An exhaustingly long story about sexual tension in the workplace.

I’m 33 years old and work for a start up company. It’s a typical start up work culture: creative problem solving, bar in the break room, CEO wears sneakers… you get the picture.

Everyone that works in the office is either (a.) young (b.) beautiful or (c.) young and beautiful. On top of that, there is so much flirting that goes on in the office that I’m half expecting this years Christmas party to be hosted at sex club for an orgy. Ok ok, I’m over exaggerating about the Christmas party part but there is definitely a great deal of flirting that happens on a daily basis. It’s palpable in the air.

I, for the most part, don’t take part in any of my job’s extra curricular activities because I’m married BUT… there is one girl I work with I have an immense connection with. For the sake of the story we will call her Sara. Sara is 25, fresh out of grad school, smart and extremely witty. She’s Latina, on the lower half of 5 foot, she has wavy, black hair that touches her shoulders, she’s chubby but carries most of it on her hips and breasts. She’s fucking adorable. She’s fucking sexy. She drives me nuts. The good nuts not the bad nuts.

Sara is also married.

We’ve been working together for almost a year now. When she was hired I was appointed as her welcoming committee that gave her the tour of our offices. We instantly clicked. Every day after that we always talked at work, slowly getting to know each other over the last year. I would go home and think about her all the time.

Only after a few months of knowing her she jokingly labeled me as her her “work boyfriend”. Our flirting was always very careful, never too intense but just enough to get my adrenaline pumping.

At least twice a month, usually Friday’s, everyone from work goes to the bar after work for cocktails. I’ve been with my company for 3 years and have never tagged along, it’s just not my thing. That is until a couple weeks ago when Sara was insistent that I needed to go to cocktail hour that week. She kept making cheeky comments about how old and boring I am. Pfft, I’m only 8 years older than her but she definitely worked her magic on me.

I didn’t go to cocktail hour with intentions of hooking up with Sara but I would be lying if i said I hope it DIDN’T happen in some sort of capacity.

The cocktail hour itself was as expected. A lot of drinks in a short period of time. Me and Sara weren’t ready to go home so we discussed on the side about continuing our night at a different bar. I could see it in her eyes how bad she wanted to break away from our coworkers. I wanted it too.

We caught an Uber to a bar on the other side of the city we live in and I could tell she was loosening up a lot. Our flirting intensified over the next couple of hours. We sat in a booth, across from each other until eventually we were side by side. Sara kept brushing my arm and as the evening went on she started brushing my thighs under the table.

She gushed about how excited she was that I actually came out and I returned the sentiment. Her eyes lit up when I told her I was equally excited to be alone with her. I could feel her nails digging into my inner thighs.

I started rubbing my fingers across her knees. She was wearing a cute spring dress with long sleeves and floral print. Her eyes fluttered when I finally caressed her. She asked me if I think about her when I go home. I was a little buzzed up decided to spice up my answer and take it as far as telling her that I fantasize about fucking her. She bit her lip.

Fuck.

She immediately confessed that she fingers herself in the shower and imagines it’s me touching her.

I slide my hand up her dress and squeezed her thigh the same way she was squeezing mine.

My cock was getting harder by the second.

In that moment I wanted to throw her on the table, pull her panties to the side and shove my tongue inside her pussy for everyone to see.

The sudden thought of that snapped me back to reality. This was starting to get a bit careless. We were in public. Anyone could’ve seen us. I told Sara that it was getting late and that we should probably wrap it up soon.

“You’re thinking about your wife.” She said calmly and understandably. I nodded. She sighed and said she was thinking about her husband too.

Our night was coming to an end.

I picked up my phone to call an Uber when I felt her hand move up to my cock. She squeezed it through my pants. Her thumb was rubbing little circles on the head of my penis.
We both felt it growing.

Sara looked at me intently and said “I want you so bad but I know we should just go home.”

I looked down at her tits. Her dress didn’t reveal a lot of cleavage but it was form fitting and complimented her figure perfectly. I was imagining the things I would do to her. She followed my gaze and started moving her thumb faster. I slid my hand back under her dress, this time all the way. Her panties were completely soaked. I started rubbing her clit over her moist panties. I heard her softly moaning.

I looked around as casually as I could to see if were we being inconspicuous and we seemed to be in the clear.

I grabbed the front of her panties and yanked up on them gently. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes for a few moments. She had a death grip on my cock.

I noticed that the bar had single unisex restrooms and decided that I didn’t care anymore. I grabbed her hand and led the way. My palms were sweating, my heart was beating fast and I wasn’t exactly sure what I was gonna do once I got her inside but I couldn’t wait. As soon as we got inside and closed the door, she pushed me against the wall. Her tongue was inside my mouth before I had time think.

Did l lock the door? Who fucking cares.

We kissed heavily for a few minutes. I could tell by the she was kissing me that she had been waiting a long time for this moment. We sucked on each other’s tongues and playfully bit each other’s lower lips.

I put both of my hands under her dress and groped her plump ass cheeks. She was wearing a black thong with a black butterfly on the top. I could see our reflection in the mirror. I thought to myself “Did she wake up in the morning and put these on in hopes I would potentially see them?”

The thought of that got me rock hard.

Sara felt it immediately.

She started unbuckling my belt, never unlocking her lips from mine. Next was my zipper. The jingle from my keys, wallet and phone echoed in the restroom when my pants hit the floor. Did anyone hear that? Still don’t care.

Instead of pulling my boxer briefs down she tugged my dick out through the hole in the front. She stopped kissing me to look down at it. She started jacking me off slowly. She let spit fall out of her mouth onto my shaft then she started working it in.

The spit caught me of guard but it was extremely hot. I knew Sara was a freak. I decided to reciprocate. As she was stroking me I grabbed her hair gently with my left hand and pulled her head back. She moaned. With my right hand I stuck my index and middle finger in her mouth. She knew what to do. She closed her eyes and started to suck on my fingers.

I told her to lift up her dress. I could feel her moaning on my fingers. With her free hand she lifted up the front of her dress. I took my fingers out of her mouth and slipped my hand under her panties. I teased her at first, barely touching my wet finger tips to her clit. I could feel her getting anxious. She started humping my hand a little bit. I started to apply more pressure to her. Sara’s eyes were closed and her mouth was wide open.

I pulled her face back to mine so I could kiss her more. We were both moaning into each other’s mouths. Her stroking intensified, so I started to rub her pussy faster. My cock was dripping. She would run her palm over the tip of my cock and use my precum as lube. I decided it was time to put my fingers inside her.

I slowly penetrated her with my middle finger. She was so wet it slid right in. As I entered her she let out a cry of pleasure.

Someone definitely had to hear that one. Welp, still don’t care.

I started fucking her with my finger slowly, going all the way down to my knuckle then slowly pulling my finger out. Then slightly faster after every penetration. She started matching my speed. Our pleasuring escalated quickly as we were both moaning pretty loudly, feeding off each other’s energy. She was stroking my cock and I was finger fucking her sweet little cunt at the same time.

Her face stared to churn and I could feel her pussy grip getting tighter on my finger. I couldn’t hold it much longer either. I grabbed her the back of the head and whispered into her ear and told her “Baby, I’m gonna cum” she started sucking on my neck immediately after I told her. “I’m almost there to, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck” Sara said.

I don’t even call you wife baby…

Before I knew it she was cumming on my finger, her knees were shaking and I was holding her up. She burrowed her head into my chest. During her orgasm she had let go of my cock but I was focused on her. I let her squirm in my arms until she came to her senses. I was so lost in watching her orgasm I didn’t realize I started pumping my own cock. She looked at me and said “cum on my pussy. Please cum on my pussy, babe”

Hearing those words come out of her mouth was an immediate trigger. She pulled her thong to the side and the site of her drenched pussy lips made me explode. My dick shot out white ropes all over pussy and panties. A little even got on her dress but she didn’t have a care in the world about it. She started massaging my cum all over her pelvis and around her pussy lips. She slid her panties back correctly without even cleaning up. That was hot too.

Luckily when we exited the bathroom, no one was in the area. We quickly made our way back to lounge, paid for our drinks and got some fresh air.

We kissed a bit more outside and decided it was time to part ways. We both called Ubers and when Sara’s Uber finally arrived, the last thing she said to me was “I’m gonna finger myself on the car ride home. Can’t wait to see you on Monday”

I couldn’t wait either.

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