yourself off of him. An impressive amount of cum flows out of you and onto his dick.
You clean up the best you can with some napkins and get dressed again. There’s still a bit of headrush from the powerful orgasm you just gave to each other. Looking at the time, you realize you were supposed to be back home over an hour ago. You give him a kiss.
“We’ll see each other again soon.”, you assure him.
“Count on it.”, he replies.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vd0irq/farewell_happy_hour_mf_cheating