This story takes place about 8 years ago. I was working in a relatively small office of about 15 people. The office environment was a good mix of serious focus time and fun playtime. The population was primarily men with 4 women who put up with the shenanigans of the men.
I had a pretty good connection with one girl, Lindsay, who I worked with frequently. She was a quirky petite brunette with doe-eyed innocence and a slim but curvy body. We would tag team on projects from our different areas of expertise and found that our work chemistry was really great. We were regarded by some in the company as the “dream team” because we would generally resolve issues quickly and actually resolve them, not just slap a band-aid on them.
Our friendship grew and we began to talk more openly about life and hobbies and whatnot. She was married but in the middle of a messy divorce. That often became a subject of conversation and I was more than happy to listen to her vent, agree that her ex was a douche, and crack jokes whenever I could. This banter went on for a number of months, growing more and more comfortable with each other.
One day we were tasked with this really challenging project that had a tight deadline. We spent the day focused on the work and did our best to get everything resolved by the end of the day. However, as the day was wrapping up, we both came to terms with the fact that we would not be able to finish it up. My boss at the time was adamant that it needed to be resolved today and there was no extra buffer time built into the budget for this. So, over time it was.
As the office was clearing out, we came to terms with needing to put in another 2-3 hours on this project. Needing a break, however, Lindsay suggested we order some food. I agreed and ordered some Chinese food. While we were waiting for the food, Lindsay said she needed to grab something from her car and ran out to the parking lot. She returned a few minutes later with a bottle of bourbon and two coffee mugs from the break room.
“Care for a drink?” she asked while dangling the libation before me.
Now, I have to admit I have a weakness for bourbon and will not turn down a glass. I accepted her offer joyfully. We shared a finger of bourbon and chatted more about her ex before the food arrived. By this time, we were both feeling pretty tipsy and I was really enjoying our time together. Naturally, the liquor helps lubricate the conversation and things quickly became more risqué.
“Well, he can go suck his own dick from now on,” she said, referring to her ex in between bites of chow mein.
I couldn’t help but laugh, “Would you suck his dick often?” I bravely asked.
“Listen,” she said, setting down her chopsticks and looking me in the eyes in a playful-serious tone, “If, IF there was a dick-sucking competition, I would win.”
Shocked at her candor, I inquired further, “Well, if there was a competition, how would they even judge the performance? It seems rather objective to me.” I joked.
“Oh, you would know. There is a lot of technique involved in a good blow job; lots of tongue, sucking and slurping, eye contact, it requires talent mister.”
I was very turned on at this point, picturing Lindsay taking dick in those sweet little lips and working her magic on it as she described. I had only had two blowjobs up to this point and was naive to all of these more advanced techniques described. Lindsay could tell her words were having an effect on me as my cheeks were flush.
“I wouldn’t know: I’ve only had two in my life.” I reluctantly admitted.
Shock filled her face and her jaw dropped open. “No! You’re kidding me!”
I explained that my ex was repulsed by it and drew a hard line in the sand early on.
“No, nope, that won’t do,” she said before taking a big swig of her drink, standing up, and putting her hair in a ponytail. “Drop ’em.”
“What?!” I was shocked and confused. “Lindsay, what are you doing? Maybe you had too much to drink.”
“Do you want a championship level blow job or not?” she asked frustrated with her hands on her hips.
I couldn’t reason anymore and undid my belt and slipped my pants off. She tilted her head and gave me a look like, “really?” so I sheepishly pulled down my boxers as well. My fully erect cock bound free in between us as the air filled with lust. Her eyes were fixated on my rod, “Oh wow, yes. This will do nicely.”
She got down on her knees in front of me and grabbed hold of me with both hands tightly. I groaned from her firm touch. Pleasure flooded my brain when she started to stroke my shaft slowly, eyes glued to the tip of my cock now oozing with precum. Before I knew it, she had engulfed my cock her in mouth and began her glorious work. Her tongue worked it way around the tip and then down the shaft as she bobbed up and down. She folded my balls which put me into overdrive. I ran my hands through her hair, guiding her rhythm. This was by far the best blow job I had ever experienced and I was unprepared. Within minutes, my cock was growing and I could feel my orgasm building.
“I’m going to cum,” I managed to grunt. This only caused her to gain intensity, sucking and licking my cock. I let out a deep groan as my orgasm reached a boiling point and cum gushed into her mouth. She vigorously sucked me clean and swallowed all of my sticky seed.
“Fuck,” I gasped, looking down at her.
“So, did I win?” she innocently said licking her lips while she gently held my cock.
We missed the deadline.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vm4dsd/after_hours_playtime_at_the_office_with_my_m
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Hot. Did you have more play time with her after that?