My boss approached me with a request. He had a job offer and bid for a contract that would last several months renovating a non-profit veterinary office. The catch was it was entirely after hours work. I had the most experience working alone and the most flexible schedule so I agreed.
The office was still operating at lessened scheduling, mostly prioritizing emergency calls out of a trailer fitted out as a mobile exam and surgical room.
After hours the Vet, Mikayla, would work late in her office. Her husband would occasionally stop by right at closing time then leave. Her mother would also stop in at times to help do little tasks for a few hours then head out. Invariably, after 8 or so towards 1 or 2 in the morning it would be just Mikayla and me working throughout the building. After a week or so we started taking small breaks from our work to chat together.
It started as talking about our jobs, or progress on the office. But we quickly found we had a lot in common outside of work and it evolved into one of us going out to grab dinner and then we would eat together in the office.
It was almost a month in when things evolved. We had just finished eating and were discussing some ideas for add ons she had. Usually they were small additions and because this was a job we were already doing at a pretty reduced rate as a favor since she knew my boss from college and he had already greenlighted me working with her if I didn’t mind going off the clock for part of the time. She was nice and great company so I only hemmed over the most extravagant of additions that would require significant material investment.
She was sitting on an exam table listening as I talked through how I pictured adding in her latest request. She reached out and touched my arm. When I looked at her she told me thank you. She really appreciated all the extra I had put into her office. She had a gentle pressure on my arm that I followed, standing right in front of her. I told her it was no problem. I was glad to help out anyway I could because I saw how much getting this office going meant to her.
I could tell this had an impact on her. Her pressure on my arm increased the slightest amount. I can’t recall who fully went for it first. But her legs wrapped around me as I kissed her. It as a deep, passionate kiss. The kind that instantly had us both turned on like a couple of high school kids. Our hands all over each other. No hesitation as my clothes and her scrubs ended up in a pile on the floor forgotten.
Her long brown hair didn’t stay in it’s ponytail long. Soft sighs escaped her as I pulled her hair firmly but not roughly. Arching her back as I kissed down her neck and breasts. Taking my time teasing her nipples and sucking as much of her large breasts in as I could.
It was intoxicating kissing my way down her lean runners body. Tracing the outline of her abs with my tongue down to her hip. She was shaved smooth as I parted her thighs from me, spreading them as I licked and kissed her pussy and clit. She was supporting herself on one arm, watching hungrily as she gripped my head while I fingered and licked her.
Her moans grew louder and she found her release in a strangled cry as she gushed onto my fingers and tongue, soaking my mouth and chin. But fuck me did she taste amazing.
Then it was too much. We needed each other. She was digging her nails into my back as we kissed hard. Her legs gripped me tight as I gripped her ass and picked her up off the table.
She was not in the least bit passive during it. Writhing and grinding, controlling the pace that she took me in. Little rapid motions of her hips as she bounced and grinded her tight pussy down my shaft, moaning louder and louder as she took me all the way in with little shivers running through her. Cursing and almost screaming as I gripped her ass tighter and started pounding into her. She always wanted more.
Rougher and rougher. Until she was bent over the exam table. At around 6’ tall, she was only slightly shorter than me and it provided a fantastic experience without having to do any awkward crouches. I could pin her to the table with a hand on her hip, take her hair in my other, and go until we were both losing our minds. When she screamed at me to “fucking choke me,” I hit my limit. Wrapping a hand around her throat tight, cutting off her curses and moans. I warned her that I was about to cum. She only reached up to squeeze the hand holding her throat, her other hand searching behind her to claw at my hip urging me to go harder as the weight of her torso was supported entirely by the hand around her throat.
We came together. My own explosive release triggering her as she slammed her ass back against me and came. I could feel the strong squeeze of her pussy trying to push me out and I only leaned my weight against her, thrusting harder to not pull out.
We collapsed in each others arms panting and giddy on the floor and trembling from our exertion.
The next night we ended up talking about it. How she had never cheated on her husband before. How she had no regrets. The emotional turmoil that came from her long work hours, barely seeing him, and his increasingly demeaning comments about her starting a non-profit.
She had appreciated my supportive attitude as much as my company and told me our talks and the sex were like a balm on her frayed nerves. We didn’t stop. Most nights we ended up having sex. Several we just sat and enjoyed each other’s company. I never had our time together listed as on the clock. But when I knew she had a particularly rough day I would surprise her when I turned up with either something sweet or something kinky. She really developed a fondness for anal plugs and nipple clamps, and some nights we took turns handcuffing each other and taking complete control of the other’s orgasms for a time while the handcuffed person writhed helpless.
She was in the process of a divorce by the end of the contract. After a few therapy sessions, they managed to part ways with little fuss and essentially took what they brought into it. She didn’t overly go into anything else that had led up to it between them and I didn’t push. Our affair turned into a relationship. Often after work I would swing by so she wasn’t alone. And it was an even toss whether we would go back to one of our places or exhaust each other in the office before leaving separately.
About a year after her divorce we ended up parting ways on good terms.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x2i2p5/a_work_affair_fm