Pretty married colleague gives me a drunken blowjob [MF]

The thing about Rachel is that she always seemed like she had hard limits. She’d only ever had one boyfriend and she’d married him. A kid at home. A nice life. Would occasionally indulge in a risque bit of banter but pull a face or withdraw when she sensed it was going too far. Nothing too bold. Nothing too blue.

Suffice to say, she wasn’t the type of girl you’d ever imagine sucking your dick in a toilet cubicle after she’s let you watch her pee but then you shouldn’t be surprised by people’s capacity to surprise.

We’d known each other for years by this point. I was close friends with her sister and it all came from that. We’d socialised together, a group of us including her husband, and we’d had plenty of good times doing so. Eventually, we ended up working together in the same place. That’s what made the fallout all the more difficult.

Our relationship had always been flirty. I’d drunkenly outright hit on her one time, despite her having a boyfriend as he was at the time. There was a glint in her eye, no question, but she was tactful in her rejection and graceful afterwards. She was good with people: it came naturally.

It happened one night. Drinks after work. A rare night she didn’t have to be home with the kids. She looked amazing that day. Her dark brown hair was let down, framing her cute face. Rachel isn’t the kind of girl to turn heads in the street but you’d definitely look carefully if you got caught in a conversation with her.

I suppose she wasn’t used to drinking anymore. Two glasses of wine and she was in a state I’d seen her in plenty of times before. Fun Rachel was here. Flirty Rachel. I was single at the time. I knew we shouldn’t push our luck but…

Yeah.

You already know how this ends.

The group was split between two tables in the bar. We ended up at one of the tables sitting side by side. I felt her hand on my leg while she was telling a story, a friendly affectation. Then it moved inside my thigh and she left it to rest. Our legs were pressed together. The contours of her legs looked amazing in her tight black trousers.

That gave me the first twitch.

A colleague called her over to the other table. She tried to gesture to dismiss them, make an excuse not to go but it was no good. She lifted her hand and headed over. My head was swimming. I kept glancing at her but she had her back to me. The curves of her ass. Beautiful. My dick twitched again.

I got distracted and, when I turned again, I’d lost sight of her. I needed to pee.

We both arrived at the bathroom together. An individual cubicle in the corner of the bar.Pure coincidence. There was a little nervous conversation about who needed to go first. I cracked a joke.

*You can go first but I get to watch.*

She looked at me, eyebrows raised, genuinely astonished. It was seconds that felt like minutes. Rachel walked into the bathroom.

The door was left open.

I followed her.

It was quite roomy. I pushed the door closed behind me and looked at her. Checking her face that she wanted this. An awkward smile.

Rachel turned to face me and unbuttoned her pants. She did it slowly. When she lowered them, she made sure to grab the waistband of her underwear too so that everything came down at once. She pulled everything down her thighs to just below her knees.

Before she sat down, she stood for a second to let me see her. A neatly trimmed bush. Her legs slightly astride, there was just a hint of what might have been her clit poking out from underneath. I hoped she was turned on. I hoped she was wet.

She lowered herself onto the seat and sat up straight. Her right hand lowered itself close to her pussy and she pulled a little on her pubic area. She was giving me a good frontal view of her cunt.

It took a few seconds for the stream to start. I could see her chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply. Her hand slipped down a little at one point, her fingertips ending up near her clit before she pulled it back up. She looked at me the whole time.

I kept a close watch. I also unzipped my fly and reached in to pull out my cock. I wanted her to see me too.

I was at half mast because of the performance Rachel was giving me. A few strokes and I was fully grown. Her stream stopped. She was done. I continued to stroke.

I also moved closer.

Rachel didn’t budge. Her trousers and knickers were still down. Her hand in place. My dick was no inches from her lips. She leaned forward and took me in her mouth.

Her technique was amazing. Maybe it was just the situation. Either way, just using her mouth to begin with, she was working almost the full length of my cock. Her lips gripped me when she got to the tip before she leaned forward again to take me fully inside her, almost up to the hilt. I felt a hand on my thigh and the other reach around to hold me from behind. She was pulling me closer yet expertly keeping control of exactly how deep I was. Her eyes were closed but she kept the tempo nice and slow.

She was enjoying it.

She sped up a little but not fast enough to make me cum. No: that was all my fault.

Looking at her doing this, I placed my hands onto her soft brown hair either side of her head. Knowing our colleagues were so close by and her husband was at home, maybe waiting for her to get back to do this to him, made me gush a small fountain of cum into her mouth.

She wasn’t expecting it.

She swallowed the first load and maybe the second as they were so quick. She started to pull back. I gently held the back of her head, thinking it was better in/on her mouth than shooting all over her black top. A third rope made it into her mouth but the fourth, the smallest, caused her to dribble some onto her chin. He hand raced up to cup underneath and stop it dropping down to stain her clothes.

It was like a spell had been broken. She reached for a wad of toilet paper and spat what was left of my cum into it. She needed a fresh batch to wipe the cum from her mouth. I stepped back and zipped up. Rachel was beet red as she pulled her trousers up. I made sure I caught a final glimpse of her pussy: I knew this wouldn’t happen again.

*Are you OK?*

She nodded. Forced a slight smile.

*We should go back out. You go first.*

I unlocked the door and headed back to join our party. Luckily the group had fragmented further and it didn’t feel anyone had realised we’d been gone at the same time. We kept our distance for the next 20 minutes before she made her excuses and left to return home.

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