Skip to the *** for the sexy bits
When I first started at my current job two years ago, I met a particularly attractive coworker. She was very “in” socially with our peers, the type of person who I would typically consider out of my league. I tend to be the person who hears about the party the next day; she tends to be the first one on the invite list. I immediately dismissed the idea that she would ever be in to me, reasoning that there was no sense in trying only to be rejected. Thankfully, I was wrong. Our roles meant that we routinely crossed paths, so we naturally grew close and bantered despite being so different socially.
As we progressed and grew in our careers within our organization, we spent more time together, on and off again. We had moments of intimacy, and this grew when we both were promoted to roles that required both of us to travel to a fairly distant major city. While our schedules did not always line up, this is the story of one particular night where they did. Perhaps, if enough interest is generated, I can share more stories of our times together.
When we traveled, we would do so separately, go to work and finish our shifts. Being as social and outgoing as she is, my coworker often would quickly hit the hotel, change clothes, and set out to explore the nightlife. Sometimes this was barhopping with her work friends, going to movies, or attending shows. I often spent my nights in quite the opposite manner: with my work laptop open and trying to get caught up on a job that was very demanding of my time. Usually, after a night out, she would wander back to the hotel bar, where I had a table in the corner. I would be treated to a front-row seat of watching just about every guy approach her throughout the night. She had made quite good friends with the employees at the hotel, so she would generally spurn the advances of the suitors and chat idly with the bar staff.
If I was lucky, she would wander over and we would talk, recounting stories of how we ended up here, and the moments we’d shared before. There, with enough alcohol flowing through both of us, it was always hard to say “no” — not that either of us wanted to. I’m very glad neither of us did that night.
After she started to get tired, she came over to the table. She was wearing a black band t-shirt, a stark contrast to the very professional clothing that she wears on site to deliberately to hide her figure. And she does so with reason: she has a phenomenal body. Her curves are nothing short of epic, incredibly inviting and easy to wrap your arms around for a hug. And when you do, it’s impossible not to feel her huge tits warmly press against your chest; it makes me hard instantly every single time. You can imagine how challenging it could be to hold a conversation then, tension slowly building, as we tested the waters to see whether we wanted to fall asleep in each other’s arms that night.
The idle chatter and banter continued, mostly about work stuff, and I got the latest updates. In my role, I would rarely hear the juicy gossip — it’s not a position with which the “after dark” details of parties and other debauchery are shared. As the night continued (and we became more inebriated), her leg would gently brush against mine. Those moments would always take my breath away. Eventually, emboldened by drink, one of us would force the question: “What are we doing tonight?” The answer was almost always told with eye contact and slight head movements, and she would usually look at me in her very particular way and quietly whisper “yes”. From that moment, we were always quick to pay our tab and be off to our respective rooms to prepare.
It never took us long to get ready. Some basic cleanup, throwing my dress shirts in a suitcase and throwing on a quick layer of deodorant was usually all I could accomplish before my phone would buzz softly with her inquiry if I was ready. I responded that I was. A few minutes later, there was a quiet knock at my door, and I opened it.
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She was wearing pajama pants, an old t-shirt with no bra revealing her already hard nipples, and lugging a full bottle of wine. I reached out to embrace her, sliding my hands around her waist, as she threw her arms around my neck and leaned in for a kiss. It was warm and passionate, and it lingered. She walked past me into the room, and opened the bottle. Grabbing the glasses, she poured us both some, and we walked over the to the window, looking out at the city below us. The idle chattered continued, with my hand placed gently on the small of her wide hip, and she shifted to rest her head on my shoulder and upper chest as we talked. We laughed, buzzed from the drink, and our gaze locked more as the wine levels in our glasses sank lower and lower. In that perfect moment, with the hustle and bustle of the city below us, she set her glass down and guided me towards the bed.
Standing at the foot of the mattress, she ran her hands down my side as she sank to her knees, looking up at me with her big, beautiful brown eyes when she reached the bottom. Her hands ran around my legs, pulling me closer to her, before making their way to my belt. The buckle undone, she slipped the button on my slacks, and unzipped my pants. She popped my cock, already growing stiff, out of my underwear, and wrapped her hand around the tip, running it down to the base. “Oh… I’ve missed this,” she breathed, placing her cheek against it. She gently stroked, up and down, while kissing my shaft and pelvis. It wasn’t long before she licked me, just once, from balls to tip, and lowered her mouth around my dick.
She proceeded to give me the best blowjob I’ve ever received in my life. I was convinced she was trying to suck my soul out, sliding her tongue around my cock and gently ramming it deep into her throat. When she would, she would look up at me, eyes watering, but begging to take every last inch of me. Her hand would squeeze the base of my dick, or move to my balls, and then rapidly stroking me when she pulled out between deepthroats to breathe — gasping for air. She likes it when I put my hands on the back of her head, pushing her up and down as she blows me.
It was her turn.
I grabbed her, yanking off my pants awkwardly as I rotated her around and pushed her back onto the bed. She let out a little yelp in surprise, falling backwards and breathless onto the bed. My hands found the elastic waistband of her pajamas, and carefully lowered them, revealing her pussy, with no underwear and a full bush — just the way I like it. My hands pushed her legs apart, and she offered no resistance, vocalizing softly as I moved my head in between her legs. I wrapped my arms around her legs, bringing them back in to gently spread the lips of her labia, but I paused. For that moment, I let her feel my hot breath on her clit, on her pussy, knowing and anticipating what was to come. This was not the first time I had tasted her, not by a long shot, and it would not be the last — we both need each other too badly to ever stop.
I buried my face into her pussy, my tongue circling her clit, gently drawing shapes as I pleasured her. She moaned, running her hands through my hair and pulling me in, her legs retracting in supplication. She was always a sub, and while I can’t say I had much experience in dom/sub relationships before, she tacitly taught me everything I needed to know from watching her react when I took control. My tongue flittered around her clit, up and down, back and forth, and teased the entrance to her pussy. As she got closer to orgasm, I moved down and my tongue gently licked her tight little asshole, tasting both of her most intimate areas. She gasped, holding my head and writhing with pleasure.
After our moments of individual, separate pleasures, she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up. Climbing up on top, I adjusted my penis to find her entrance, dripping wet with a combination of my spit and her juices. Anyone who has had a truly intimate moment with a partner knows that feeling when you first slide into someone who wants, who NEEDS you inside them. That feeling when you slowly fill them up, with them enveloping you. Her huge boobs, still perky, were resting gently, and I reached up to grab them. She gasped softly as my cock slid in her, her eyes as wide as dinner plates. I slowly, slowly began to gently push myself in, and pull myself out — push myself in, and pull myself out.
As my pace gradually quickened, I watched her react. She moaned my name, her eyes fluttering closed, as I fucked her. I felt every inch of her, her beautiful, soft, warm, velvety pussy, as I slid my cock in and out. She loved it. My hand moved to her clit, rubbing as she begged me not to stop.
I’ve never had a problem with lasting until my partner was satisfied. Sexually, I’m a giver and it turns me on to get others off. She’s the same way, and that’s why our chemistry is so explosive. We’ve always joked that there was a zero percent chance we could resist each other, even if we had relationships and families — put us in a room together, and the allure of the moments we shared would instantly bring us back together, pressed against one another.
She asked to change positions, rolling over onto her stomach. I repositioned, straddling her and sliding my cock in to fuck her from behind. I wrapped my hands behind her hips as I pushed myself into her, using those wide hips as leverage to fuck her harder; she loves that. Once we had a good pace going, I removed one hand from her hips to smack her ass. She moaned, asking me not to stop. Is she mine, I ask? “Yes, Daddy,” she replies. I continue to fuck her from behind as she moans my name again. On occasion, I’m fortunate enough that she’s in a playful mood, and she was tonight. I tested the waters by moving a finger gently to her tight asshole and gently prodding it. She moaned, and pushed her ass against me, sliding my finger inside. God… what a moment.
After we’d had our fill, she rolled over onto her back and I touched her. I was laying next to her, my arm wrapped around her beneath her neck, supporting her, also allowing me to take on her phenomenal breast in my left hand as my right hand made it’s way down to her clit. She has always told me that I have the best touch, slowly rubbing circles around her clit and teasing her tight pussy with my fingers whenever I get the chance. She’s squirted several times when I do this, and tonight we were especially into our partnership. She was moaning my name and looking at me, her eyes as wide as dinner plates as she met my gaze and came everywhere. She coated the entire bed.
Next, she indulged me in something I hadn’t done before. I was eager to try it, and she knew it. She led me over to the balcony, two giant glass bay doors. It was unseasonably cold that night, but I pressed her against the door.
We shared a laugh when she felt the window’s chill against her naked body, and had a brief aside together. (“Oh my god! It’s so fucking cold!” “Shit, I’m sorry!” “It’s fine, just… touch it!” “Why would I touch it if it’s cold?” “Just touch it!” “Fine! … fuck, that’s cold!”) Sharing genuine moments like this during sex make it so much more intimate.
Once she had adjusted, she pressed her big tits against the glass, spreading her legs out as I entered her from behind. There was a whole city below, and all someone had to do was look up to see the incredible, beautiful woman who I had the honor of being inside, pressed against that door. I’ve always appreciated her willingness to try new things, and she always indulges anything to get me off — just as I do for her. She moaned breathily, shaking as I squeezed her ass, pushing myself in and out as quickly as I could. It was a wish fulfilled, and it was so hot imagining someone glancing up to see her.
We moved back to the bed, her spreading her legs again and pulling me on top. I slid my legs under her knees and pushed her legs up at an angle; it was time to finish. I fucked her, as hard as I could. She was very loud, which I actively encouraged. She begged for me to keep fucking her, and I was getting closer. I told her I was going to cum, and she said the single hottest thing a woman can say — “Cum inside me, baby. Please. Please. I need your cum. I’m close. I want to cum together.” I looked at her, staring into her eyes as I fucked her, both of us on the edge. She started cumming first, her fingers on her clit as her wetness seeped into the already soaked bedspread. “I’m cumming!”, she yelled, probably loud enough to get a noise complaint. That pushed me over the edge, and in several deep thrusts, I filled her with my cum.
We both collapsed, out of breath, and panting. “That was good. Thank you.” I said. It’s always important to be grateful for the incredible opportunities we get.She kissed my neck, pulling herself into my shoulder. “It was my pleasure,” she replied.
I can never sleep on my back. But I did that night, with her tucked into my arm. She was wet, and the sheet was wetter. My cum was slowly dripping out of her all night, and I got the satisfaction of knowing that, for that night, we belonged to each other. What an incredible feeling, to have someone so beautiful and caring who chose to share a bed with me!
We woke up the next morning, and my hands found her clit easily. I made her cum, and she stroked me — even gently teasing my ass. I fucked her that morning, filling her up — my cum dripped out of her again while we were both at work for the rest of the day. What a muse; personally, professionally, sexually. I wouldn’t trade the moments I spent with her for anything in the world.
I would say I think I love her, but that’s not true. I know I do.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ybmog8/one_of_many_nights_i_m_spent_with_my_coworker_f
Wife her.