When I lived and worked in Washington DC, a coworker and friend of mine, Allie, was pregnant with her first child. Allie was plenty attractive to begin with, but being knocked up just made her even more hot. Her thighs were 10 times sexier. I also felt a certain innocent puppy love for her when she was pregnant. All I wanted to do was pamper to her, worship her for how stunning she was while she slowly brought this new life into the world. Of course, I would lie if I didn’t say there were sexy thoughts I had about her as well, stroking her thighs, her asking me to give her cunnilingus when we were the only ones in the office, me dropping by her desk, and her pulling back the sexy short dress she sometimes wore, revealing she isn’t wearing underwear, her legs parted, holding the back of her chair, her head pointed up at the ceiling in rapture as she awaited me delivering satisfaction with my tongue and fingers.
Several years later, she’s still in DC and I transfer to another office in the Deep South. Allie visits our office. She asks me if I would like to join her for dinner, a good steak and wine place far away from the office because she would like a private place where we aren’t likely to see anyone we know. I say sure, I can pick her up after work, figuring she wants to seem more of the city and maybe talk to a friend about some personal things she’s going through. I assume the purest of intentions. I am about to find out how sweet and delectable very impure intentions can taste.
So we’re at the restaurant. Allie tells me that after their second daughter she and her husband decided to relieve some tension with the marriage and trying being polyamorous for a while. Her husband found another exclusive partner when needs to have some drama free and NSA sex. Allie asks if I would be interested in being her partner. I am absolutely flattered and say yes, it would be my pleasure. Especially with the shit dating pool where I live!
After dinner, we discreetly head back to her hotel room…where we have barely made it through the door before Allie starts vigorously kissing me. We rip off our clothes like wild animals…which we are at that moment. Allie tells me she got her tubes tied after her second daughter and she is in her infertility cycle…and is ready and wanting. She knows I’m inexperienced, the nice, kind, caring but sort of shy type, and she gladly takes the initiative, leaning up against the wall, telling me to work my way up. I start licking her toenails, let my tongue work its way up those stellar thighs…and then insert it into her vagina. I try all kinds of angles as her breathing becomes heavy, and I grab a bottle of lubricant nearby as I start sucking on her clit. I then finger her vaginally and use lube to explore her anus. I look up at her, and her majestic breasts as I slowly do tongue play with her navel. Then, suddenly, I fully stand up and enter her. She wraps her hands and legs around me as I thrust, her lightly biting me on the neck. Then she tells me that the couch awaits. So I back up to the couch, her still wrapped around me, me inside her, as I lie down. She rides me passionately. Finally, she also slowly lies down, face to face, and passionately tongues me, while I last far longer than I ever thought I could. Just the thought that I am such a great lover is the ultimate turn on.
Finally I can’t hold it any longer, having seen from the clock that over a half hour has passed since we first started, and I ejaculate into her. She moans, and while we are both lying down on the couch, she rests her head against my neck. I need to go pee after cumming, but do not want to leave the warmth and security of her vagina, seemingly protecting me from every threat and wrong in the world. I finally tell her I need to pee, and she tells me that one kink she always wanted to try out but her husband was disgusting was her partner urinating in her. Honestly I saw the appeal in it, and as she lies on me, her beautiful brown eyes staring into mine, I finally urinate. She lets out an even louder moan and raises her back, her eyes closed and her head pointed up in utter ecstasy, the veins in her neck bulging as her entire body shakes with an orgasm unlike she has ever experienced. I lean forward, towards her fully exposed breasts, and suck on her nipples while she feels my warm golden liquid flow into her.
After I finish, she says she needs a shower, and for me to join her. As I join her in the steaming hot chamber, she says she’s been very dirty this evening and I need to clean her thoroughly. I welcome the chance to worship her body, and slowly wash her thoroughly, as she leans against the wall in utter anticipation as the hot water removes the soap and filthiness off of her. I save her vagina and anus for last, slowly scrubbing her genitals while I tease her clit with my tongue. Then she turns, her back to me, and I vigorously scrub her anus, gently inserting the washcloth just a bit to ensure a thorough wash. I can feel her cheeks firming with grateful reception.
That morning, when we wake up, she has her back to me and parts her legs, one elevated, indicating she wants some breakfast before we get breakfast. I happily oblige, slowly entering, not thrusting much, just wanting to be deep in and with her truly in this moment. She turns her head around, her eyes meeting mine, and we passionately kiss.
Later that day, she gets on her flight back to DC, giving me a kind and loving smile as I drop her off at the airport, her giving me one last kiss in the car as our noses touch, both of us knowing we wouldn’t give the last 24 hours for anything.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wq9d9v/connecting_with_my_crush